"I'm kind of done with this place, so I'm either moving north to Lisbon or I'm heading to Sevilla, before it gets too hot there. I kind of want to check out an unknown big city again."
"Well, you really can't go wrong either way." my sister replied.
"Yeah, well you know me, that's why I can't decide on it."
So I left Portugal for a change of scenery, having decided on visiting Sevilla and the Andalusian region instead.
The lack of big city life in the last months had me feeling excited to visit an unknown metropolis again. But after 2 days of blister-inducing exploration and failing to avoid the tourist herds, I realized that I'd quickly grown tired of big city life again. A false sense of urbanic nostalgia prompted me to explore, but somewhere during those 25,000 steps on the medieval cobblestones of Sevilla it dawned on me that this trip isn't about visiting the big cities, unless you need to.
Road trips are all about the spots in-between, the mesh between the metropoli, the places devoid of Burger Kings and Starbucks. The natural parks, the remote beaches, the small towns, the country roads ..you get the idea.
So onwards I went. Navigating the inner-city traffic, I drove out of Sevilla and furthered inlands. Away from the cities, away from the tourists, and away from the large RVs.
Moving further and further away from the busyness of the cities, the pace of life slows down to a trickle. I often catch myself mulling of where I'd like to live, if and when I'll grow old and settle down somewhere. Cities are busy, noisy and smelly, but also full of interesting people, modern conveniences, art and inspiration.
In comparison, the countryside and nature are calm and restorative, healthy for the mind and the soul, but I know I'll soon grow bored if I spend too much time there, at least if I'm traveling solo.
I haven't figured it out yet. But then again, there's no rush since I haven't driven the wheels of this van just yet ...although I've gotten close to it at times.