Europe is old

     This past weekend me and a few of my fellow classmates went to Florence, Italy. After we finally made it off of our 3rd train of the day and gripped ourselves for the trek to the hostel, we walked out of the train station and into Florence.I found myself to be preparing for the fact of being in another different country, in a place where I've never been before. However, I was not hit with the sudden feeling of awe and wonder when I began walking around. Not like I have been before when we went on our journey's to Paris and Monaco and Nice.  I just attributed this lack of wonder over the fact that I was exhausted over waking up early in the morning and just got done traveling by train for 10 hours.
   When we made it to the hostel, with the help of the above and beyond friendly owner of the hostel, a little old Italian lady by the name of Marta, we settled in and washed off a bit, so we could go out a little that night and find some food. I thoroughly enjoy Italian pizza after this trip. The next day we set out and began to explore all that Florence has to offer, which when it comes down to it, isn't a whole lot. Sorry to say it, but I was pretty bored during this trip. Despite being with great company, and being a new culture and place. I was just not as thrilled as I used to be when I first came to Europe. When Tyler Underwood mentioned that it must be because the novelty of being here as kind of worn off, I realized that this must be it. I'm just tired of going, going, going. The busy-ness of it all has made me tired of of it. The foreignness of being on a different continent has drifted away from my mindset.
  While I was reading Twain's "Innocents Abroad", it seemed that he has the same kind of situation, except for him it was quite the opposite. When he talks about his trip to Tangiers, he talks about how extravagant everything is because of its extreme newness to him. He has never been to such a bewildering place that is completely devoid of all that he is used too. And he never realized this until he reached this destination. Despite the fact that he too was traveling in Europe and everything there was brand new to him, the places there still reminded Twain of home. The novelty of being there wore off for him too.
    So now, my situation is that in my time left here, am I going to find some place that is totally different from anything I'm use too? Probably not, because I'm running out of time and money, however I know that someday I will have to find a place like that. And I'm pretty content in searching everywhere I can in order to find that foreignness. May it be Tangiers, Siberia, or Japan. I'll find it someday.