MIND: Childlike Wonder

But that’s the glory of foreign travel, as far as I am concerned. I don’t want to know what people are talking about. I can’t think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything. Suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most rudimentary sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross a street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.

Neither Here Nor There: Travels in Europe // Bill Bryson

SOL: 23

SOL: 23

How is it even possible that today is my 23rd birthday? I feel in equal parts as young as I ever have and as old as I ever will.

Last year I told myself I wanted to spend my twenty-third in Paris. I think I’ve one-upped myself as I have spent the first four hours of my birthday dipping my toes in the sea and walking through a french market eating a croissant and refueling as needed with cafe noisettes.

I am absolutely blissfully happy.