The very first time I visited the British Museum, it was being over run with students on a multitude of class field trips. At first I thought, "oh no...I heard about these kinds of days...." But because it was the first trip, I had to go anyway, after all what kind of traveler would I be if I let that type thing stop me..
Boy was I lucky....The museum was undergoing a major reconstruction period in 1999, and things were a little confused, but still beautiful.
The things I thought would make the visit uncomfortable, were the exact things that made it wonderful. The kids all over the museum, brought forth all of the wonder, all of the awe these children were experiencing for the first time as well...I got to see the Museum and through the experience, the World, through the eyes of kids and parents that were willing to take the time to explain the wonders of the world...I looked at all of the wonderous things there as one of the citizens of the world.
I remember a group of kids looking at the mummies with their teacher and one child asked her teacher while looking at an adult and child mummies grouped together in a case,
" Is that, that babies Mother? did they die together? how did they die?" I realized these types of experiences in a child's life, shape who they are and what they might become. I felt honored that I could see that part of life, as it happened.
It was an experience I will cherish forever. Take those days of travel filled with kids, as a wonderous trip back into the times of wonder. You can go back, and with the knowledge of what it really all might mean.
Living as a local can be an enlightening series of events that make your journals come to life.