I Didn’t Travel 7,500 Miles to Read a Book or Write a Blog

I had all of the intention to write during my trip. I really did. I was going to take pictures of everything and update my followers/friends with every high and low moment I experienced. I brought my tablet and filled it with books I was going to finish. I was going to find a secluded hammock on a beach and do the whole cliche’ read-on-the-beach-and-fall-asleep-in-the-sand sort of thing. I would then update all the people in my life of what I ate, where I slept, who I saw, yadiyadiya.

For the first couple of days, I was pretty good at staying connected. I wrote my 2 blogs, checked in on Facebook, shared photos on Instagram, and all was well. All was well, until the touchscreen on my phone broke.

Suddenly, I found myself with just a phone. A phone I couldn’t use to call anyone because I didn’t set up an international plan. A phone I couldn’t access my games on. A phone I couldn’t even Google with. Fortunately, there was one undamaged spot on my phone where the touchscreen did work and I was still able to take pictures, but that was it. I essentially had a $600 camera (not even a very good one at that). I was devastated. I thought this blog would die. I thought I wouldn’t be able to capture the special moments of my trip. I wondered how people would know how great of a trip I’m having.

It seems silly now that I am writing all of this down, but these were true feelings I experienced when I realized my phone would be out of commission during my trip. After moping for a day, I stashed my phone away and went about my holiday. It was then that I found myself with more time. I lost track of the days, hours, and minutes. I got lost more frequently and had a blast discovering where I would end up next. Instead of using TripAdvisor to find my next destination, I asked around and discovered the most amazing restaurants, beaches, and sights. I spoke to people instead of mindlessly browsing through Facebook.

Often times, we lose the moment by trying to capture it.

Losing my phone was a blessing in disguise. Instead of trying to memorialize every moment, I experienced it. It was the best thing that could happen to me on this trip.

So, while I was not able to blog during my trip or finish reading The Three Musketeers, I did what I sought to. I experienced life. Of course I still want to share what I experienced, those blogs will come as I get to them. For now, I’m just going to let the memories settle in while I make my transition back home.