Travelling

I am halfway around the world, and I feel as if I have finally escaped many of my everyday problems. It's wonderful. I feel dizzy and shaky from the jetlag and nonstop days, but I'm hoping it will subside as I settle into this time zone. I am still amazed that the Americans I am meeting tend to be the snotty film jerks that they are often reputed to be. There are a few fun people,though. I think this might be the first vacation I have ever been on where I have actually read and kept a journal and written postcards. I see how I have changed in the past year. How I enjoy a quiet moment to myself as I walk along the boardwalk; or how I prefer reading to a party on the beach. I have become anti-social. Or maybe I'm getting old. But I am definitely different. I wonder if it was he who changed me. I have a feeling he did. It's funny, I don't "miss" him, but I definitely wish he were here. Wish I could share all these things with him as they happen, since there is a decent chance I never will at all.

I could live here forever. I love the pace, I love the market, I love the compact towns, the busses, the trains, the motorbikes, the walking. I love the water and the boats and the cafes with finicky hours. I even love the bizarre showers that everyone else is complaining about. Maybe I'll even be able to speak the language at some point before I leave. Regardless, this is some travelling. Inside and out.