Ever since I can remember, I have always been obsessed with the desire to see the world across the Atlantic. The beautifully-colored postcards from abroad stirred up in me this feeling for they made me want to find out if the scenery I saw in the postcards could be really as breathtakingly lovely as they appeared to be. I knew that there was only one way to satisfy my curiosity and that was to find out my self.
Once I was a young child, the sight of a passing airplane was enough to make me stop and stare and become lost in the intricacies of my imagination. But I always snapped back to reality by the impatient calls of my waiting play mates. As the years passed, I try to satisfy my thirst for travel by reading books on travel magazines and brochures, the last being particularly interesting for their beautiful vivid pictures and helpful information on different countries. By this time, I had made up my mind to see Europe, especially Rome and Paris, at all cost.
Until I had finally visited what I want to, now that I keep surfing in the net and see how beauty they really are…