I dream of waking up in a small pad with Fleur-de-lis pattern all over the wall. I will peek at window and my eyes will capture the outline of the “most photographed icon” in the world. I will excitedly take in a lot of fresh air, as if that is going to be my last, and exhale happiness. I will eagerly prepare and go out with a beam in my face. I will stroll on the long avenue until I reach a historical image that distinguishes it from any other avenues worldwide. I will then go to a cafe for breakfast. Am I alone? I do not really care. Being physically there will be the entire thing that will matter. To continue, I will converse with the waitress. I will be delighted and proud of myself as I drop those phrases with the accent, enough for her to catch it. She will reply and I will understand it. I will say thank you and will patiently wait for my order. I will get pleasure from looking around – the people, their language, the scenery and the fact that I am there. I will munch on my breakfast and relish the taste of something genuine: prepared and cooked by real citizens of the country.
I will then proceed to museums. I will prioritize the one with a glass Egyptian symbol on it. My heart will melt and I will be the happiest person on earth. I will capture the view with my point and shoot camera – the only companion I will require on this trip. I will line up with a bunch of tourists and patiently wait for my turn. I will stand anterior the most famous woman on a canvass. I will dwell my eyes on hers and will take note of the feeling I will be having. I will roam around the museum and appreciate all the works of art in there.
I will walk out of the museum’s door fulfilled, evident by a very big smile. I will spend the rest of the day doing nothing. I will just walk to nowhere. I will capture all the interesting view – every pattern, statue and even random happenings. I will be happy with just that. I will enter stores and just catch a glimpse of what is being sold. I was never fond of shopping and I will be broke by the time I get there – no spare budget to buy stuff. I will continuously inhale with contentment and breathe out happiness. I will sleep early and prepare for the second day. I will not have an itinerary. Everything will be spontaneous – a month will be too long for planned ones.
On the second day, I will leave for a religious site somewhere far from the Capital city. I will utter my ultimate wishes and get a hold of the holy water. I will be bringing it to my home country. I will purchase religious items and will head back to where I am staying. That will take a day.
Third day, I will join a hop-in hop-off conventional city tours and will listen intently to the tour guide. I will engage in conversation with other tourists and find out where they came from. I will make friends of different colors (figuratively used). And once again, a sense of fulfillment. I will eat dinner with my new found friends at a specialty restaurant. I will not be concerned if a meal costs a month’s salary. I will just savor everything. We will then proceed to the “Red Windmill”, walk through there and will call it a day.
The following days will be devoted to castles and country sides. As expected, I will be enchanted by their beauty and historical significance. I will learn the country’s history by being rapt by the guide’s stories.
Finally, I will pursue the icon that screams that country’s name. I will ditch the elevator and climb up to its tip with the staircase. I will appreciate the view from the top and resist myself from jumping out. It will be the highlight of my travel. That moment will suffice everything and will prepare for a second country the next day.
Picture : From Google Images.