The smells of my so-called ex-pat life.
I'm very sorry, I should have posted here about how much I liked your piece, because it is so good. Crocs, I know what you mean...we were living on a boat when I first saw them, and they made so much sense, because you were wet all the time. Kinda got used to them. Gardeners wear them a lot too, again logical, you can just hose them off...surgeons weatr them too, same reason, but pretty gross. Great blog.
I had a comment started, but then got interrupted, lost it, and never finished. But among other things, I wanted to say that this was very interesting.I think my relationship to travel has changed over the years, too, but it always gives me something to think about...
Have you read the Cloud Atlas? I can't say if I liked it, but I did feel like I was traveling as I read it. South Pacific, Europe, California, Korea, the future. The book was an exhausting journey, and now I feel like curling up under my covers. I don't know why hiding in bed in a strange land is a bad thing!As always, your words are thought provoking.
Thanks for the comments! And thanks for reading!
What a coincidence, I'm reading the Art of Travel right now (I'm up to Paraguay). Have spent the last year reading a flurry of travel books including Simon Winchester's Korea (eh.), Hessler's River Town, A Passage to India, A Cook's Tour, Marco Polo... in an attempt to somehow find the right way to travel... I'm adding your essay to that list -- thanks, it's so beautifully written!
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