Blue is not the state of mind or this post.
This photograph is from my first solo-trip. I couldn’t have picked a better destination than #frenchriviera
I’m often asked why do I choose to travel alone and my response always is that I travel by myself, not alone. Alone sounds too lonely, too depressing, and travel can never be depressing 😊
I have penned some of my thoughts on why I love travelling by myself and what it taught me:
1. It gets difficult getting your friends to match your dates or the places you want to visit. (Secretly I hope that does not happen in future. I am not sure if I want them around on my holidays). I’m kinda selfish that way 😬
2. It’s so important to have a right travelling partner, someone who shares your ‘no-itinerary-needed’ thought. 👫👭👬
3. You end up making friends during your travels. I definitely have. I’m happy to tell you that I’m in touch with all of them.
4. You get so much better at your research on places and countries. Don’t be surprised if you’ve been to a place which even locals haven’t heard about. Happens with me every time.
5. It’s made me more careful with my decisions. It’s made me more aware of my surroundings, people, who and what I should watch out for and who is worth a conversation and what is worth my attention. I think the word is ‘street smart’.
6. I keep telling everyone, don’t do anything foolish. You wouldn’t walk down a dark or dimly lit street at 1 am in your hometown, so don’t try that in a new place.
7. I’m better at managing my finances. I save to travel 😊 and I don’t spend unnecessarily during my travels (I travel on a shoe string budget 😂) #luxury is not me, not yet 😬
8. Made me more responsible. I have only me to blame if something goes wrong (not counting ‘act of god’)
9. I’ve learnt the art of travelling light. I can get better, I think.
10. It makes you a better human being. I truly think it does. Don’t ask me how, but it does.
I’m not the type to get tide down
Anyone else feel like summer is flying by? Just wish it could be beach weather forever so I could rock my sun dresses, eat my snow cones and go on outdoor adventures all the time. I’ve been so busy this summer it’s actually been great for my mental health. Still, I want to try my best and make time for a trip recap on my blog. I hope all of your summers have been eventful with fun memories and lots of good food haha.
Weeee nervios máximos!!! Mañana comienza la aventura por Tierras Escocesas!!!💃🏽🎉
No me lo creo, y es que no podemos tener más ganas!!!
Mañana me reencontraré con Sergio @persiguiendo_el_viento y conoceré por fin a nuestros compañeros de aventura!! Yujuuuu.
Hoy último día de darlo todo en @sonoramaribera !!! Está siendo (como siempre) una pasada!!! 💃🏽💃🏽
Muchos me habéis escrito que este año no habéis podido venir, pero conocéis el festival!!! Así que el que viene os espero x aquí.. 👏🏻👏🏻😉
Nos vemos en Escocia chicxs!!
📍Cliffs de Moher. Irlanda.
My favourite "meditation" pic ... In Indian philosophy, often the mind is compared to a lake on which our thoughts, emotions and sensations are reflected. Ideally, the mind itself stays calm while observing the passing of all this constant chatter in perfect stillness.
I have to admit that my meditation practice is often thorny, me feeling itchy, impatient, trying to sit without moving while forcefully keeping the wish to move that aching leg or shift that back at bay.
Still, when I think back how I started finding five minutes unbearable, often finishing before these were over because time felt endless, I realize how much I start to enjoy and miss meditation when I don't make time for it.
Still, after about 20 minutes, the physical sensations usually grow too strong not to stretch, move or scratch myself, but now I do so with consciousness and don't give myself a hard time. I let go. I let go of the expectations and in some very rare occasions - but these are so entirely blissful - I'm feeling like this lake.
I don't want to imply meditation is the key or solution to everything, I still crave this fifth glass of wine even though I should have said "enough" after two, I still smoke when stressed (and also when not, most of the time), I still love to dig in this huge pot of spaghetti with real parmigiano instead of a vegan Buddha bowl and I still fret about past stuff which went so wrong, but can't be changed anymore. But I'm giving myself less of a hard time because of it, respecting my own limitations and just accepting them.
I really feel this is quite a lifechanger, and I'm excited to see if this feeling will be constant, or if it's just a fleeting one ...