When Nature Calls...

Wordsworth's argument concerning our identities is a principle that has been racking my brain since I read the words. I do not disagree with the argument that we change according to whom and sometimes what we are with. I find this to be so true that I have made a conscious effort to see when and where this change would happen. It was this past weekend.
Visiting the French Riviera has been a great experience and a much needed break from the monotony of Strasbourg. Simply being near the beach allowed me to forget about all that only hours ago I was fretting about. With my peers, our conversations merely consisted of wonderful, memorable food, of reminiscent stories of Italy and the beauty of the city we were witnessing. These may seem like natural conversations but hours before that, our conversations consisted of school and all its maladies, transportation and all of its maladies. School was not mentioned once simply because our location had changed to something we synonymously relate to being on holiday. We worry in Strasbourg of things we should such as class, excursions, money and all other facets that accompany living in a city. In Nice, next to the beach looking at the houses built on hills and cliffs, and soaking up the sun, we were able to not mention our worries, if only for a weekend. Our concerns no longer consisted of the maladies we found in Strasbourg but rather the disappointment that Strasbourg could never be Nice.
I do believe Wordsworth was also commenting on the sins and temptations that a city offers as opposed to the good and beautiful that the country offers. I find this to be true. Perhaps it does not resonate with the Riviera experience I had over the weekend but nevertheless, I felt that I could relate my weekend trip to Wordsworth words.