Traveling doesn’t have to mean seeing everything all the time
About a week into my stay in France, the homeowners came home for a week and encouraged me to take advantage of our location and do some traveling. How could I resist? I was in a part of the world I had never really been before, surrounded by cities I’d never seen. Why wouldn’t I pop away for a few days?
Forget that I was staying in one of the most picturesque, peaceful, pastoral settings ever, or that I had just gotten into a really great productivity routine— I had to go! I spent some time mulling over where to go. Paris? Been there. Lyon? It’s close and new. But as I looked at the map, I couldn’t help but be seduced by one international border to the east. A country I hadn’t been to besides a short layover in the Rome airport where I ate McDonald’s. Italy.
Italy was right there. A few northern Italian towns were quite in reach. I settled on Milan. Then, I noticed that the route to Milan had me switching from a bus to a train in Turin, so why not spend a few days there as well? What was originally going to be a long weekend had somehow turned into a 6-day trip.
You see, I do this. If I am going to a new place, I tend to pack it in. How many days do I have? How can I efficiently see as much as I can in that amount of time? Especially when I’m traveling by myself and I don’t have to deal with the, “Well I don’t know, what do you want to do?” back and forths, I am a machine.
This is not always a good thing. I’ll always remember when I went to Paris for four days in 2008. I slayed that city. I looked at the map, planned things out geographically, and swept through it like it was a game of Risk. By the time I hit the third day, I found myself far out in the gardens of Versailles, by Marie Antoinette’s little “hamlet,” and I realized, I had run myself into the ground. I felt weak, shaky, dehydrated. I had hit a wall, and I had a long way to travel back before I got to a solid seat, food, or water.
So, yes, I may be efficient. But, with no one to hold me back, I seek to conquer. Sometimes in the process, I also end up conquering myself.
I could tell this was starting to happen with the planning of Milan. As soon as I booked the transport and lodging, I got buyer’s remorse. I didn’t need to be gone for 6 days. Not only would I be losing out on productivity, but I would be spending a lot of money. This is silly.
So, I went to Milan. I did a LOT of walking around the city in the hot hot heat. I spent a lot of money, I wasted a lot of money (more on that in my next post). The city was beautiful. I really liked the vibe. People were friendly. I’ll talk more about the city specifically in another post, but the point is that I did Milan as I do. I used my two little feet to carry me on routes around the city where I could hit what I wanted to see. And by the end, I was exhausted and ready for a return to normalcy.
Once again, I had to remind myself that the whole purpose of this journey of mine is not to be a voracious tourist, knocking out city after city, doing ALL the activities. I am meant to be living for free, working on my stuff, and getting to experience places all around the world. Experience them like I live there, not like a tourist tornado. So, it’s okay to pass up this or that opportunity. It’s okay to not run around like a chicken with my head cut off. For the foreseeable future, this is my actual life, not a trip.
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