Traveling is kind of like being in love. Except instead of being intimatewith another person, you become intimate with a place. Those moments of pleasurewhen the sun hits your face and you look out onto a foreign countryside, orarrive at a new train depot in a bustle of taxis and hawkers—those are themoments you, or at least I, remember, and live for, again and again.
旅行从某种意义来讲就像是在谈恋爱，就像是在和恋人亲密热恋一样，只不过是你和一个地方变亲密。当阳光普照在你的脸庞上时，在你看到窗外异国乡村风情时，当你在熙来攘往的.人群车流中或打的或坐拉脚车去一个新车站时，这些都是快乐时光，至少那个时刻的你，给自己留下了记忆，而且这些快乐的记忆又是如此鲜活。
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