I started traveling outside the borders of Greece when I was 20. My first airplane ride ever took me to England, where I roamed around Canterbury for a week. I was fresh out of a photography school, and walking around all day just me and my old school film camera was a blast.
(Me in McCarran International Airport, Las Vegas NV in front of Children’s Art Photomosaic by Robert Silvers)
Since then, I have taken thousands of pictures, I’ve walked hundreds of miles in several places around the globe, and I’ve been to more airports that I care to count; I’ve sat on airplanes striking conversations with strangers, weeping for lost relationships, planning ahead, or simply getting drunk in order to face yet another 12-13 hour flight. I know this world is my neighborhood, my assigned planet to be on this lifetime, and I’m more than willing to get what it offers, and offer back what I have.
I am a traveler, among many other things. My feet are always itching for the road. I am blessed to be able to fulfill my passions, and let them burn away whatever is unnecessary for my soul. I am a better person because of the road.