When I travel, I am often fulfilling both a lifetime wanderlust and an attempt to understand human interactions. I wander around a new locale, often without a specific destination in mind – driven by merely an inclination, a small or a scenic vista.

When you walk/explore the streets of a city or the back roads of a small town, you can truly experience life there. Traveling in a tourists’ footprint cheats you out of true cultural immersion and short-changes you out of truly savoring every cultural morsel.

Notice the signs, the trees, the newsstands, the coffee shops, the park benches, the bikes, the way the people dress, if they greet strangers on the street.

You often notice the most beautiful freckles on life’s face.