Traveling the world is an escape from reality.
I live in paradise, where the mountains soar high into the sky and all four seasons change with a seamless beauty that can't be explained, only seen. A place where winter is truly a wonderland and spring rings in with the splendor of new life. I can go from a sprawling metropolis to a stunning canyon surrounded by pine trees and streams in less than 20 minutes. I live in Salt Lake City, and yet I can't wait to get out of town and see more of the world. Paradise is not a place where you live, rather, its the different places you visit. Traveling the world is my passport to paradise, Salt Lake City is merely the gateway. I live in the wonder of the natural beauty that I'm surrounded by but my mind is miles away wandering among the mysterious Mayan ruins of the Yucatan Peninsula or taking a stroll through the awe inspiring Roman Forum. My heart will always belong in Salt Lake City, but my mind will never be at rest until the world is mine! When we die, traveling is the one crown jewel that we can take with us. Everything else gets left behind and fought over by next of kin, but not the memories of the experiences we have when we travel. Many people place far too much emphasis on material things but for me the only thing that brings me true satisfaction is the joy derived from being able to see the world! I live my life with a scowl on my face as I stroll the streets of Salt Lake, but inside my mind I'm planning my next adventure and thats the only thing that brings a smile to my face, other than a beautiful woman of course!