… is one that has no fixed itinerary, one that is absolutely flexible and where you wake up each morning just thinking of where to go for the morning coffee fix, and which serves a nice delicious sandwich to go with the fragrant cuppa.
Such is the kind of vacation that I enjoy, which is a pattern of holding I’ve somehow fallen into since years ago. Traveling solo makes it even more tantalizing with the lack of encumbrance in coordinating plans and schedules, detailing a checklist of things to do, places to visit, food to eat, etc.
It offers me complete latitude to decide on how I want to spend every waking minute, what to expend my calories on, how much I want to walk or sit. It doesn’t matter if I’m imbibing too much caffeine, stuffing my face with too much bread, not eating any local fare, checking out attractions.
Maybe it points to my phobia of commitment and unwillingness to plan or step beyond my comfort zone, but it is so liberating to not have to think and overthink, to just go with the flow and spend time doing only things that I want to do – walk, drink coffee and eat bread or cake, read. Rinse and repeat. It’s such bliss that it pains me to have to bid of adieu and fall back to a reality I don’t want to face. But such trips need to be sustained by a regular and decent income. Such trips need funding. And it is through those unenjoyable and mundane activities known as employment, which eats away at my soul each and every single day, that the resources can be accumulated and channeled towards this fleeting sense and experience of peace and joy.
Till the next time.