You must be thinking how? But really, what if we did live in the way we travel? During my time away I realized that I began to let go of many things just because I was traveling. And as I thought about it more, the things that I loosened my grip on while traveling could easily be loosened and applied to my daily life.
I noticed and slowed down. Galway is one of my favorite places that I’ve visited. After I wrapped up an amazing day walking along the shoreline, eating great food and hearing wonderful music, I began to see things differently. I realized I was engulfed by everything around me. I felt…I mean actually felt the amazing feeling of the rain on me during my walk. I appreciated the warmth of the sun on my skin when it came out. I noticed the way the light came in through my window each morning. Everything that I came across was beautiful and important.
I don’t remember the last time I spent hours at a café people watching, without being there for another reason. Too often we skip these moments while we’re at home because there’s always something more important that can be accomplished instead of wasting precious hours at cafes. Travel and vacations help us realize that we aren’t ground breakingly essential to our workplace as we may think we are. They’re getting by and doing just fine without us. Noticing things more deeply resulted in me slowing down, which allowed me to reflect. I began to notice what needs more attention in my life.
Living with Less. You may have read my blog post about my packing episode. Filling a bag with just 23 kgs, for 6 weeks seemed like I was being punished for bad behavior. Nonetheless as I moved from place to place I became an expert at packing my bag (including the things I accumulated along the way) and planning my outfits with what I had. In previous trips I had the luxury of packing matching jewelry for each outfit, this time I took none. I even lost my travel adapter at one point, which resulted in me not being able to charge my tablet or straighten my hair for two weeks….I’m still alive.
It felt great being responsible for less stuff and I was never worried about things being taken from my room. How would it feel to live at home with the same amount of stuff we pack when we travel?
Talking to those Unknown. There are some people who can to talk anyone. It’s a quality that I admire in many. The ability to strike up a conversation with someone I knew nothing about – it’s just not a quality I thought I had. I soon discovered that talking to strangers was bubbling inside me, waiting to come out. I remember feeling nervous as I handed someone my email address, or invited someone to hang out for the day. But reaching out to strangers led to great conversations over dinner, someone to share a unique experience with and friendships that I hope to maintain, with some pretty inspirational people.
Why was this kind of risk easier at a train station in Europe than at a local store or coffee shop at home?
Reserving Judgment. When we travel many of us don’t expect that every detail we plan will happen flawlessly. Delays occur, wrong directions are taken, and if you’re anything like me sometimes you’ll get on the wrong train. When I left, I didn’t expect that everyone would speak English. I didn’t expect to know and understand certain cultural norms. I wasn’t at home after all.
In Prague I was having lunch with a group I had just met on a walking tour and it just so happened that all of us were taking the same excursion following it. We decided to have lunch together in the hour we had. We asked the server if we had enough time and reiterated we needed to be in and out in thirty minutes. Totally achievable we thought! Our meals arrived one at a time, as they were ready. The last person’s meal arriving 30 minutes after the first person finished – but nobody complained. We figured out arrangements with the tour we had to take in order to meet them later. Clearly this restaurant was not equipped to handle the lunchtime rush, but they did their best and we accepted the speed at which our meals could be served.
This made me realize that we can’t assume that everyone thinks like us or wants the same outcome. What if they were short staffed that day or maybe this restaurant typically doesn’t get a lunch hour rush. My travels remind me not to judge a situation without thinking about that Chef swamped in the kitchen that day.
With these lessons learnt, what I’d really hope is to live each day more like I do when I travel. Loosening those reigns – to notice things, to slow down, to speak to strangers and to judge less often.
What are some life lessons you’ve learnt on your travels?
Happy Travels!