Travel: The opportunity to escape everything that brings me joy and comfort.
Well, maybe not joy. There may be joy on other shores, even if the person I'll be with the first two weeks really doesn't like me, as he's shown with responses like "Obviously!" and "You've been corrected on the pronunciation of that street name, and you're still saying it wrong."
There may be joy even though my Spanish and French may annoy more than they help.
There may be joy even though as a vegan, I may not find substantial meals, and I do love to eat.
They say dopamine kicks in when we learn new things, and traveling is a learning opportunity:
Within a month, I'll learn which has annoyed people more--my Spanish and French or my vegan diet.
I'm thinking of preparing a little check list as I go into scavenge for food:
Degree of support offered (from food servers, from companions)
Degree of annoyance show (by food servers, by companions)
I should also have a grid for Degree to which I annoy people with my French/Spanish/vegan diet.
I should mention that I'll feel joy seeing my French friend Annie and my German friend Jutta--if I don't annoy them now that I'm a double-threat: A vegan who doesn't really speak French very well!
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