I guess my ideal form of travel involves a constant readiness to be floored by something and loosing myself in my surroundings. Loosing yourself sounds as dumb of a phrase as finding yourself, so lets sound it out. I believe that your surroundings define you. Objects are really just thought associations in your head, and things like house, car, grocery store, bar have strong associations with my identity, they are primal ideas that form some core of my values because they've been there shaping future emotions since I was young, started listening, watching movies, absorbing my culture. There are a zillion other objects that we have ideas of in our brains. When you see them every day they constitute a major part of living. It's what we interact with. And what we interact with is one definition of living. Certianly there are others, and there is more diversity to identity and living than that, but you take this one thing, objects, throw them all out and replace them with a whole bunch of unfamiliar ones, or familiar objects that have been altered and you are left with only that core part of your identity that takes up residence solely in your brain and you begin to form new associations and a new identity with these objects. Don't mistake this for a material-capital association. I'm not talking only about the things that you buy. You can't buy skyline and you can't but the mountains. A rock and a road are equal objects in this assessment.

So we travel with a different identity of ourselves. For most people this identity is the traveler. It is a scratch pad identity which can be picked up at the beginning of a journey, manipulated how the journey will take it, and then allowed to slowly fade away after the journey ends.