Journey of the spirit. Memory is sad even when it is sweet. Life is memory. Memory is life. Life is the journey of the spirit. During this journey of my spirit, I have met all kind of people. People from the street, in the restaurants, in little towns, villages, near the oceans, by the mountain, and literally everywhere. And I meet them every day, every corner of my memory. I have their pictures. I did not take their pictures, but they are embedded in my memory are the true spirit and love of the journey of my life. Every single people you meet in your journey, they become so special. they remain so vivid in your memory. They become the part of your life. They are not the strangers. They are the true spirits of your journey. Journey of the spirit. This is Lake Pontifan Lake Shore Drive. Wow. Once in a lifetime. Heaven on earth again.