I love travel. Sometimes it's difficult. Sometimes crazy. Sometimes I think why do I do this. Sometimes I feel empty and tired of traveling.  But then there's is this other moment. The moment in travel, when all makes sense. All fits perfectly together. Everything is perfect. You meet people that are so different to you. But you learn to be open and to love everyone who you get to know. You learn a lot. Everyone who travels knows it. You have to face problems you've never seen before. Problems I would never have back in Germany. And you're alone, sometimes. That means at some point you will learn how to solve problems alone. Maybe not the first time, or the second. But the good thing about continueing is that you got to know yourself. I am not saying you learn only from problems. Also from the good times. Also from those wonderful people or the ones who drive you crazy. Everything in travel means to help you. Those beautiful landscapes you will see, the people you get to know, the museums you visit or the walking tours you do and the list is so much longer. Everything has its beauty and you're there just to see it. The beauty in everything. Travel doesn't mean to me to always meet other travellers or to go to parties or to do tours. It means to me to learn to be alone, to learn to be with other people you never seen before, but after 2h you're like old friends, to learn to travel like the locals, to learn as much as possible about the history and the reason why countries are like they're are now, to learn to be less helpless, to learn  to listen to your needs and to learn to listen to your heart. To be friendly and realize how a smile can help. We are all a big group, we are backpackers, we are hungry to learn and to see. To experience and to feel. We treat each other with respect regardless of gender age or nationality. We are brave. Why are we brave? We never know what to expect. What will await us in this new country. Sometimes we take rides where the driver is just crazy. Sometimes we trust people we don't know. You're brave because you want to change something. Change you. I really think that it doesn't matter who, everyone grows with travel. In the end there's only one person. Although we are a group. In the end I have to face myself.And I'm proud, I'm proud to be me. I'm crazy, I'm different, sometimes stupid and sometimes a nerd geek or whatever. Sometimes I'm boring and other times I'm stressful. Now I know that all of that is good and I love it. I am so happy to return back home with the knowledge I learned during travel. After all, I've travelled to get to know me. I'm coming home. For a while.