Reflecting and Reminiscing

It seems appropriate to reflect back on my time traveling now that I've had a little distance from it. I must admit that I don't like that I am back if I could just travel from place to place like I did I don't think I would. it would also make me a much more social person.

Here is the list of where I went, roughly, this break:

London
Barcelona
Granada
Malaga
Cordoba
Seville
Madrid
Barcelona
Zurich
Vienna
Baden
Salzburg
Zurich
Paris
Amsterdam
Munich
Salzburg
Geneva
Zurich
Vienna
Venice
Florence
Rome

My favorite city was perhaps Barcelona but I look most forward to returning to Rome. I began at some point, rather early on, to judge cities by the ones I would most like to live in. I thought to my self that I should by a house here and right a book, or this is a good place to grow old, or that I would like to live here and have a job here. Each city had a different personality, one I felt you could grasp rather quickly. There was a certain vibe that did not really delve into the city's soul but there was something there that you felt was unique to that city after only spending a few hours there.
Traveling like I did was very freeing, but I see how it would rather quickly lose its charm. There was a certain sense that once I entered a new lace it wasn't as special as it would have been had I not have been traveling through so much. The constant barrage of stimuli cause reduced sensitivity and all that fun stuff.
Yet, what I found most attractive was the idea that I wouldn't be spending any more than two days in any one place and I had to see what was worth seeing. I was forcing myself to do stuff because I was there and it seemed a waste if I didn't do certain stuff. At the same time I didn't feel like a tourist that had a bucket list. I spent plenty of time in coffee shops reading the Herald Tribune. Everything was exiting and new with a sense of urgency and a sense of purpose. Perhaps that was the most important part of it all that I had a sense of purpose that was rather defined. I tend to avoid having that in my life, goals purposes. Perhaps I should start is seems a useful psychological tool, but at the same time I don't want to feel as if I'm leading myself around in neat little circles.
This is the third go at this, and it seems best to finally end this blog entry. Essentially travel is nice. Having a place to go to is nice. Life should be a mixture of new experiences and the the comfort of old. When new experiences are comforting you are done for.