This week I started to feel home sick, which is weird because I pretty much never experience that. I guess the ways that I want to travel are always changing. I love going off and exploring on my own, but if I’ve also experienced traveling with friends and family as a young adult, and they are all very different, but lovely in their own ways. There’s a certain comfort to being around people you love in a new place. Then not everything is new and it can be less intimidating. I feel good now though. Acknowledging and accepting those feelings as valid helps them fade.
The statue guys sat down at my table and ordered a frozen hot chocolate with me. Then the crowd came and I became a part of the spectacle as they got poked by children and photographed by their parents.