Passport In Hand

“A passport, as I’m sure you know, is a document that one shows to government officials whenever one reaches a border between countries, so the officials can learn who you are, where you were born, and how you look when photographed unflatteringly.”  ~Lemony Snicket

Passport In Hand

I know  that the purpose of a travel  blog is to let everyone know what I am doing in my travels.    I could bring my ipad and blog every day.   I can write notes  in my notebook and then stay in at night and blog.  I can sit in an outdoor café and blog.   I could  blog  at  two am when I can’t sleep.

Or, I can do what I normally do.  Experience as much as I can.  Be in the moment instead of recording it   for posterity –  especially,  since no one is paying me, yet.

I am one of those people who sleeps very little when I am traveling. I don’t want to miss anything.  I can sleep when I am home.  I go to bed very late and I get up early.  It is probably why jet lag takes me so long to recover. I’m exhausted.

I love to walk around a city when it is waking up in the morning.   It is usually at its quietest. (Not Venice because that is when the cruse ships unload) In Barcelona, I walked by the always very crowded Casa Mila (Gaudi) . It had just opened up,  I walked in and was the only person there. It was quite amazing to see it like that.  I had a similar experience   at the Uffizi Gallery in Florence with my daughter.  I had the opposite experience at the L’Ermitage in St Petersburg- it was still crowded because of the dreaded cruise ships.

If it is raining, polluted, or there is a time constraint, I use the treadmill.   I watch the TV programs from whatever country I am in.  I watch cartoons in Italy to practice my Italian. (Cartoon characters speak slower in Italy). I’ve watched bullfighting in Spain (the close-ups and reenactments are gruesome), and the ski reports in Germany ( only to find out I was going to the Alps and didn’t know),  Japanese game shows are my favorites . They are so crazy and colorful. You don’t have to know the language to understand they are completely humiliating themselves and having the best time doing it.  I love watching TV in the UK because the people look so normal and sometimes they are unattractive .

I go non stop during the day .   I don’t really like to sit for long lunches.  I prefer to walk with a baguette or a power bar.  I like to see and shop as much as I can.   If there is a beach, I want to be on it.

In the evening, I like the long meals, a  cultural event, local massage,  or just hanging out  in a square having a drink.  When I was younger and traveling, it was all about beaches and nightlife. I always said that I will do the other things when I get older and now I do.  It is great to have been able to experience both.

Basically, I take a computer break.  But now I am a blogger so things have changed.  I will take  more photos without me standing in front of them.  I will take photos of things I write about. i will take photos of my college friends.  I will take photos of food. (cyberspace seems to love food photos – just look at your facebook friends). I will still be writing notes in my moleskin notebook, on napkins, menus , tourist brochures , receipts and hotel stationery.   When I transcribe them, the papers will  remind me of a delicious meal,  a great museum , a beautiful  room or an interesting conversation. .   You will have to hear about it when I return –Just like my friends and family  have for years.

Hoscakal, Fly safe,

JAZ

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7 thoughts on “Passport In Hand

  1. Just loved this blog…the simplicity of the moment and the experiencing of life and countries and cultures in such an uncontrived way…really lovely. xoTracy

  2. Jayne, I am enjoying all your entertaining antics and extremely sensible ideas for travel and culture and life….. Have a great time in Turkey Love… Look forward to hearing all about it !!

    Irma

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