Ben smiled really big when she rested her head on his shoulder. And when she grabbed his hand, his heart melted. He gave a laugh at her question. He was quiet for a minute, thinking on where to start the story of his travels. "My travels began when i graduated high school... I gathered up all the money i spent working at two jobs in the mountains of the United States, and took off.. I guess my father's death also made me want to escape from my hometown...I started off in Mexico where i saw the ancient Aztec ruins, and seeing all the things that i loved. I learned about the cultures, and the history...And then i went down towards South America... where i went through the rainforest with some guides of course... and after a while, i went on my own, and wandered... I met different tribes who gave me advice, and food and supplies that i used... I tried to join their tribes, and if i did, i got the tattoo to prove it." He pointed to them with his free hand. He then went on to talking about Europe. How he's visited Stonehenge, and Paris, and the underground world under the streets. He went on for a little bit, telling stories about how he went canoeing on rivers, rock climbing on the mountains in the Alps, and how he learned classical guitar in Spain. There were many stories, but he didn't want to bore her too much. "And now i'm here..." he said, hesitating a second before putting his head on hers, looking at the water. "You want to know something? I think this little island is my favorite place i've visited." he said with a smile.