To keep myself from getting lost in my search for the big, life-affirming travel moments, all I have to do is remember that some of my favorite past travel moments were the little ones.
The BYOB movie theater my friends and I would go to after class in Bath.
Winding around the West Virginia highway with my boyfriend behind the wheel and ’90s R&B on an offline playlist.
The kids watching that giant bubble street performer in Prague’s Old Town Square.
Walking down the street in Aix-en-Provence eating a two-euro tomato and mozzarella sandwich.
Being stuck on the bank of the River Cherwell because my flatmates couldn’t quite get the hang of punting.
Getting caught by a crazy sudden hail storm in Berlin on our way to see Checkpoint Charlie.
Having a friend cancel dinner plans at the last minute and winding up enjoying a stellar solo meal instead – pad thai at Ngam near Union Square in NYC
Learning how to cross the street in Rome
Wasting an entire afternoon at Budapest’s Szechenyi Baths learning the lyrics to Brazilian pop music
If these tiny things became moments that I took away from my past travels, why would my future travels be any different? Staying in the present and paying attention to the little moments isn’t something I’m worried about.