Savor and appreciate the time of the gifts that life offers me when I take the backpack and go away. Sit facing the sea and excited to see the setting sun against the endless ocean. Enjoy the fleeting smiles again with anonymous people casually crossing the road.
I keep marvel at the magic that involves wander and see how grateful they are often unexpected encounters endless traveling that long ago we wrote Claudio Magris .
Needed to dive again into the fascinating chaos of Asia, he wanted to
feel wanted and my soul hit hard by some of those simple and magical
moments that happen when you're traveling there. My life, once again, with a new chapter between the particularly vital bridge that I have established between Europe and Asia. 
And it is that sometimes, perhaps too many, Asia intoxicates you for
you to return again and again, is like an opiate of life that enters
your body, heart and mind.
When you have a little time passes and want more, it is these contrasts
that hit you inside that help you understand the fascination you feel
for East.
But besides all that, I also wanted to escape the winter cold of old
Europe and feel the tropical heat on my skin and into my heart.
In short, I wanted with all my soul trying to live something of all
that and much more, it was my noble and simple target for last
Christmas. 
I am of the people that Christmas a bit overwhelming, are marked with the dates that I do not feel too identified.
It is not me all the paraphernalia surrounding Christmas, it's a
vicious circle that wanted to get away, to escape the spiral around the
constant intake of food, sweets and drinks all conditions. Maybe you are a person who understands me and knows what I mean.
I changed gladly neon lights, crowds and binge eating by the simplicity
of going on the road with my backpack and I could sit every day
waterfront to watch the sunset.
For all these reasons and more, I felt for months that 2015 would end
far from home, seeking the warmth and good cheer that brings me the
tropics.
And here I am, a week after giving the key travel, viewing photos and
rereading notes scattered in a new black Moleskine notebook that is
taking shape. It has just been a week I returned from the Philippines, although it seems to have been longer.
Now the heat no longer pours through my gut, an icy wind makes it
reminds me that winter, even if it is no longer Mediterranean winter.
Still I have in the retina every evening I spent waterfront in the Philippines. Walking, swimming or sitting, alone or in company, I wonder was there in front of the endless sea.
I can never tire of witnessing such sublime beauty samples that nature gives us. And it is no less curious, in less than a week I changed the flip flops and bathing suit scarf and winter coat. 
As so often, the trips are a spark of emotions and experiences that seem fugazes. Right now, as I write this, I can not help but be surprised and excited to remember some places and seen and experienced there.
Malapascua, Cebu, Bohol and Siquijor by destination, all those names flutter in my gut like other places I've been happy. Far from almost everything but close to myself. Pure waterfront living in some of the islands of the Philippines ...
Today's quote is: "I thought it was an adventure and it was actually life" Joseph Conrad
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