I’ll admit it… I can be a jaded traveler. While everyone is oo-ing and ah-ing at some big sight or monument, I am sometimes the one standing in the back comparing it to something I saw before, that in my mind was better.
I don’t think jadedness is always a bad thing. I wouldn’t trade the great beauty I’ve seen or the life changing travel experiences I’ve had for a lack of it. And it’s been through my motley up and down experiences that I’ve been able to find a remedy for jadedness and reserves of creativity in reveling in the subtle, simple aspects of destinations.
But still, I love it when jadedness doesn’t even factor in to my travels; when I feel childlike, or in awe of a place, or like I don’t know what I am doing. If Mexico City’s surprising warmth and charm began to melt away some of my travel jadedness, Cuba took an ice pick and hacked away at it.
Jadedness can sometimes be the result of a life that is being attempted to be fully lived, and I can see the positive side to that, but I know there are downsides. Jadedness can prematurely make you think you know when in reality, you’ve only just begun to peek into the vast unknown. So eventually you go to a place that breaks your ideas into little pieces and when you try to put them back together, some pieces are missing and the rest just don’t fit like they used to. Welcome to Cuba.