To my dear and loyal readers,
Let me just start this off by saying that quite often I remind myself of Howard Hughes, and not in a good way. By that I mean that I fixate on things, sometimes to my detriment. If I get a concept or plan or value in my head, frequently I can think of NOTHING ELSE until either I develop a new fixation or I change my mind and abandon it completely.
In retrospect, it's a wonder I only changed my major four times instead of two hundred.
Sometimes this can be a good thing, because I devote a lot of passion and energy to things (or people) I care about. However, it can be limiting if I'm fixating on one thing and so refuse to participate in another thing that might be equally beneficial or even better. Also, sometimes I fixate on something to the point where I am unfortunately and unnecessarily inflexible.
One of these subjects upon which I fixate is the fact that banana ice cream, when fresh, is the best kind of ice cream in the known universe. No one could possibly convince me otherwise.
My latest victim of fixation is photography. Specifically, my hatred of tourist photography, or rather my hatred of pictures of myself. This is the first time I have travelled abroad without a camera, and I have found that my wish to commemorate my trip in ways that are not visual has made me a much more observant and present sort of traveller. Because really, no one wants to see pictures of me in Paris or Provo. You all know what I look like. And if you wanted to see photos of Paris or Amsterdam, you could find much better ones on the internet. I feel no need to prove to anyone that I actually went to the places I went to. My descriptions of them, if I am as good a writer as some of you think I am, will prove that on their own. I like being able to enjoy and describe where I am without feeling the need to document it through a camera.
I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about this, and thus, I spent an inordinate time writing while I was in Paris.
I am in Amsterdam now. But we'll get to that in good time. There must be an order in all things.
I now present to you my first collection of travel essays, tentatively entitled Än American in Paris, which of course is meant to be ironic.
With love and excessive formality,
Elisa A. Koler
P.S. Seriously. This is a TON of writing. Don't say I didn't warn you.