We never look up

We don’t even notice. The people of yesterday never left the ceiling empty, white or boring to look at. I learned it here, whenever I step into an old building the first thing I do now is to look up. If you ask me what I like to collect, I would tell you it is sights of ceilings. The material, the design or just unique reflection of light. Rare, unusual and beautiful. All fits in my luggage of remembrance.

There are so many disruptions around us, so many things fighting for our attention that is hard to see above the daily pressures of life, but it is essential if we want to find real peace to step out, time to time, from what is tangible, what is front of our eyes to find what is less obvious and visible, but real. Change of perspective. When was the last time you looked up?

Another reason

I just realized that one of the reasons I like traveling so much is that even though I am a self professed introvert, it is so easy for me to start a conversation with strangers at any place we are visiting. Maybe because we know we most likely never meet again, this makes our curiosity about life of others natural. I don’t remember their names but I will take their stories, the conversations we had with me, same way as I have the photos I took. The lady from New Zealand who travels alone, the high school geography teacher from Switzerland who came here for some Spanish immersion, the young man from Columbia, who immigrated here to start a new life, the couple from London, fellow escapees from rainy weather. People our life intersected with just for a blink of time, still remarkable.