The more I travel, whether it be to Greece or Montana, the more I find meaning in the small things. There are always fascinating points of interest to visit, tourist destinations, and shopping, but probably my favorite activity is people watching. I would rather walk the streets of a new city for hours, exploring and gaining a window into the life of the people living there than do anything involving a tour. Sitting for hours at a café reading, chatting, or just contemplating life draws increasingly more appeal ,me. On the same token, I find I really enjoy visiting the grittier parts of town or places where real life occurs. An example of this would be my experience at the meat market today. As we were leaving the copious stalls full of any type of meat known to man, trodding over floors tacky with soaked sawdust, I saw a woman bartering for an unidentifiable piece of meat to go with her groceries. The action, however simple, helps to illustrate how even in a place seemingly trapped in time, life goes on and people are people. Everyone, no matter how separated they are by language, ethnicity, or ideology is a person and everyone operates on the same general framework of existence.
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