It’s rather ironic that I spent so much time traveling.
In general, I would be totally content staying within a five block radius of my home and seeing no one outside of my immediate family. On the other hand, it seems like everyone I’ve ever met imbues travel with deep meaning.
It’s never been clear to me what sort of benefits one is supposed to derive from travel. You often hear vaguely of exposure to other cultures or something like this.
I don’t get that at all. When I am exposed to another culture, I generally am surprised only by how much the culture conforms to its particular cultural stereotypes. Germans really do act like Germans, Italians really do act like Italians, the Japanese really do act like Japanese, the French really act French, most third world countries really are shitty in the obvious ways, etc.
Surely this can’t be what people are referring to when they refer to the enlightening effects of travel?