Dream-like
There’s something alluring about travelling and sleeping in hotels/motels alone. One of my fondest memory of this is when I went to Germany this summer. I arrived in the afternoon, dropped my bag in my room and went exploring around until about 10 pm. By that time I was absolutely exhausted, because it took me 12 hours on the bus from Budapest to Berlin which means I didn’t get enough sleep, then I spent the rest of the day walking (by foot) the street of Berlin. As soon as I got to my room I took a long hot shower, slipped under the blanket, dimmed the light and channel-surfed the TV until my eyes wore out. It was one of the most peaceful moments I’ve ever felt.
I didn’t feel lonely, I wasn’t afraid, in fact I was so relaxed I wished time stop then and there. The temperature dropped to 15 degrees at night even though it was summer, so snuggling in bed was heavenly. Maybe because I was miles away from home and even further from my real home, alone at night, detached from the routine, it all made it seems unreal. Very much like a dream. The irony is that I feel so comfortable at that moment, so confident and ready for an adventure.
