I love to travel. I love it I think more than is reasonable. When travelling I behave like Kristin wiig in the surprise party SNL sketch. I just think it's incredible. This makes me socially awkward and manic when I'm somewhere new or interesting. As my normal companions may be unpacking or working out dinner I'll find myself on the balcony of our hotel heaving in awe at the very fact that I'm there at all.
It just feels like a miracle that I'm in another culture and I don't fully understand how it isn't miraculous to everyone.
