It has now been a week since I have been home. I have to say that it was a bit of a culture shock for me when I stepped off of the airplane. It was weird hearing everybody talk in English again and the American accent sounded so odd. Also, everything was really big and grand.
I have come up with an overall definition for America: the land of big things and ice cubes in water. Ice cubes in drinks is one thing I did miss about the USA. Sometimes it is nice to have a cold glass of water after living through a day of European heat. Another thing that I missed was being able to walk through the streets and have the option of picking any food I want from any nationality. Although, the food is never as good in America as it is in the country it originates from. Actually, the food is never as good in America even if it originates from America, itself.
It was lovely seeing all of my friends and family again. However, it was hard for me to talk about my trip with them because I was unable to tell my tales well enough for people to understand the reality. For this reason, I am so happy I got to share my travels with my best friend, Liz. We will always be able to talk about the memories we had together and truly relate to each other. Liz and I have always had a special bond because we grew up together, but this trip definitely drew us closer. I can’t be grateful enough to have such an amazing person in my life.
The whole trip was an eye-opening learning experience. I not only learned about different cultures and their history, but more importantly I learned a lot about myself and how I interact with the world around me. As you get older, you learn that you are not just an individual, but rather a member of a very large community. You are just a note in a song and as beautiful as your note is, the song is not complete without the many other notes that surround you. I found that traveling is really not about the places you see, but the people you meet and the moments you share with them. I saw beautiful place after beautiful place, but the most beautiful views had a shared experience.
But, traveling is also about being happy to go home (for the most part). Somebody who has caught the travel bug gets so sick of their daily routine at home and wants nothing more than to leave. When they finally leave, they are the happiest they can be until their wings eventually get tired and it is time to land. A traveler needs some order in life every now and then, or at least until they have the energy to lift off once again (or the funds). This little travel bug needs to rest, but only for a little bit. My tales are to be continued…