I know what kind of traveler I am: I’m normally more outgoing when I’m surrounded by people who don’t speak the same language as me. This is probably because I feel like my awkwardness will be cast aside as some sort of culture/language gap. When you’re in another country you’re allowed to make social faux pas, as long as you are making an attempt and apologize a lot.
I’ve traveled to about 18 countries. I lost track of the exact number somewhere and I always feel like there’s one African country I’m forgetting. Anyway, the point is travel isn’t a new thing to me. I even have a routine. To some, the name of my routine is procrastination. But, “hey, I have my reasons” I say to those some.
I take on a country like I do a new acquaintance. I don’t look at her Facebook or ask friends about her. Instead, I wait and create my own picture. I drink with her. I dance with her. I go out of my way to start conversations with her inhabitants. I fall in love with all the things she has to offer that the United States doesn’t. Then, I get pissed off because of all the things she doesn’t have (Why doesn’t every country have a 24-hour Wal-Mart?). And then - only then - do I feel like I start to get a picture of what she's like.
I’m taking on Turkey a bit differently. I’ve read a book about her. I’ve read a couple articles on her state of mind. I’ve stared at her picture longingly. I must admit: I feel like a bit of a creeper.
I promise when I meet her I’ll keep an open mind. I’ll use what I read to put what she has to offer into context, but I won’t allow it to become the basis of my judgment.
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