Ok, I can’t sleep which is not a big deal since I don’t have to work on Sunday–thank God! So to entertain myself, I was responding to comments and reading some of my favorite blogs just to see what everyone was up to. I was reading this really cool post on Luchessa’s blog about traveling and suddenly I got super sad about the fact that I never get to go anywhere anymore. I don’t think I’ve taken a proper vacation since like 2003. How sad is that? This is especially sad to me because I spent my early 20’s basically living as a nomad. If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you have probably read my stories about all my traveling misadventures: spending my junior year of college in Paris, getting my wallet stolen on a train from Florence to Aix-en-Provence, almost getting killed in a drive-by in NYC, buying tickets on Priceline to Rome while drunk…do I really need to keep going?
I know I was always complaining about Paris while I was living there because I just found the adjustment to be really difficult. I lived in this pretty tiny chambre de bonne which was basically where servants used to live. This place was tiny but, it had almost everything that I needed: a bed, storage, a hot plate, a fridge, a radio, phone, heating and a shower…but no toilet. Whaaaaaaaaaaat? Well, the toilet was actually outside, down the hall and it was a shared toilet. AND it was a turkish toilet to boot. WTF? I remember when I first saw it, and I couldn’t believe my eyes…is this Paris, or what? I ended up getting used to it, but there was another thing I couldn’t never get used to: my psychopath neighbor. She was this older lady whom I assumed had some issues because she didn’t seem to have any friends or family and tortured the hell out of me complaining about every single noise I made. I couldn’t talk on the phone at night because she would start banging on the wall–and this sucked because my friends and family were all back in California–and she even complained that I was walking around too loudly…huh? The sound of my footsteps was too loud for this hag? I tried to spend as little time as possible in my tiny studio so I didn’t have to deal with her. But who would want to stay in when you’re in PARIS??
I have a bagillion stories about my misadventures in Paris: having to move 3 separate times, babysitting and then realizing the building was on fire, accidentally going to a porn movie theater by myself AT NIGHT (and yes, this was an accident and I don’t think I should be recounting the full story here). Seriously, you can’t even imagine how much trouble one stupid American girl can get into. In my defense, I was 19 and had never been to Europe so cut me some slack! Despite all the dumb things I did there and all the horrible situations that I managed to get myself into, I had such an amazing time! I got to travel all over France and wound up going to Italy like 5 separate times during my stay. Then when I came back home, I got a job with an airline so my traveling adventures continued for at least a few more years. I got to fulfill my dream of going to Morocco and Tunisia (I’ve got plenty of stories about those trips as well, especially about Tunisia since I went there alone–real smart).
So what is my point with all of this? I don’t think I have one so I guess the title of this post is pretty accurate–this is just me rambling! Oh, wait…I do have a point. Get out there and travel! The world is so big and beautiful. It’s really something to get to see a different way of living and experience a new culture. I can’t imagine what I would be like today without those eye-opening experiences. So tell me: if you could go to one place, anywhere in the world, where would you go and why?