Journey of the spirit. Memory is sad. Even when it is sweet, life is memory. Memory is life. And life is a 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, village, near the ocean, by the mountain, and literally everywhere. And I still 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 forever. They are the true spirits and love of the journey of my life. Journey of the spirit.