Thinking on Sunday

Sleeping in. I haven't planned anything for today. I need to "chill". Overflowing with impressions.

I find searching and finding especially exhausting. Not in terms of what I want to see and experience, that's relatively easy here. But there's another kind of searching: I can no longer rely on my usual automatism. So many everyday actions that happen automatically without me even thinking about them. When traveling, every action is new and basic questions arise:

Where are the towels?

Where do I dispose of the garbage?

Where do I buy milk, bread, cheese...?

Where did I store my socks?

Where is the bus stop?

How does the metro work?