Coco Martin Quotes

I love Toronto. I love it. I love Toronto. I love Canada. I can't wait to get back. Can't wait to have some Timbits.

I have a dream! Someday I'll show my children a map. I will tell them, 'Mommy was here and here and there and there.' That's my dream.

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

What I miss most about Mexico isn't the food or the customs; it's my family and the way we'd all sit around chatting together.

I did grow up in Kenosha, Wisconsin, around a lot of my mom's family. I had a lot of cousins and aunts and uncles around me, and my sisters and my brother. Probably the most formative part of it was that we grew up on the edge of a forest. It wasn't a big forest, but it was enough. When you're a kid, it feels gigantic.

I felt completely at home in Mexico - speaking Spanish to my cousins, running around Acapulco and stuffing my face with mole and homemade tortillas. Mexico opened my heart.

My ideal travel companions are my family.

I don't get back to Michigan nearly as much as I'd like to.

I always take D.C. with me. And I always come back home.

I go to many different places many times, but I miss my house constantly.

I like to try different restaurants in every city.

You travel life has the aspect of a dream. It is something outside the normal, yet you are in it. It is peopled with characters you have never seen before and in all probability will never see again. It brings occasional homesickness, and loneliness, and pangs of longing ... But you are like the Vikings who have gone into a world of adventure, and home is not home until you return.

Every traveler has a home of his own, and he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?

Men dream more about coming home than about leaving.

Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea; Over snow by winter sown, And through the merry flowers of June, Over grass and over stone, And under mountains of the moon. Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star, Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar. Eyes that fire and sword have seen And horror in the halls of stone Look at last on meadows green And trees and hills they long have known

Even now; with a thousand little voyages notched in my belt. I still feel a memorial chill on casting off.

I remember just lying in the grass, staring at the clouds, wondering where they drifted off to after they floated over Texas. I never would have imagined that one day I would follow one of those clouds and find myself in Hollywood.

I want to work; then, as my kids get older, I want to have adventures. I want to visit all their countries: learn and live inside all their cultures.

Ever since childhood, when I lived within earshot of the Boston and Maine, I have seldom heard a train go by and not wished I was on it.

I really wish we could stay longer in the countries we visit, but I've been lucky to have visited most of them before, because I've done a tremendous amount of travel.

I still dream about everything I achieved. I dream about my career, dream about playing baseball, meeting so many people, traveling so much.

I find that it's the simple things that remind you of family around the holidays.

I am from Spain, but my family and I have made America our home. For the last 17 years, I have been cooking Spanish food in Washington, D.C.