Every land has its own special rhythm, and unless the traveler takes the time to learn the rhythm, he or she will remain an outsider there always.
There is an expression-walking with beauty. And I believe that this endless search for beauty in surroundings, in people and one's personal life, is the headstone of travel.
As the life of the horse is in his legs, so the life of the traveler is in his feet, and good care should be taken of them.
