Saturday, October 2, 2010

Plane Tickets Are Too Expensive

As I passed the international airport about a week ago, I was overwhelmed by a waft of an extraordinary scent. A familiar one. The one I knew all too well. The fine-blended aroma of travel, passports, metal detectors, and language problems. It made me yearn to get away from this infernal city for a while. From the heat, the people, those damn textbooks…Anywhere. Absolutely anywhere.
Ysad, Sweden. … Or lost somewhere in the forests of Finland. I’m a great admirer of those Scandinavians Or, lolling about the rich, verdant pastures of Scottish Highlands. Or walking down the streets Florence, paranoid about those pickpockets yet managing to stare at the Duomo in utter glee. Or ambling down a street in Lucerne, munching away to glory on Swiss chocolates. The last time I was in Lucerne, it was a Sunday; everything was shut including the restaurant that served chocolate fondue, that I’d set my senses on. Or, spend the entire day at the Louvre, drooling over masterpiece after masterpiece. Or being burnt to a crisp under the California sun. Sigh.
Instead I’m forced to bury myself in a heap of textbooks along with barely a hint of a social life. Exams are next week. Yippie.