During my trip in Paris, I had an unhealthy obsession with escape signs. I didn’t really know why I felt compelled to take photos of every exit sign I see and to seek escape signs where I can’t see them.
In the description of a Facebook photo album titled Escape in France (related photos here), I wrote:
I discovered that I’m actually very fascinated with escape signs. In a novel, this would have deep meaning but in real life, it means I’m weird.
These few weeks I had been feverish with the wish to travel. Then one day, I realized recently at work (my mind wanders) that for me, travelling means to escape, to be free.
But to escape from what?
Is it to be away from the usual scenery and to be in an unfamiliar place? Is it to be away from the local food and to taste something different? Is it to smell a different air?
That, I’m to afraid to answer.
This post is part of BootsnAll’s 30 Days of Indie Travel project. Day 29: ONE WORD
What does travel mean to you in one word?
The rest of my posts for the project can be found here.