I have talked a little in the past about travel fatigue – a real ailment that afflicts most full-time travelers, but I’ve never mentioned travel amnesia. Yes, it’s a thing. Not a day goes by where one of us doesn’t have a total brain meltdown and say “Where the hell was that?”
Let me give you an example. Walking around Malaga Spain my husband says “this reminds me of that place where there were all those sailboats.”
Me “We’ve been lots of places with sailboats”.
Him “You know it was real busy and there was a soccer match and we waited forever for the Uber because there was so much traffic”.
Me “Oh and we had that terrible meal at that restaurant. That was Sydney”.
Him “Was it? I don’t think so. Where the hell was that?”
Me “I’m sure it was Sydney and we went to that new art museum in the industrial area.”
Him “That doesn’t seem quite right but I guess it was”.
We go round and round like this daily. Sometimes more than once a day. Travel amnesia. Sometimes we pull out my phone to look up a photo to remember where we were.
Sometimes this “where the hell was that” moment creates a disagreement, but usually it resolves itself quickly, when one or both of us remember a detail that jogs the other’s memory.
But sometimes it doesn’t. Going back to the conversation above, the next morning I was waking up from a good night’s sleep when my travel amnesia floodgates opened. I turned my head to see if Arne’s eye were open. They were so I said –
It took him only a split second.
“That’s it. I knew Sydney didn’t seem quite right.” We laughed about it the rest of the day.
Problem solved. Until travel amnesia rears it’s ugly head once again.
It’s actually become a game for us. Part “too much travel” and part “I’m getting old” – keeping the internal database clicking along without any glitches is a challenge. Thank goodness we have each other, it’s the only way to solve our daily travel amnesia question “where the hell was that?”.
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