Most
people think I am a little weird because I always want to go somewhere off the
wall, or somewhere that I will most likely never go again. In a conversation
with Maggie, we talked about this very idea; the idea of heading off to Thailand,
the jungles of South America, or some other random place. Choosing a destination
for me is as easy as throwing a dart at a world map, wherever the point sticks,
I’ll go. Most people who know me would say that I have a certain knack for foreign
languages and an extraordinary curiosity for culture. I have a certain way of melting
into my surroundings, not just a mere a spectator but as a participant. I would
say that my love of culture has even made me want to pursue my master’s degree
in Cultural Anthropology … see I told you I was a weirdo.
So,
now that we understand a little bit more about me, my answer as to what my
ideal trip should be simpler to understand. I have no ideal trip. I have no one
place in the world that I want to go to, or a certain statue or monument that I
have to see before I die. I just simply want to travel. I have no expectation of
anything when it comes to traveling, and that is just one of the many things
that I love about myself. Some people might think it’s a cop out by saying that
I do not have an ideal trip, but in reality, the nonexistence of my perfect
vacation is in itself an ideal trip. Unless you have experienced going to every
place in the world, you cannot really say that you choose one over the other …
that’s my opinion.
Bringing
it all together, and by that I mean using the Twain reading as an example, we
can see the consequences of expectations. “By the door of the station-keeper’s
den, outside, was a tin washbasin, on the ground. Near it was a pail of water
and piece of yellow bar soap […] From the glass frame hung the half of a comb
by a string – but if I had to describe the patriarch or die, I believe I would
order some sample coffins.” (Twain 21/22) This is just one of the many examples
Twain uses to show us that his expectations of heading west with his brother
were not what he thought. Unfortunately for him, the circumstances turned out
worse instead of better.
This
is why I do not have an ideal trip. Having an ideal trip means having
expectations about what you might see, hear, smell, or even eat. I am not sure
if it was the way my parents raised me, or some genetic malfunction, but I do
not travel with these kinds of expectations. Let’s be real, I expect it to be
hot and sunny when I go to Belize this summer, but I hope that you understand
what I mean. I cannot have an ideal trip that happens by chance: meeting a
local on the street, finding that fabulous hole-in-wall restaurant, or even
just accidently finding a hidden waterfall… these things cannot be expected but
are the most rewarding. So, what is my ideal trip? Your guess is as good as
mine, as long as we get there by plane.