The More Ways We Have To Connect,

We Travel, Initially, To Lose Ourselves; And We Travel, Next To Find Ourselves.

Literally, When You Wake Up At 9 O'clock In The Morning In Havana You Don't Know Where You'll Be At Noon. But It's A Safe Guess That You'll Either Be Married, Arrested, Or In The Midst Of Some Incredible Transaction Where Somebody Is Stealing Your Passport Or Paying You In Dominican Pesos For It, Or Whatever. It's A Wild Place.

Travel Is Not Really About Leaving Our Homes, But Leaving Our Habits.

We Travel To Open Our Hearts And Eyes And Learn More About The World Than Our Newspapers Will Accommodate.

All Good Trips Are, Like Love, About Being Carried Out Of Yourself And Deposited In The Midst Of Terror And Wonder.