I keep remembering

I see the last entry as November of 2006. Two and half years later I go back and read my blog. The places I visited, the things I did, the people I met. It feels like it was yesterday. I close my eyes and I am there once again. Memory is such a great thing, smells can bring past experiences. I think what it's the point of writing now since I am not traveling anymore? I guess sometimes you feel like typing a note. It does not have to be a wild experience, or unusual situation. Just a note to remind us that we still alive no matter where we are.