One learns a thing or two about acceptance while traveling far from home. It struck me the other day that the kind of thing I would not tolerate at home is the same sort of thing I essentially expect to happen while I’m abroad. Perhaps it is more about expectations than about acceptance, then, because it wasn’t the thing itself that made me go “hmmm” but rather my reflecting upon it later.
The thing under consideration here was my doing the laundry in Rothenburg o.d. Tauber last week. Here was the procedure: identify, on a scouting mission on the first day, the location of the suspected laundromat; on the second day: stuff my pack full of dirty laundry and the necessary soap and put it on my back (20 pounds?); hike it up the hill and through town, stopping along the way to ensure I had enough change to operate a coin machine at a potentially costly rate; find the laundry place again; realize that it is only open until 3 o’clock; turn around, head back down the hill; repeat the procedure the following day but for finding the place closed; spend the necessary $6.00 or so for a single load + drying; wait the necessary 90 or so minutes; hike it back down to the house.
It wasn’t until I was completing my second of the 70 minute round trips that I noticed I hadn’t really been bothered by the whole thing. Makes one think.