Ten years ago – five even – I could arrive at a new destination, drop my bag off somewhere and hit the ground running.
These days … not so much!
I’ve found that I don’t want to dash around all over the place straight away. Journeys take it out of me in a way they didn’t before. But that’s not entirely a bad thing.
Sure, I need to put a bit more time into thinking about what I’d like to do before I get there, and now I plan my days in a more logical manner to avoid backtracking – but that means that I can spend more time experiencing places rather than their transportation systems!
I’m still happiest wandering around new destinations, and if my feet get tired, that’s just another opportunity to find a cafe, try the local specialities and do a spot of people-watching.
And it’s often less wearing to break a long journey up – but if I plan where to stop that gives me a bonus mini-trip!
I think I’m ready to embrace slow travel, taking my time with both the journey and the destination.
If an unexpected opportunity to make a quick dash somewhere exciting does come up, I’m not going to be able to resist. But all in all, I think I’m happy mainly staying in the slow lane.
I might see less, but not rushing gives me the chance to notice the details rather than just the big picture. And to smell the roses.