Stroll and Speak | Your Guide to Mindful Travel
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I once found myself wedged between a snoring stranger and a broken armrest on a Turkish Airlines flight, questioning not just my travel choices but also the very essence of my existence. The air smelled vaguely of reheated mystery meat, and the seat pocket contained a magazine that seemed to have taken editorial inspiration from […]
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Ah, Ryanair. Just saying the name conjures memories of cramped seats and the distinct sensation of being herded like cattle. I remember my first flight with them vividly. A naive mountain girl, I was lured by the siren song of cheap fares, only to find myself wedged between a malfunctioning tray table and a particularly […]
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Every time I prep my house for vacation, I feel like I’m orchestrating a minor military operation. There’s something hilariously absurd about the lengths we go to before abandoning our homes for a week of supposed relaxation. I once spent an entire afternoon wrestling with the notion of leaving my plants in the care of […]
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I remember the first time I tried to cram a so-called “travel-friendly” tripod into my backpack. There I was, standing in my cluttered living room, wrestling with what was essentially an overpriced metal octopus. The sales pitch had promised me a lightweight, compact marvel, but what I got was a contraption that seemed to grow […]
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I once returned from a two-month stint in Southeast Asia to find a family of raccoons had taken up residence in my apartment. Turns out, my neighbor’s idea of “keeping an eye on things” translated to occasionally glancing at my front door and ignoring the wildlife circus happening inside. Lesson learned: trusting someone else with […]
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I once thought I was a budget travel pro, the kind of person who could stretch a dollar until it begged for mercy. That was until I found myself in a foreign city, staring at my dwindling bank balance with the kind of existential dread usually reserved for midlife crises. Turns out, my ‘method’ of […]
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I remember the first time I tried to create a travel budget. It was a laughable exercise in futility, akin to trying to predict the weather in my hometown—utterly unpredictable and bound to end in chaos. I had grand visions of sipping espresso in Paris and hiking the Andes, all meticulously planned down to the […]
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I used to be the kind of traveler who tried to cram the entire wardrobe into a single suitcase. You know the type—overpackers, always prepared for every possible weather condition, yet somehow never ready for the actual trip. My luggage was bursting with clothes I didn’t need, while I cursed myself for forgetting the essentials. […]
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I once found myself in the middle of a bustling city, phone dead, GPS useless, and my sense of direction as reliable as a politician’s promise. There I was, surrounded by street vendors and neon lights, feeling like the protagonist in a bad comedy. That’s when I realized my so-called “reliable” power bank was a […]
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I once found myself hobbling through the cobblestone streets of Prague, each step a wretched reminder of my ill-advised footwear choice. My feet were wrapped in what I can only describe as medieval torture devices masquerading as travel shoes. The promise of comfort had been as hollow as a politician’s campaign speech. It was then […]
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