"danger". a comfortable excuse.
Part of me is re-thinking my decision to visit London and Dublin this year. I'm not sure if I feel rushed/forced by my own critical expectations, or if I just don't have enough money this year. Sure, I have enough to purchase a ticket, secure my lodging, and find sustenance. But I just don't know if I can go it alone. Flying out of the country alone is one thing. Fine. Flying out alone and staying out alone for a full fifteen days is an entirely different thing altogether. This isn't Mexico we're talking. Mexico would be a breeze. I know how to dodge conniving taxi drivers. I can place an order with ease, even requesting extra cream, or 'no onions, please'. I can haggle my way to an appropriately-priced wooden letter-opener. But they speak English in that part of Europe, and that can be a tad more difficult to navigate, conversation-wise. Deeper things can be said in one's own heart-language and, as a matter ...