Dare To Dream Big.

Patagonia, Chile.

See, Life is a journey...

No, it is not just a cliche phrase - at least not to me.
I see it as a road leading to nowhere. To some people, it's Highway 46 - straight, shiny and easy to drive. 

Mine, however, is windy, bumpy, with missing safety railing, monsoon waterfalls, snow avalanches and falling stones. 

I am always eager to see what around that next bend, what behind that next mountain, what life going to bring next. 

There are pit stops along the way to slow down and take in that beautiful moment you found, but road will call on you again - and it's you and your 4WD.

Iceland, East Coast.

I was born in the city, but traveled as long as I remember being. Summers were spend at Black Sea with my cousins, we also traveled to little villages and other cities with my parents and grandfather to visit countless relatives. On weekends, there were trips to the woods to pick mushrooms and flowers, or to the rivers, lakes and mountains for fresh air and escape from city life.

At 7, I started traveling semi-independent, with group of youngsters like me, as part of poetry club.

At 13, I already knew how to travel on my own: buy tickets, manage timetables, switch from train to bus and go far away - and so I did. My family got spread all over the place (not for good reasons) so it was a necessity in a sense. 

Soul of a gypsy, heart of a rebel. 

I joined tourism/hiking/skiing club in school, and later continued it in university - we would often go for 2 weeks at the time into mountains or woods or Siberia with no contact with civilization, just backpacks with food and sleeping bags... 

I studied architecture in university, and of course it inspired me to see architecture around the world as well. 

I only been to 22 countries so far.  No, it is not whole lot - there is so much more to see in this world, and time is short. But hell, I going to try and see as much as I can.

I don't do as much backpacking as I used to - I grew to appreciate some of fine things civilization has to offer, I cannot live without art, architecture and amazing food -  but I still love exploring uncharted territories.

I dream of places far away, of Milkyway and Northern Lights, exotic starfish and lonely penguins. I dream of pink mountains and blue ice floating in grey lakes, tall churches and underground treasures, I dream of amber fire in a valley and friends singing simple songs over guitar strings... 

Those are my dreams and they are my memories, places to come back to, one day.

Sunrise in Chile.

Over the years, I scribbled lots of notes, and I will repost them here - forgive the mess, as they will be in no chronological order.

But memories don't come with timeline, either.

Dreaming in Iceland.