Young folk return from a European studies program or backpacking trip and say with satisfaction, “I had a great time. I really found myself in Europe.” (or similar). If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it 18 or 19 times.
This brings to mind several questions:
- Why are people getting lost in Europe? Perhaps they need better maps? (though, it’s been around for a few thousand years)
- Is Europe holding people hostage? Perhaps that’s where people’s real selves are, and they then find themselves while abroad.
- Is it possible to have a great time while you’re lost?