Inevitably when travelling, one does something totally gauche and embarrassing at least once a day. For example, today Jerry and I forgot the size of an American 'slice' of pizza in a San Francisco restaurant and ordered enough to feed most of the Bay Area. Luckily the American people are polite and kind enough not to make you feel worse about it, but when it's happenning every day, it's best to just get used to the feeling.
It's a phenomenon I had forgotten in between trips; thankfully it belongs to that category of travel feelings and experiences - along with the constant weariness and discomfort - that leave your mind pretty much the moment you step off the plane at home, when you only remember all the wonder and excitement. Sometimes I think travel is better for remembering it than for actually doing it at the time.
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