I’ve seen that Black sea is not black and that Red sea is not red. I was humbled at the sight of Mount Sinai where Moses received The Ten Commandments of God. I was full of wonder and excitement crossing the sea that once Moses split apart.  

 I’ve walked through knee-deep snow in Canada and I’ve seen the majestic glaciers of Alaska and Antarctica.

I’ve eaten noodles in China, Japan and Korea. Aside from their eyes, I’ve discovered that noodle too is their common denominator. I’ve tried Kimchi in Pusan, Lugaw in Dalian and Sashimi in Oita, Japan.

I’ve tried a bloody Kangaroo steak in Australia and wasn’t pleased by its smell and taste. In Singapore and Malaysia, the variety of spicy and flavorful food is what I’ve enjoyed.

 I’ve smelled the sweet scent of Victoria’s Secret in America and the distinct smell of India.

My skin had been seared by the extreme heat of the Middle East and I’ve shivered from the unforgiving cold air of Siberia.

I’ve been blown away by the wind carrying desert sands of Egypt and by the wind carrying stubborn flies from Sudan and Ethiopia.

I’ve seen how the Italians dress so fashionable, elegant and grand just like how their architects stately designed their land.

In Portugal, I’ve seen a statue of the man who brought Christianity to our land. In Spain, I’ve found the root of our culture and heard them speaking some borrowed words of our tongue.

I’ve walked many times on Florida Street in Buenos Aires and got carried away by its fine arts and their lovely and seductive style of dancing Tango and Salsa.

  I’ve been lured by the inviting smell of grilled meat in Montevideo and admired the colorful old houses built along the sides of their streets that are mostly narrow.

I fell in love with the windmills of Holland gracefully standing amidst Tulip fields. The Germans so loved their beer, “Prost”, you will hear it everywhere.

 I’ve seen the clear sapphire-blue waters of the Great Barrier Reef in Australia and I’ve seen the loveliest sunsets in Java.

Though it’s about work, I’ve enjoyed my private life during these trips.

This is just the tip of an iceberg of the things I’m thankful for.

The world as I’ve seen it is so much beautiful that life is just too short to enjoy it.

I began my journey in the island I call home and there I longed to spend my final stop. It’s where I want to continue and finish the book of my life.

It took me more than ten years of traveling and too many to count stops to prove that old saying, “There’s no place like Home”.