An American in Paris.

Everybody tells me, my English 'is so good'.  N so it is indeed. Thanks to having such an ability, diverse pleasurties in life became possible for me. One of which is travelling,. If having an opportunity, resources and the right invitation one is able to peregrinate, why fear? There is the undenied feeling of excitement before the event. Organisation and preparation being among the favourite parts. Nevertheless, when the days arrives, when the person reaches the destination, a certain dash of uncertainty, fear sneak in and do not leave till some time elapses instead of wearing off immediately giving way to sole experience of the fresh n unknown?