It is always a pleasure to arrive in a completely foreign city at night, and then wake up disoriented and full of wonder the next morning -- to wake up and have no idea what lies outside your room -- could be anything -- strange sounds and distantly familiar sunshine beckon as you hurry through coffee and croissants to dress and rush outside to discover a new world.
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The best feeling is to wake up with amnesia about where and when you began sleeping. Causes me to not peek out until I am ready to face the world, whatever it may be out there.
Get a breathing hole.
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