Being the paranoid person that I am, traveling isn’t such a great idea. I don’t exactly know why, but for some reason, this doesn’t stop my need to visit places far from home and to explore different cultures.

Most of the time while I travel, the only thing that hinders me is the thought of you might like to call “a travel emergency“. Not only am I paranoid, I am also quite sickly, and this isn’t really such a great combination.

I tend to get sick because of the things I eat, and I’m pretty clumsy, so clumsy that at one point I broke a bone from hitting an inanimate object. Sad, isn’t it? I actually got used to it, so I try to be more careful nowadays.

This goes to show that nothing can stop you from doing things you really love.