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Let go and lets go

I’m 23, married. Life’s difficult as it is for everybody. I always imagined that after getting married, I’ll travel a lot with my husband. But I didn’t focus much on that part. Now I understand what is that I love to do the most. It is travelling, being at a new place every now and then. I’ve been to some places and have been crazily happy and tired and someone other than myself. 

Travelling is not just about the good feeling, it is also about the bad feelings, the struggles, and if it is a vegetarian like me.. totally screwed. Being back home is good regarding the food, but other than that.. When you keep moving.. that feeling is amazing.. the power to let go.. whoa!! 

I want to travel every month.. Go somewhere for a week at least. But my life seems more controlled by others than me. I can’t just leave on my own. Having a husband who cares, but earning is also important. 

Standing on the top of Effiel Tower (temperature 5 degrees or less,) and wearing no sweater or overcoat. Dieing of the pain in stomach- out of breath, climbing the  mountain and paragliding or walking in the forest and doing some amazing ziplines. Jumping around in Disneyland with candy floss all over the face, or attending the Kingsday with beer in a hand and orange juice in another.. *arghhh!!* 

I can never forget those tacos I ate in Queenstown, New Zealand, near the Sofitel hotel or the lake, we could say. $14 for the tourist and $12 for the locals. Such good food after such long time, god bless those guys! I can do anything to eat them again.. apart from studying this monotonous syllabus of my studies! 

I’m up for doing a job that makes us travel, but my partner isn’t in it for me. What a waste of dream.. 

Paris

Miles away I saw it standing tall, and sharp. So gorgeous at night, and light show exactly at 11. Pictures and videos! No. I want to live that moment. I’m in Paris. 

I was right below it, and at the top, admiring the city. More than anything, the happy and excited faces of tourist from all over the places. What was the best thing about being there? I don’t know. Maybe, just being there and living the hype. 

Street vendors understand the looks on the faces of tourist. Few of them followed us till the restraunt. It was horrofic. They try to sell their Effiel tower showpieces as souvenirs. 

It was difficult finding people who speak english. Specially, explaining taxi drivers. There are hop on hop off busses, which are so tempting and good deal for city tour. But we had to go to Disneyland. Shops close early. Inhabitants from all over the world. Cotton candy and caramel popcorn, small chariots and expensive cars, Prada and paparazzi. 

Two days in the city? Not enough. But then we went to AMSTERDAM!! 

Colourful food. Voguish clothes. All kinds of people. Crazy city. Love.