Half of appreciating what you see--gilt silver toiletry sets given to queens, vaulted stone bridges arching overhead, ages old castles atop hills, and hot mid-morning coffee to ward off the cold--is talking about what you see. You have to point and ooh and ahh at it to someone else.
This is why I travel with a buddy. And so I can play dress up and not feel ridiculous.
And because I would get hopelessly lost on my own and waste precious time examining my map from every angle at every street corner.
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Indeed that's the blessing of a travel companion.
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