Packing my bags again. Put the passport by the side of the ticket, charge the camera, check the bank account, water the plant (yes, one), decide if you need a pajamas or not.
But that is not my only routine. My pictures of London: park, modern art, people in B&W. My pictures of NY: park, modern art, people in B&W. My pictures of Madrid, and Münich and everywhere else... take a guess.
What is all of this about? Why do we (I) travel then? Darling Dude came up with a thought: I go to new places to find the same places. My biggest pleasures are to feel the grass in the parks, slowly taste the food, and as a principle to skip the main attractions. So this is not escaping. But it scares me to have such a routine, fok, I though I was doing something special. I am an ultimate travel junkie. Good thing that this time I am attending a wedding, so hopefully no more parks and modern art, yet heaps of people in B&W. Pryvit Kiev.
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