“I like eating alone, and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child, or a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with his or her best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely.”
I often sneak out in the morning or late at night, just to find peace after a hectic day with the tour group in Barcelona. It was a large group, and even though they are all my family and cousins (and I do love them), sometimes peace can be found by being alone. I woke up early than the others to stroll around the area, bringing my notebook with me.
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Walking alone on Pont des Arts bridge, across the River Seine, I saw an old couple smile happily, locking their padlock to the bridge. It was a simple red padlock, and maybe what was written with black marker was their name. The key was thrown to the river and the couple kissed. As they walked past me, I heard the old man said that it was stupid while still smiling, and the old lady said that it was fun, while holding his hand.
I watched them as they walked down the bridge, feeling grateful at the warm feeling they gave me. Continue reading “A Stranger in a City”
“Walking through this quiet neighborhood
Starlight dyes me fleeting blue
silence plays the midnight broken beats
see the world is passing by
and I feel so free…”
— the Band Apart, Stereo
I was just waking up from my nap when I felt so hungry. I looked at my watch and got surprised when I realized it’s already 10 PM. Damn, I overslept… I wasn’t feeling well that time, that’s why I decided to took a quick nap. But still, when you’re traveling alone in another continent, you’d want to explore every new city you’ve came to, right? Felt like I’ve wasted a good sunny day to stroll around the city.
They said that Sunday is the day to take a good rest after a week of hard works. It was no different here in Rennes, France. I didn’t see much people since I arrived here at noon, only a few café were open. Felt a bit better after my nap, I decided to go outside to find something to eat.
As I walking down the empty street, I forgot that I am hungry, quietly walk while I put my hands on my jacket pocket. It was those moment when you have the talk with yourself; those time when inspiration hits. For me, this is one of the reason why I go traveling alone. The feeling of being free. The feeling of being put in the audience seat, watching from afar, taking a rest from the game of Life. The feeling of your mind getting clearer.
Have you ever feel so distant, yet feel so alive?