“You are a goof,” Ali tells me 100 times on average a day. Ok, maybe I am. I like strange things and sometimes find reality a bit too drab and constraining.
So what the heck does this have to do with traveling?
I love Calvin and Hobbes comics. There is a wonderful way that Calvin sees the world that is both deep and childish. This is kind of how I want to see the world and how I want to explore it. I say 12 year old, because I still laugh at jokes from that age’s mindset. Farts and such are still giggle-worthy.
I want to feel the coolness of being in a place. To stand on the rock in Athens where Apostle Paul gave a sermon was like that. Walking around Rome and especially the Colosseum was like that too. Ok, so maybe I am a history obsessed 12 year old. Those exist right? Right?
Seeing the world with a child’s mind
As a child, things are so new that they are cool. As you grow up, familiarity breeds disinterest. Certainly this is almost a defense mechanism, if every single experience was as intense as the first time I am sure we would burnout much quicker. But man it would be a bright burn.
Maybe the concept of traveling like a 12 year old intrigues me because that is the first time I traveled internationally. My dad took us to England for 2 weeks when I was that age. Oh it was a miserable trip in some respects. I hurt my nose walking into a mirror in Waterloo station. I hated the food too. And yet somehow I still remember the coolness of being Elsewhere.
The anxious misery fades into memory and the coolness remains. Maybe that too is what I am looking to keep hold of. That ability to get through the misery and hold onto the fun and wonder.
Oh, and still be able to giggle at farts. That is very important.