"He did not think of himself as a toursit; he was a traveller. The difference is partly one of time, he would explain. Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveller, belonging no more to one plance than to the next, moves slowly, over periods of years, from one part of the earth to another. Indeed he would have found it difficult to tell, among the many places he had lived, precisely where it was he had felt most at home."
in The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles.
* Claro que la cuestión del dinero ahí parece no existir, pero sí existe!
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