I'm now in my third week of my trip, I've slept in at least six different places, and I've yet to feel comfortable sleeping. There's a feeling of uneasy I can't shake off .
I love that feeling, because of my wife, we happened to travel a lot, and I mean way more than what's considered a healthy amount of holidays.
Now visiting a foreign city is nothing new, same of the same. Sleeping in hotel is the usual thing, but I miss the first times we travelled, the wonder and mystery of a new place and that feeling of "I don't belong here".
