In the past two weeks, I took a midnight ride to Dublin by trains, ship, and bus; met drunk French roommates who sing his ballad whole night; lost my luggage in Dublin airport; broke my SLR camera in Paris; and my credit card was mischarged by my dear Citi.

Now I have been stuck in this train for five hours. Stars shine upon a stucked train stopping in the nowhere between Nice and Marseille. Sometimes you have to compromise with french efficency and british cuisine.

Not only once, that I doubt myself. Why would I traveled so far to these places; and what is the meaning of this journey.

Now, standing in front of the deep blue Mediterranean Sea, I embrace the wind and breath the same air Julis Ceasar or Nepolean Bonaparte had breathed. Histry shining upon the water and melt with the golden horizon. At this moment, I found the answer.

Traveling is always filled with failure, accidents, and challenges. Yet when you see the grace of Colosseum or the beauty of the thousands bridges over Venice, you never know human civilization could have some many possibilities.