Traveling oneself is for unfettered freedom; traveling with groups of friends is for getting someone to have common memories. I like to travel with friends and enjoying the moment of laughing together, looking for excitement together, worrying about the next meal together. We may lean on the anciently mottled boulder, support the ground with hands, and talk about past common experiences accompanied with whole silver galaxy on a grassy prairie. Planning the journey may be troublesome sometimes, but full of surprises undeniably. Even with the same schedule as others, you can have totally different mood in the journey. There’s always secret spicy hidden in your trip, and that unpredictability and mystery are what I yearn for.
To me, the meaning of traveling is not only beautiful scenes, but the people who I have met during the journey. When I am back to the real life and feel tired, all those give me the motivation and power to move forward.
