I've been getting all wander-lusty. I find myself reading copious amounts of Bill Bryson (a wonderful and hilarious travel writer, by the way), watching travel shows, and flipping longingly through photo albums from myself and friends in far-off places. I crave all foods un-homey and unfamiliar. I look back on old trips with a kind of fond nostalgia and swiftly leap to the defense of any country in which I have been lucky enough to travel (except maybe Hungary. Budapest in November is bleak, gray, and depressing. This may have been my fault for going there in November, but I am not a fan). I need to be gone.
Not a black-and-white photo. I swear, all color and warmth was absent in this city.
Now don't get me wrong, I am not anti-America. I never quite understood why wanting to be somewhere new made people think I hated America. It's familiar. It's home. And I want something new. There is a whole lot of world out there and I don't want to miss seeing it just because I enjoy the country I was born in. I love it here, but I don't want to stay here forever.
Some of my travel-longing could be a little rose-colored. I know many people who respond to my gushings about the U.K. or Prague with a resounding "meh". They bring up the wet, cold weather, high prices, and floods of tourists. My history-major husband brings up their history of imperialism, the latent colonial mentality still occasionally evident, and the fact that they speak the same language as we do (when he wants to travel, he really wants to travel. For him, it doesn't really count if we are all speaking English). I understand the points they make. I do. But I was so happy there, I can never see it as anything but wonderful.
When I think of the U.K., my mind jumps to four years ago, studying abroad. I remember chili sauce from kebabs staining my hands red as I wandered through Edinburgh searching for the next play at the theater festival. I remember the surge of victory I felt when I realized that I knew exactly where I was going on the tube in London.
I even knew to mind the gap (without being told!)
I remember singing together in a packed pub in Galway. I remember screaming along with the crazed crowd at a football match in Bath (and hearing some of the most eloquent profanity of all time from them). I remember sitting on cliff-edges, my feet dangling over the sea far below, feeling wind and sunshine and sea-brine on my face at the cliffs of Mohr.
I've got a thing for adrenaline-inducing heights.
I remember running through crowded streets to keep up with my friends as we searched for our next hostel, the packs bobbing on our backs carrying all our earthly possessions for four months and tied with clusters of bandannas. I remember kissing the husband (then "the crush") for the first time and slipping away from the group with him to wander aimlessly through British streets.
We stared in awe at works of art. We braved fried haggis and mushy peas (both surprisingly tasty). We paid our respects to Shakespeare's house (and immortalized the serious experience with a series of jumping pictures).
I find this properly respectful, don't you?
We explored beautiful, awe-inspiring cathedrals. We spent hours in pubs, drinking and chatting with locals and calling it "homework". We invaded Oxford and spent far too long in the hall that inspired Hogwarts.
"Hoggy, warty, Hogwarts..."
In our defense...there were no signs telling us not to climb the ruins.
Traveling opens you up to new ways of seeing the world. New languages, cultures, perspectives, people. It broadens your mind and gives you depth. It can be terrifying. It can be intimidating. But it is worth it. Because you never come away without learning something new. About other people. About the world. About yourself.
About how much stuff you can cram into a backpack...
I know all of this. I have never regretted any of my travel experience. It has just made me more eager to be someplace new, to expand my knowledge of how massive and diverse and beautiful the world really is.
So when we move to China in a few months, I will just need to keep all of that in mind.
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