In a way I came to feel the same about traveling. I took to amazing trips to Mexico. The first trip was in a $500 beat up mini station wagon. With a old beat up Sesame Street Bert doll tied to the roof rack. We started in Santa Cruz California. I love the idea of starting every voyage at the cross. My best friend and 2 other girls, one breast feeding her 6 month old baby and me. Brave girls. I would save all 3 girls today, but not sure the 6 month old knew enough to fit that title. Anyways it was my first time out of the country, if you don’t count Canada, back then we didn’t, it was just a part of Minnesota, a big part.
Always the careful prudent traveler I pulled off the highway a few miles before the Mexican boarder and stopped in the parking lot of a large shopping mall. I nonchalantly lifted up the branch of a shrubbery, Ever since I watched Mont Python I have wanted to say and write that word as often as possible, and I hid my pipe and herb. 30 minutes later we crossed the boarder into Tijuana. Our car seemed to fit in with the locals almost immediately, except for the doll on the roof. It was pure adventure the whole trip. The car broke down in the middle of nowhere and almost fell on me, but we fixed it and kept heading south. Driving over a mountain pass in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere we passed a car broken down with several guys waving us down. We stopped and helped them and continued on. A few days later we saw them at a little market in the sleepy fishing village where we were. Smiling, pats on the back, not much common language skills between us. Later when we got home I heard the older folks were not happy about the 2 gringo couples living in sin on their beach. Little did they know it was not at all what they thought. Then again who knows what they thought. I do know that there were quite a few sins we were not committing. The girl with the baby did squirt milk at me a few times when she was breast feeding her baby. First time for me, kind of funny and kind of weird, but that was about as close as any of us got to physical intimacy. Mostly we were there to look at the whales, the beach, the cactus and survive an adventure. Like a 4 year old going to the corner for the first time. That’s what travel should be. Go with the eyes and heart of a 4 year old, but practice the manners of a polite 90 year old.