“The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.” – Nietzsche
I don’t always remember things.
In 2014, I took my first trip to a new continent- a month long, five city, partially with friends, partially solo, European tour. We spent every day eating and exploring, and I loved it! Fast forward to 2016 and a different friend asked me, “what’s good in Barcelona?” UHHHHHHHH. I went to Barcelona?! According my passport, yes, but I totally forgot most of the things I did there!
“Hmmmm… Don’t stay in whatever hostel we stayed at because some guy puked on my friend. Wait, he ended up being super nice so never mind, maybe it’s worth it. Actually, I don’t even remember the name of the hostel or where it is, so it doesn’t even matter.”
How could I have saved and slaved so much for this trip, had so much fun, yet not remember enough of it to give one measly recommendation?! I was in Barcelona for like five days! To an extent, I blame the endless and affordable sangria. But, it may also be due to the fact that I don’t remember things that well- unless they’re photographed or written down.
Now I love traveling. Though I’m not a full time traveler, I’m on a plane at least once a month, even though I’m broke, because I love understanding different cultures, meeting new people, learning new bits of languages, food, being outdoors, getting lost, wandering, etc, etc *buzzwords*. I’ve been to 17 different countries and more than triple that number of cities. I’m pretty sucky at photography and a mediocre writer, but I still want to remember all these crazy trips I’ve been on. And so, this blog was born!