I do not collect countries. I live them.

For me, it does not matter how many marks in the passport. What matters is how many stories in the eyes. How one day in Montenegro I woke up from the smell of figs and the sound of the sea, and for the first time felt the silence inside. Or how in Poland an old woman at the market treated me to cherry compote and said that the most important things in life are always home-made: bread, feelings and love.

I do not like to rush. Not a brochure format, not "three days in Paris", but namely - to inhale the air, walk barefoot, get lost and find yourself again.
And then, on the plane home, do not flip through the photos, but feel that you are now different. Softer. More treasured. Deeper.

For some, a vacation is a reason to escape. For me, it's a way to get back to myself.
And I wait to see where the next route will lead. Even if it's a neighboring city. Even if it's just a bike ride to the river.