One of the fundamental aspects of their trip is a journey in and of itself. why the plane, while it is certainly comfortable (I do not deny), is the death of travel. Climb and descend when you are thrown, without knowing why and how, in another reality, different and unknown. We lost all the magic dell'accorgersi something around us is changing, you sit in an hour and canned this metal casing and is secured at destination as many small parcels, without having absorbed anything, without having the slightest changed. Nothing to do with good old travel by train, certainly longer, more tiring, but much more "structuring." Watching the passing landscape, which is changed before our eyes allows you to realize that you are going elsewhere, we are leaving behind our house, with its habits, colors, flavors and images. It seems to go away even when we move only a few kilometers. And when the train stops at every station, the doors open and smells and sounds invade the carriages, the voices of the passengers assail our ears, transporting us to a moment out of our corner ... somewhere between security and the usual novelty of the unknown. Then the engine starts, and with it the journey back into gear. When we arrive at the destination, whatever it is, we are no longer the same. We allowed ourselves the time to see, hear, maybe talk with our fellow adventurers (or the stranger who is sitting next to us) ... we have given away the luxury of looking outside ourselves, and our Squad has been returned to us through the reflection of a cloud ... boh Then, it will be because I hate the "pop", but traveling by train I seem to remain attached longer to the place visited. A sort of extension of the 'anxiety delritorno "that makes me better appreciate what I have discovered and that gives me the feeling that the adventure is not over yet ... Then turn the key in the lock of the gate of the house, the bags are known as resting on the floor of the ...
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