The Fog of Travel

It's strange being in a foreign place, especially alone. Between jet lag and not understanding the language, I've been walking around in a bubble. I just ignore what everyone around me is saying because even if they were talking to me, I'd have no idea. 

The fog of travel envelops you. If it was a movie, you'd be shot in real time and everyone else would be sped up.

But today was better. Today I sat in a park and sketched. And ate chocolate.