There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
[feirn-vay] • German
(n.) an ache for distant places; missing places you’ve never been. “Craving for travel”
To appreciate the beauty of a landscape, we must open our eyes. To appreciate its people, we must open our minds.
Home is not where you are born. Home is where all your attempts to escape cease.