Growing up in The Netherlands I never quite felt like I was in the right place. It is a marvelous country don’t get me wrong. It is very green, we have the best cheese in the world (this is not up for discussion), and I like to think that we are more open-minded and free than most other countries. We have a couple of weird habits of course, but every country has them, and besides living a couple of meters below sea level there’s really nothing wrong with us. Yet I found myself dreaming of the rest of the world on a daily basis. The country that intrigued me the most always has been the United States of America, ever since my first touchdown in Florida in 2005 I was hooked. But however I love the States, it is not the whole world. The world was the thing I always wanted to see, so the world I went to see. Unfortunately not everything (yet), but by now I travelled to 45 different countries on 5 different continents. Always in wanderlust to explore the unknown and to visit places I’ve never seen before. I’m a witness of a severe case of wanderlust. I saw it in its most extreme form in myself. I travelled from Los Angeles to Dunedin, New Zealand, in exactly three months traveling in the direction of the future. Why? you may ask, because I wanted to make it back to the Pacific Ocean from the other side in that exact period of time. My travel itinerary never really makes sense, but isn’t it freedom in its purest form to just go along as you please? Now I have the travel bug I am not sure if I will ever be able to get rid of it or maybe I just don’t want to. Besides.. Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer.