For lack of creativity, time and battery power, I’m not really sure how to word this feeling I’ve got. But, as the title suggests, it feels like I’m slowly remembering what it feels like to travel. I suppose I’d forgotten it since I’d been living in Berlin for so long.
I’m writing this very quickly—from my hotel in Amman, Jordan. As you’ve probably gathered from reading my blog, I still don’t know what the hell I want out of life, where I want to be (physically, emotionally, career-ly), what I want to do, and so on and so on. But whatever. I’m just living life. However, I have to admit that after stepping off the plane here in Amman, I started to think a bit more about what I want.
Well, actually, I started to think about this on the plane ride here. Maybe it was the sappy romantic comedy I saw on the plane (or Ryan Gosling), but I was almost certain I had an idea of what I wanted a few hours ago. But after a small snafu at the airport with my pre-arranged pickup, I was alone on the streets of Amman in no time. That’s when I remembered. I really do like this travel thing.
Just wandering around Amman, walking through a clothing market of used jeans & sneakers, coffee for sale from a man on the sidewalk, falafel sandwiches for less than 50 cents, people asking me “where are you from” and using different money, signs in a script I can’t read. I really do like this travel thing.
Here’s a photo of my hotel. Isn’t it ritzy? I love finding and staying in new hotels. There’s always something interesting about the business of hotels, from hotel merchant processing solutions to customer service and marketing. This hotel was actually pretty snazzy and the customer service was excellent! They were more than helpful in pointing me in the right direction with some great Amman travel tips.
I miss wandering Paharganj in Delhi, shopping at MBK in Bangkok, eating the street food in Vietnam, people-watching at the Tel Aviv beaches. It seems I’ve been bitten by the travel bug again. I just don’t know what to do about it yet.