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Traveling can be exhausting; never feel guilty for taking breaks.
Traveling is exhausting.
I write this at 1030, and I am still lying in bed. I did have breakfast, as it is included in my room, but that is about it.
The past three weeks have been go go go, and I am not a very go go go person. I travel full-time or at least live abroad, still determining exactly what, and many people I meet on the road have a deadline. They have things to see and people to meet.
I have been there and done that; the only thing I want to see for some days is nothing. So I have to put myself into check a lot of the time, being ok with going to a place and seeing absolutely nothing, which I have done multiple times since travel has become a competition.
I am at a super cute hotel outside of Villa De Leyva, and there is no wifi. I have a hotspot, but it only works for simple tasks; what app and hopefully upload this post.
It works on sites that only need a little. It sounds like my life; I function on simple tasks that do not require much, and if I meet too much resistance or stress, I choose another.
When I was younger, I pushed, and when I wanted something, I push, but traveling and living on the road is not supposed to be a stressful life. It can be stressful when others tell…
