"I suppose I have a couple," Theodore said after considering this question for a long moment, sipping his coffee. "Writing is one. Sometimes, if I just want to clear my head I'll hop in the car and drive up the coast for a couple hours. I suppose I've been fortunate in my life that if I need to get away from it all for a few hours or a few days, I can afford to."
"I just need the Indiana Jones hat to complete the look?" Travel had lost its spark, after the accident, the allure of going around the world and investigating ruins just fled. It had always been what Jamie wanted, and Theodore had fallen in love with the idea as much as he had the man. But when one was gone, so went the other. "They told me I should wear something like that - the whole...adventurer look for the author photos." He laughed at the absurdity. "I politely declined."
"I think what we used to do, well, so-called 'regular' travel doesn't afford the same opportunities. You can't be aloof from the locals, from their culture, history, religion, because you are literally digging into all of that. But I think you can still visit a place and enjoy the 'real' place. Not saying there's a right way or wrong way to vacation, mind." He hummed briefly, thinking. "I suppose it's a lot like what I'm doing here in Repose. Going into town, visiting the shops, being here with you right now. I could just stay in my cottage and write and boat and swim all day, but I could've just done that from home and sucked it up when it came to the commute."