A true wayfarer's loyalty is always to the roads that pave his way to the magical places that inspire him to poetry and song. What makes traveling so wonderful though is not just the beautiful landscapes that dot his journey on his eternal quest for immortality, but the kindred spirits he discovers along the path who in their own way are like ever expanding landscapes. Even if the wanderer manages to "settle down" in a city, he keeps on wandering within the confines of that city as if trapped always longing the great wide open. And the dilemma lies in that he himself does not know exactly what he is looking for, he never has money although the wealthy envy him for his passionate love of freedom and the general public looks down upon him as a wayward clochard who is always trying to eat for free at banquets. But this is not so. Once in a long while the wayfarer will meet his match like an exact mirror image of himself, on the road, this can only happen on the road, and Cúpido will arch his bow to hit him right in between the eyes with his golden arrow. When this happens, if it ever does because don't forget that the real wayfarer is married to roads, but when it does, only then will he begin to contemplate the thought of settling down. He might then create a home in which to shelter his woman and establish a family. When I saw Larisa in the beginning of August 2009 at Charleroi airport for the first time in southern Belgium after driving over 600 kilometers from Hamburg just to meet her, the ageless wanderer had met his match and the magic began to unfold.
