Babies create a wide and welcoming doorway into other cultures. People, by and large, just love babies. They pinch their cheeks and talk to them in excited parodies of speech. They make people lose their inhibitions and act silly, leap about or pull funny faces. Babies will fit right in on a noisy bus with chickens and elbows and shared laps and communal food.
But what about being a baby? And being a traveler?
It has occurred to me that travel is just like being a baby. Somewhere to sleep. Something to eat. Something warm or cool to wear. Stuff to look at, people to smile at and talk to. The ability to sleep in odd positions. No bills. Milestones, not deadlines. The simple things.