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“And,when you want to truely see the world, all the world conspires in helping you achieve it.”

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The statue is the saint

The joy in the freedom of losing everything!



Every day you have to go out of your mind in order to come to your senses. Furthermore  a fool, who persists in his folly, becomes either wise or other wise.  

It has never been about resources, but more about resourcefulness.We're never too poor to buy our freedom. In fact, we are all “time millionaires ”and when we who choose to "spend" this commodity, the less we put a cash value on travel, and the less we think that money is what we need to have an adventure and live, and the less we associate money with life in general.

Whoever  put that thought virus or meme in my head--- the idea that my personal freedom was for sale, something I had to purchase, and that travelling took a lot of money was wrong. There is nothing more satisfying than saying---I TOLD YOU SO.

I’m living my dream of PT-Permanent Travel, also known as "Mini Retirements". I haven’t been everywhere, but it is on my list. As I document this adventure, this a round-the-world travelogue, I say to myself "Roam Sweet Roam".

Home is not where my heart is but where my computer is-


 I remain a digital nomad, where Anywhere becomes @nyware, location neutral, as there is no such thing as a bad piece of real estate when you use technology and social media.  Sailing in The Caribbean Ocean----I am  in the middle of nowhere, but the center of everything, thanks to a reliable high speed Internet connection. I am doing pretty much everything I would do in the USA, only with the economies of scale, at a less greater cost. Consequently, I call home a feeling not a place-I’ve never confused a street address for where I actually lived. My destinations have never been places , but new way of seeing things: the journeys themselves have been the destinations.

My life according to Bob Dylan Lyrics-Like A Rolling Stone and Quinn The Eskimo


Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?
 AND
Everybody's building ships and boatsSome are building monuments, Others jotting down notesEverybody's in despair, every girl and boy, But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, Everybody's gonna jump for joy.
Come on without Come on within You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn

Failure IS the option,, a necessary ingredient for success.The culture of perfectionism, however, won't make room for the uncomfortable subject. The failure factory begins in that ponzi scheme called higher education aka, College Tuition---, a means to prey on the poor, instead of pulling people up by their boot straps.

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