There are a few routines that I adopt when I am travelling that truly made the world of difference. Amongst them are always having a big breakfast, never saying that I will go back to somewhere (because how many times do you say that and never go back?) and writing a detailed daily travel diary.
You don’t realise how much you forget until you look back over your diary. Sure, it can take a little while at the end of an exhausting day, but I am so glad that I did it. One of mum’s best friend has travelled extensively and kept a diary along her journey. I absolutely loved receiving messages with her advice about what I should do in the cities that I was visiting after she went through her diary and reminded herself of her incredible experiences.
Until travelling (and now blogging) I have never been one to keep any sort of diary. I love writing, but I have never prioritised writing over and above that which I have needed to do in my studies. Now that I am not studying, it is a joy to be able to just write for writing’s sake.
Every so often I will open up my travel, which I actually kept on my iPad and be once again right in the centre of Paris with no luggage, no French and no idea of where to go. I can go back to Aldi Süd in Germany exclaiming a little too loudly my excitement that it is so similar to back home. I will be right back to Salzburg singing “I am 16, Going on 17!” in front of THE gazebo (that’s right, I went there).
How could I resist?