eating cheese. You can read about previous travel adventures here.
By the time you read this, I will have officially turned from 32 years old to 33. Really, one of the reasons I planned this trip was that I wanted to be in strange city on my birthday.
Birthdays are funny things, aren’t they? Some of people hate them, some people ignore them, some people want Fusses Of Epic Proportions Made. The options seem to be:
1) Throw a party for yourself (occasionally permissible, but awkward if you do this year after year)
2) Devotedly hope that someone throws you a party (and I generally try to avoid putting my happiness in the hands of others)
4) Use your birthday as an excuse to do something awesome/weird/expensive/unusual
And I, obviously, opted for the latter.
Because here’s the thing about traveling on your birthday:
even if you don’t do anything amazing
even if you don’t stay out till 3:00, dancing on tables
even if your friends and family are in a different time zone
It doesn’t matter. You’re in Stockholm/Paris/NYC/Austin! That’s enough. You’re having a noteworthy adventure of your own making.
Of course, I don’t travel for every birthday – and it’s certainly not for everyone. But I, for one, will enjoy this birthday present of new friends, strange food, and an unknown city.
Followed by lots of telephones calls at midnight.
Have you ever celebrated a birthday away from home? How did you feel about it? How do you plan to celebrate your next birthday?