Learning to cope with unpredictable situation is the art of travel.
Unpredictable Travel is Psychotherapy
I am American, I was born into a crazy culture, and if I had a million dollars, I would go psychologist twice per week to learn about me. I would ask him or her,
“How am I adapting to my world?
Travel often forced people to adapt, change, accept, learn, and eventually anticipate new cultures. Until one day the new culture feels predictable and normal again.
Soldiers going into battle, policeman pulling their gun, and fireman running into burning buildings. These situations require a person to adapt, and change plans rapidly.
I am American in West Africa, and as United State Citizen, my life was easy. Even though I say it was easy, it was much more stressful in the USA than here, but the stress was predictable, and even though I complained about it, it was manageable stress.
What would a therapist attempt to do? I believe their mission is to help us clarify problems, and adapt better.
Here in West Africa, I have 10-20 problems per day, and they are not predictable. I am from the USA, a white man in a black man world, I stick out like a sore thumb. The black locals in heavy tourist areas like Lome, Togo continually look for new ways to keep me confused, and PAYING MORE.
Confusion cost money, and confusion is the friend of a therapist, this is their bread and butter.
Every time I adapt, learn, and evolve here, I learn how to avoid confusion, and be happier.
The problem, new country, a new culture and the confusion starts again, there are no two countries with the exact same cultural rules.
Enjoying the ride…
Unpredictable travel is exhilarating!! I'm sure ours has never been nearly as unpredictable as yours, however. Christmas 2008, my daughter (age 32) and I (58) left for Prague for our first travel to Europe. Fall of 2008, I saw Queen Latifa in a movie about her going to the Grand Hotel Pupp in Karlovy Vary, Czech Republic, for New Year's Eve. I found the Hotel online and they were having a New Year's Eve ball and another one two nights before. After that and another night in Prague (and the most wonderful symphony) we took our first train ride to Vienna. I went sightseeing alone in Vienna because my daughter was sick. I took the subway back and forth from the hotel on the Danube River. She did make it to the opera the last night with me.
Then in 2010, we flew into Lisbon, Portugal, with only the first 3 nights reserved there, EuroRail passes, and reservations for our return flight from Rome six weeks later. We travelled about 3,000 miles by rail to southern Portugal, east to Spain, Madrid, Barcelona, Cannes, rented and I drove to Monte Carlo and back to Cannes, Madrid, Milan Italy, Interlaken Switzerland, Florence Italy, Venice, and Rome with daytrips from most cities.
Needless to say, both were amazing trips!!!