I think every traveler has that moment in the beginning. A sight or sound or smell triggers a visceral feeling of surreality as you realize…
“Oh my God, I’m actually here.”
In 2011, it was a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower that did that for me. And then, fully emerging from the RER C, the River Seine. The feeling followed me like a cloud. All throughout that day, I kept thinking stuff like, “Wow, I’m crossing a street in Paris.” “Wow, I’m experiencing rain in Paris.” As if it was inconceivable that I would be doing such ordinary things in a day that felt so extraordinary.
A friend tells me her moment was right after her passport was stamped at Fiumicino. She thought, “Thank God, I’m in Rome!” And despite being quite alone, she found herself both crying and grinning from ear to ear as she made her way to the luggage carousel.
Feelings like that can stick with you forever.
And turn you into a lifelong traveler.
What was your moment?
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