A comment caught my eye in another thread giving advice to stop for a 2-hour lunch at a café and watch the world go by. It’s a common piece of advice, and it sounds like a very romantic notion on the joys of travel, but…I think my head would explode. Stop at a café in Paris the books say, linger over a cappuccino the books say…longest 15 minutes of my life I say.
I suspect I’m of the minority opinion, but my mind and body need to be moving to absorb the surroundings. That doesn’t mean I’m rushing from place to place looking at everything but seeing nothing. I can spend hours in a museum or wandering the streets. What I can’t do is sit and watch from the sidelines. We do sit, my wife makes me. She even expects me to make googly eyes at her like we’re still teenagers. But when I sit for too long, my knees start shaking, my toes start tapping and my chair starts to bounce as I shake off those imaginary shackles. She throws up her hands in frustration and off we go. Even then our wanders aren’t a straight line; my comfort zone is zigging and zagging to every interesting site, touch and smell or as I’ve been told; to every bright, shiny object.
So, who’s with me? Are you more Team ZigZag or more Team Stop-and-Watch-the-World?