• Travel globe
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    The bites of the travel bug

    The roots of my love for travel are hidden between the pages of a book. In the early ’90s my mother brought home ”The wonders of the world”, one of the best gifts I’ve ever received as a kid and beyond. I still remember the book cover – a close-up of the Statue of Liberty’s head and it’s hand, holding the torch. Inside, natural and man-made wonders were revealed continent by continent. I admired the photos and imagined what it’s like to visit these places. I dreamt of Machu Picchu and the Sydney Opera House. They were distant mirages and I had no clue that one day I will have…

  • Whitehaven Beach
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    Post-vacation blues

    It happens every time after vacation and it begins a few days before the vacation comes to an end. The same feeling of not wanting to leave behind the place, its flavors, moods, and spirit. That same feeling of melancholy is even stronger if the destination has become a favorite. Vows to come back are a useless deception – always something happens, plans change, and traveling to new places bring me anywhere else but back to the same location. I believe that if I can see something now, I shouldn’t postpone for when I come back one day. Returns are rare. I get attached to places and don’t want to go…

  • Eye
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    Social media personas and behaviors

    When I created my personal social media profile in 2008, I was ”faceless” – no profile picture, no personal information. One of the first people I added as a ”friend” back then repeatedly encouraged me to add a photo of myself. I did, eventually. The Facebook machine had swallowed me and there was no point of return. I’ve never posted daily or a few times per day. Not because I had nothing to say. I always have something to say, the question is why should I. Hygiene of sharing is important, methinks. Everyone is free to publish whatever they want, but some consideration is always a good idea. Nowadays I use…