A normal Tuesday somewhere else
I miss the completely ordinary parts of traveling
This sounds strange, but the thing I miss most about traveling isn’t really the landmarks.
It’s waking up somewhere unfamiliar and walking out in the morning with nowhere urgent to be. Finding a little grocery store. Watching people head to work. Trying to figure out what everyone is ordering at a café. Sitting on a bench for twenty minutes because your feet hurt.
At the time those moments didn’t feel important at all. Now they’re the parts I remember.
Maybe that’s why I still like seeing ordinary streets and neighborhoods in other places. You get a little glimpse of what a normal Tuesday looks like somewhere else.
Anyone else find themselves remembering the boring little moments more than the “big” sights?
Hi Rubert, Agreed! It is the little things. We spent alot of money on a recent trip to Marco Island, but do you know what my grandkids talk about - mini golf and looking for the perfect shell on the beach. 🤩