Travel, at least for me, seems unlikely for a very long while. But I’ve found a much less expensive way to go around the world.
Foreign-language television.
I’ve darted from Korea to Denmark and back, with my eye to France as I wait for the next season of Candice Renoir on Acorn. And meanwhile, I’ve lost myself in the rhythm of lives far away.
When you have a show with subtitles, unless you’re fluent, you have to pay attention. Some countries make it easier than others, with the pace of conversation slower, the words more measured.
But once you’ve settled into the idea of watching something from somewhere else, you can find yourself transported to tiny corners of countries you wouldn’t see even if you took an actual trip.
One of the things I love about watching foreign language is absorbing tiny bits of culture, observing the interactions you’d never have as a foreigner. Seeing the interiors, knowing they’re supposed to convey specifics about the characters.
Checking out the clothes.
And the shows know what they’re doing, they offer long, lingering looks at stunning landscapes, sweeping views of glittering cities.
All from your couch at the price of a streaming service. No TSA required.
That’s it for me this week, have a fantastic Friday and a lovely weekend. Anywhere in the world is as close as your remote.
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