I've been noticing lately how significant my desire to travel is. It's been just over a year since we left for Europe and that has been a bit difficult to digest. A whole year!? Where has the time gone? Over the last several years I've come to realize how much I love exploring. Not only from a physical stand point but also a cultural one.
On the bus tonight three foreigners (Scandinavian I think) boarded the bus and elicited help from the other passengers to figure out how they needed to get where they needed to go. It was fascinating to watch them ride the bus constantly being distracted with things which were likely brand new and wonderful to them. It's certainly a far cry from the everyday, boring ride which I experience.
I often wonder what locals thought of us as we struggled to just fit into the largely alien culture that was Paris. Not to mention the constant butchering of their language, though all that we came across were more than happy to lend a hand and even teach a little bit without being condescending. While occasionally difficult and draining I feel like we experienced Paris in a way we wouldn't have been able to otherwise. I hope that we'll be able to start traveling again soon. I must feed the bug!