In fact, the naturalness of departure did not strike me.

I went out on the little porch and gazed upon the bright, fresh morning landscape, and as I did so I asked myself why I should mount my bicycle and wheel away over hot and dusty roads, leaving all this cool, delicious beauty behind me.
What could I find more enjoyable than this?
Why should I not spend a few days at this inn, reading, studying, fishing?
Here I wondered why that man told me such a lie about the fishing.

If I wanted to exercise on my wheel I felt sure there were pretty roads hereabout.

I had plenty of time before me--my whole vacation.

Why should I be consumed by this restless desire to get on?
I could not help smiling as I thought of my somewhat absurd fancies of the night before; but they were pleasant fancies, and I did not wonder that they had come to me.