When each toilet you come across doesn’t function in any way that you have come to expect toilets to function; when toilet paper no longer goes in the toilet but in a garbage can; when coffee no longer comes in cup sizes you are used to, nor does it taste like coffee that you savour each morning; when the shower is a hose that sprays the entire bathroom and you have no idea how you are supposed to keep the toilet paper, (and the garbage can) and the towels from getting wet, too; when you wash your clothes with your shampoo while you shower and feel like you’ve got clean clothes again;….. well, that’s when driving in a car with no carseat for baby becomes totally okay, even through incredibly windy narrow mountain roads. That’s when eating from a roadside restaurant that happily takes 2 hours to cook you ‘something’ up.. (but serves you raw chestnuts while you wait) also becomes okay. (Especially when you are having lunch with three elderly greek sisters.) That’s when one can let go all the expectations of daily routines and ‘proper’ ways of doing things, and be free to simply respond to each moment without any expectations.
I think this is why I love travelling soooo much. It is so freeing. Maybe I will paint tonight. I wonder what might evolve!