I should like to rise and go where golden apples grow where in sunshine reaching out Eastern cities miles about, and rich goods from near and far hanging for sale in the bazaar. Where among the desert sand, some deserted cities stand with all its children: pauper and prince grown to manhood ages since. I wonder until I find my idol as we all have the right to travel and freedom. I am the World. I am Travel.
When was the last time you pampered yourself to travel and freedom?