I am that traveller.
The one who is late for trains. The one who gets hopelessly lost. The one who gazes endlessly, open mouthed, into the historic wonders of Europe. Cathedral ceilings; check. Famous works of art; check. Pubs, bars, food – check check check.
The one who wears a dress over her jeans to save space in her carry on.
The one who comes home full of stories about the time I got drunk and tried to kiss that guy in France through his open car window…
The one that will always wander the earth, and will find home everywhere.