At a certain moment you discover that the need to leave, to get involved in new roads, is so strong and so spontaneous that it's no longer a choice, it's no longer part of the rational decision of our will but belongs to a physiological requirement of our body as much as that of eating and drinking. It becomes almost a metabolic condition, something that is rooted in ourselves and activates a new body state. The journey is a multi-sensorial need, it is a set of multiple stimulus that flood and fill us in order to erase a kind of daily indolence.
Setting off on the road is a sublime state, because although we are always in this world, in a certain way we live as an existence a little outside of its patterns, we feel freer, we do not belong nobody, we can observe and contemplate without being asked anything, being hosted alopng the path and belonging a little bit to everything without weighing to someone in particular.
The world becomes our playground, we learn how it works here and there, in one country or another, in the most different situations in which we run into, trying and growing up, freely, because nobody requires us to continue, to follow that road rather than another. When we feel full we leave and continue. We bring with us a baggage of people, places, memories, possibilities, doors that may have been open but we haven't stepped in. We discover that the future is full of possibilities. The journey continually reinvents our future, it is a temporal dimension and not just a spatial one, because every day it puts us in a position in which we have to redetermine continuously what our future will be.

