20th October 2012
While packing for my semester abroad in Spain my junior year I went downtown to buy a travel guide and a map. I also optimistically picked up a journal although I had never consistently kept one before and got it more because I liked the cover. Eagerly I wrote the first entry in the airport during a layover. Then I wrote again in the Madrid airport. Then I found myself writing every two or three days. My intentions were to record every little travel experience, new food tasted, and place investigated; I hadn’t foreseen that the journal would provide both an escape from the pressures on splashing headfirst into life in a different place and a place to open up my mind.
I love her descriptions of the time she spent sitting and journaling in cafés. You can learn a lot just by sitting still and watching and listening!