I've always wanted to travel. Not sure what my first motivation really was ...

Getting there or leaving here?

I left, anyway. And I got there. Reality happened to be a million times more amazing than I could ever have imagined.

Photos became a "necessity" as I got scared to forget all those places and faces.

How long can memory last? Just in case mine lets me down some day, I'll have a few pictures to dive back into these happy times...

When I'm not on the road, I try to find the delightful feeling of travel's freedom in little things and moments... by listening to world music, hiking, dancing salsa and West Coast swing, reading, looking at my city (Grenoble, France) with a new eye when I have time, speaking Spanish or English with strangers in a train or a bar, drinking mojitos, snowboarding, taking photos...

My world so farhttp://bighugelabs.com/map.php