I have to confess. I like traveling and do not understand so abhorrent lovers kill-times. I think the two basic arguments underlying this practice is deceptive fleecy, neither resting nor learn anything. Traveling one does not rest or relax as it has to constantly deal with the discomfort of being outside the protection ancestral home. Few dumb enough, no service where "think" in private and all the daily rituals become supervised by foreign agents. On the other hand, I suspect that nobody learns shit. The only thing that one is outside their territory are modern cities with different regional or local tribal touches reminiscent of our most isolated villages of the capital: spears at the site of the berets and the sacrifices in the domino. I think what makes a trip "uplifting" is the tourist gaze, which means an effect of estrangement goes around with a questioning look. He has no choice, paid to spend a week in one place, so you'd better find something to amuse you if you want to leverage your investment. Who knows whether it would be interesting to apply the gaze of tourists to our immediate reality usual. The trip has some character and rarely theme park, I think, you learn something true in this type of activity sheepish. Only
real traveler can be caught by a jet of mystery, but we must be especially sensitive to capture the subtlety with which reality becomes magical. This reminds me of an anecdote which is situated in one of my few trips.
I wandered the streets of Istanbul, lost in the gaps of this huge megalopolis, trying desperately to find his way back to the hotel. He had walked a long time and was hungry. As luck would have lurking in a market in search of fish, found a shop that caught my attention. More specifically, was a man who exposed a horrendous cushions on a table. The really surprising part of the systematic lack of taste was a little sign with an improvised script, titled products marketed as "Magic pillows." I asked the shopkeeper in my modest English for this course supernatural character of the cushions. He replied that all had unique properties, although the power of each was special. A teleport allowed another fly, giving the user an ability to smell an orange for twelve hours and other guaranteed complete control over the dreams the one who deposited his head, etc.. There were only two conditions for purchase.
The buyer had to choose the cushion, not knowing what strange power entailed or how it is activated. According to the vendor, the modes of activation of the powers were varied: they could require contact with the water, be used for more than an hour straight, touching one foot, jump on it seven times in one leg for an hour Saturday later. In short, you could spend months without knowing that dark secret of his ability to cushion.
I could not resist, so I chose the least ugly and took him home. Several years have passed and despite having tried a variety of combinations, my pillow did not show any skills. I spent a long time thinking I had been scammed, but after deep musings understood that this suspicion was false. The ability of my pad, which makes it special compared to the other, is precisely not to have supernatural powers. I was lucky and chose the one that can be used only as a regular mattress.
