To say that my desire to travel is fully instinctual would be a lie. For me travel is like sex. I didn’t know how great it could be until I tried it. And just like with sex I had some bad experiences and some great ones. But now that I have tried it I don’t want to stop. I get my fix and for a moment I’m on cloud nine. But after a couple of weeks I feel the twitch in my legs, a second nature desire to run to somewhere new.
All of these destinations are not orgasmic, some are just foreplay for the main event. In Europe I found that Lisbon was an early orgasm that I couldn’t have expected. The food and architecture screamed different, as if she was the wild child of the family. She was the lover that probably did cocaine before getting it on, perhaps with more than one person.
Barcelona, was my closeted lover. There was a feminine energy behind this masculine appearing city. The roads had angles that you’d see on a mans body. But everything that Gaudí touched had a clear woman’s touch. The curves, the color, the aura. Very delicate. She/He would make their mind up someday but for now they’d rather not mark the gender in the polls.
Paris was my sophisticated lover. She was Miss. Gray. Elegant and mysterious. Never giving me more than a sexy glance in public or a brush of the hand in the daytime. But at night she put on the latex and had her furry handcuffs ready. She would slip on her Louis Vuitton heels and take me for a ride that would last the weekend. Then she transitions back to her pompously reserved self as Sunday approaches. She recognizes the toll of Notre Dame bringing herself back to piety.
Berlin was my frat boy lover. So many had so much to say about Berlin. How great he was. But upon landing Berlin treated me like the ugly girl who couldn’t get into any of the sororities. I would try to see the good in Berlin but every time I stepped out it seemed as though the city was determined to ruin my day. And more often than not I decided it was better to stay at home rather than go out with Berlin.
To travel is to love. But you can’t always get a gracious lover. It takes time and plenty of practice and you most likely won’t get it right the first time but after a few tries you’ll figure out your type.
Just remember to bring protection.