travel

Just came with the conclusion that i really do love travel. I think is just amazing... Have the opportunity to meet people, experience a new culture and way of life, is a gift. Sometimes i just want to grab a bag and go. Wherever the train takes me. And stay how long as i can, and as i want to. Talk with everybody who calls my attention. Hear all the life stories, and laught about it together. Giving my attention and helping with what i can do.
Sometimes i realize how crazy life is. One day there i was, in Brazil, going to school, living my normal life, same friends, same parties, same thoughs. On the next day i am in Sweden, on a winter with -25, with this crazy language, living in a family that i've just met. And when i start to think about all the people that i met here, and how much i love them, and how crazy would be if i didn't come here. And how much i learn with this experience. Is just, crazy and unbelievable at the same time. I consider my self a really lucky person! And couldnt be more glad. :)
ps. world here i come