When you live in a resort area at the height of the season, you inevitably wonder who you really are: a vacationing tourist or a living traveler? There are differences. And that’s what they are.
A tourist is planning a vacation. He knows six months in advance on which shores he will warm his white body. For relaxation, a tourist chooses a sea or ocean coast, orders excursions from a hotel guide and plans every day of his vacation. If you ask a tourist what his plans are for tomorrow, he will answer clearly and without delay. A tourist always has a return ticket and, if lucky, medical insurance.
The traveler is a master of impromptu. Knocking him off his feet is a piece of cake. He is willing to undertake any adventures and adventures; overcoming obstacles invigorates and refreshes him. When asked “what are your plans for the next week?,” the traveler shrugs his hands in embarrassment. His route is constantly changing, and his return ticket is purchased at the last moment.
A thrifty tourist calculates his budget for entertainment/food/souvenirs for family.
A traveler manages to live on pennies for a month and spend it all in one day. He has already come to terms with the fact that planning a budget is useless, so he simply tries to set priorities correctly. A level 80 traveler is so dexterous and cunning that he manages to earn money on the way.
Tourist is resting. The traveler lives. An exhausted tourist acts on the principle: vacation to let go. He enjoys the sun with gusto and lies on the beach until he burns. Then, with no less gusto, he smears himself with sour cream mixed with panthenol. A tourist’s evening is a separate issue. A tourist’s evening at an all inclusive hotel is just a song. The next morning you won’t get away with sour cream))
The life of a traveler is essentially no different from the life of any honest citizen. He rents an apartment, pays for utilities, buys milk and fresh buns for breakfast, works, meets people, quarrels with neighbors, gets sick, falls in love, plays sports, goes to the hairdresser, sets an alarm clock in the morning – in general, he lives.
Tourism is a hobby, travel is a way of life. I realized this when I woke up one morning in Sochi, left the apartment and, wearing sweatpants at home, sneakers pulled on my bare feet, an elongated T-shirt, and a bun on my head, went to sign up for a manicure. Well, would I allow myself this, even in Turkey? I’m sure I would have had a pedicure, a manicure, and all that stuff in Moscow. And then make-up, dress, shoes, perfume – and for breakfast. After all, I’m on vacation, damn it, there’s no time to relax))
So this is what I mean by all this… I know that many people, due to various circumstances, cannot afford to travel constantly. And I have nothing against tourism. BUT! How a tourist can learn to LIVE while waiting for a vacation, and not just wait and exist?
After all, how often do we save money and feelings, hoping for a future vacation. “They gave me a ticket to other people’s lands.” Probably 80% of people live by this principle. They say, there is no time to have fun, now we’ll work and relax at the seaside. What if we don’t rest? And if there is no sea? Life passes us by every day. We don’t see this. Therefore, on vacation we have a blast, and then for another six months we remember it, planning the next “little life”.
What between vacations? Existence? Waiting? Hopes? Envy (“You’re vacationing there or traveling, one thing is good for you, but I’m bad, that’s okay, two more I’ll work for a week and go to the seas!”) ? And I know this travel melancholy, when you are locked within four walls, and somewhere the Atlantic is noisy and the people do not speak your language.
But the trick is that no one is locking anyone out. All the locks are in our heads. “All conventions are surmountable, you just have to set this goal for yourself.” It’s corny, yes, but it’s true. And if you really want something, if it’s yours, then so be it. Do it and don’t be afraid of anything. And if you’re afraid, then why don’t you need it. The life that you have now, take it with both hands, hug it tightly, absorb it with every cell. Live every day, not between vacations/meetings/calls. Travel through your life as if it were another planet. After all, there are so many interesting things around. Yes, we are all drops in this endless ocean. “But what is the ocean if not a lot of drops…”?
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