Random thoughts after returning from a month in Europe.
I like porridge every morning in my favourite bowl.
I like knowing where I’m going—and getting there in an efficient manner.
I like speaking English and being understood.
I like figuring out what time it is—only here—and not somewhere else.
I like to sit back, put my feet up, and relax.
I like eating herring for breakfast.
I like finally arriving at my destination—and the misadventures along the way.
I like trying out foreign words, messing up, and still being understood—sort of.
I like not knowing what time it is—unless there’s a train/plane to catch.
I like to get up, tie up my laces, and explore some more.