The Art Of Travel By Alain De Bordon

Travel was to go to new places for me. I travelled almost ten countries, and I was excited when I arrived in a new country. However, in the book The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton, author introduced that a traveler and writer Xavier de Maistre did travel in his bedroom, and he wrote a book Journey around My Bedroom to narrate his experience. I had never thought that travel can happen in the bedroom. I decided to wear my favorite pyjamas and travel in my dormitory just like de Maistre did in his bedroom. That was a Monday’s evening. I was back dorm after seven hours classes. My roommates reviewed in the library for their mid-term exam. I was pretty tired, so I wanted to relax. Suddenly, I recalled that I had decided to travel in my dorm …show more content…
They were made of plastic. All of them were same. Main bodies’ color was milk-white and transparent drawers. Every size was 45cm*45cm*21cm, and I stacked up them just like how they were posted here. In other words, when I first saw them, they were over one meter. I remembered that I asked the express company to send in the gate of college’s dormitory field. I thought I could carry them to my dorm; however, I knew I was wrong when I meet them. I leaned on them with losing my head. I had to take up my phone, finding someone who can help me. I called one of my friend, but I did not know whether she could help me or not. It is a Saturday evening, and she should leisurely overlie her bed, watching films. I absolutely did not think of is that she said: “I will come as soon as possible!” At that moment, I almost cried seeing the over one meter carton. She and I carried the huge carton, accepting the openmouthed expression in others eyes, to my dorm. The five containing boxes experienced a rough trip standing beside my …show more content…
There were all books that my courses needed. They side up. My index finger stroked every book’s name. I stopped on the book Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin. That was the second semester of year two. A course named Survey of British Literature which was taught by the department head. When all classmates saw the syllabus, I was happy, because I had seven weeks to read only one book Pride and Prejudice without any other articles. I thought I have enough time to comprehend and learn it. However, as time went to the fifth week, when I listened the book’s name again from the department head’s mouth, the sound made my ears from cocoon son. I thought that I would not want to hear this name any more at that time. Whale, I did miss the words “pride and prejudice” from the department head’s mouth. I closed the