Introductions
I enjoy travel. Thats really the beginning of this concept. Whether its all over the world or all over my own neighborhood, finding new places, meeting new people, and experiencing new things remains my utmost favorite passtime.
The second part of Ten Inches of Travel lies in my other favorite thing, riding - Scooters, that is. My scooter has 10 inch tires on it.
Experiencing the world at a bit slower speed, giving yourself time to look around and smell the air - thats the point of Ten Inches of Travel. I like to find places off the beaten path, and experience what it is that gives that place a home here on earth. Each little speck of the map has stories - history that most people outside of that miniscule landmass forget. None of it is unimportant, none of it inpertinent to the history that we all share together.
Of course, I also enjoy the local delicacies - specifically dessert. In backwoods America one thing makes me happier than all other confectionary concoctions: Pie. Rhubarb, Berry, Apple, Mincemeat, Bananna Cream... the list can go on and on. To me, real homemade American pie remains the defining characteristic of a small town's delicacies. Every town with a Cafe has pie. I intend to try as many as possible. Internationally, I'll go with whatever's great - France has its creperies, Italy their gelaterias, Japan its innumerable fresh candies and cookies.
The world is filled with sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and stories that ought to be experienced with more than just the five senses. I hope that if anyone reads this, they will agree - and possibly go out and explore themselves.
The second part of Ten Inches of Travel lies in my other favorite thing, riding - Scooters, that is. My scooter has 10 inch tires on it.
Experiencing the world at a bit slower speed, giving yourself time to look around and smell the air - thats the point of Ten Inches of Travel. I like to find places off the beaten path, and experience what it is that gives that place a home here on earth. Each little speck of the map has stories - history that most people outside of that miniscule landmass forget. None of it is unimportant, none of it inpertinent to the history that we all share together.
Of course, I also enjoy the local delicacies - specifically dessert. In backwoods America one thing makes me happier than all other confectionary concoctions: Pie. Rhubarb, Berry, Apple, Mincemeat, Bananna Cream... the list can go on and on. To me, real homemade American pie remains the defining characteristic of a small town's delicacies. Every town with a Cafe has pie. I intend to try as many as possible. Internationally, I'll go with whatever's great - France has its creperies, Italy their gelaterias, Japan its innumerable fresh candies and cookies.
The world is filled with sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and stories that ought to be experienced with more than just the five senses. I hope that if anyone reads this, they will agree - and possibly go out and explore themselves.
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