Surprise! It may not be summer anymore, however, I figured I would post this tutorial in the spirit of Halloween. I picked up these knarly pineapple decorations from a thrift store. They’re made of a rubbery material and are more suited for home decor, but I couldn’t help myself. Initially I was going to have a two-pineapple headband, almost like wearing cat-ears or puff balls. However, it was too overwhelming, even for me, so I decided to make two separate headbands.
Hello wonderful readers! Yes, it may be at least three weeks since I returned from my trip to Costa Rica…but forgive my absence, and I’ll spare you the excuses. It’s time for one of many travel diaries and Costa-Rica related content.
If you are not aware, La Fortuna waterfall is a popular tourist attraction where visitors can visit the incredible 75 foot cataract and swim in its chilly river. We (myself, and my boyfriend) had not planned on visiting the waterfall, but we had a free day and our shuttle pass (more on that in a later post) would provide us with transportation to the site. There was only one tiny detail that we were unsure about; we had no idea whether or not our belonging would be safe while we swam. As a result, we made the bone-headed decision to not bring our cellphones, cameras, or our wallets. Instead, we brought our pre-installed cameras (or…eyes…whatever the kids are calling them) and enough cash to enter the park.
Before you stop reading – are you still reading? Good. I took the opportunity to disconnect myself from my phone. While traveling, I find it incredibly easy to constantly be holding my phone or camera in front of my face. However, it is better to try and live in the experience rather than record the experience. I thought I’d be doing myself a favor. I was completely wrong.
I don’t think when people suggest forgoing photos and “living in the moment” they think about how the human mind works. Frankly, it’s easier for me to remember an experience when I’m looking at photos of said experience, rather than trying to pull the thoughts out of my brain. When I’m ninety, am I going to remember the waterfall more or less than everything else that I experienced? Probably not. What I will do is sit around in my levitating wheelchair and reflect on photos of my youth. All I’m going to remember about that damn waterfall is that I didn’t take any photos!
What can be done about the ever-existing struggle between taking photos/videos, and living in the moment? It’s not impossible to find a balance. I’d say the best advice I could give you is to live through an experience first, and then take photos when you’re done. How many times have you been with a group of people and the second something occurs, everyone whips out their phone? Maybe take some time to see with your eyes, and then pull the camera. If you’re in a certain location, maybe set aside a specific amount of time to take photos. But don’t forget to take photos! Especially photos of you in the location. I can google La Fortuna Waterfall and see what the cataract looks like, but I can’t go back and take photos of myself there. I have many regrets.
So in short, I went to La Fortuna Waterfall and all I got was this postcard…
In the spirit of my upcoming travels, I decided to reflect upon some past experiences I’ve had abroad. The first thing that came to mind was the one day I spent in London. I’m not going to lie, it was probably my least favorite day in England.
First of all, my uncle had come down with a migraine the day before. Therefore, my aunt stayed with him the next day. Ok, no big deal, except I had to go into London with my uncle’s friend’s family, who I didn’t know well (They’re great people, by the way). I only had met one of them previous to the trip. To make things a little more awkward, I planned to visit the National Art Gallery. Try going to an art museum with people who aren’t as into art. It’s not exactly fun. For the record, the National Art Gallery is amazing! It’s admission free (well, if you’re British) but I didn’t pay any admission, just a donation (and there was nobody to collect said donation either.)
Second, and most prominently, London is a cluster-fuck of people. I’ve been to Los Angeles, New York, Montreal, Philadelphia, etc, etc, but London is another beast all together. According to Google, more people live in New York, but for some reason, London was absolutely overwhelming. There was too much for me to look at! If you get overwhelmed easily, absolutely do not go to Camden Town. And don’t even think about getting on the London Eye. I wasn’t planning on it, but looking at the line made my head hurt!
Thirdly, if traveling to England during the summer, it’s important to note that London is much warmer than other areas. I swear, it was four degrees warmer in London than it was in the countryside where I was staying. What really killed me was not the heat, because relative to where I live it was much cooler. No, it was an awkward temperature in which I kept taking off my jacket and putting it back on. I would overheat with it on, but feel chilly with it off. The last thing I want to do in a foreign country is constantly fuss with my outfit.
This post is not designed to deter anyone from visiting London – nor it is designed to simply whine and complain. Oh poor me, slightly uncomfortable while getting to travel. It’s just that I didn’t fall in love with the city the way I had expected. When I would hear “London” I had notions about what it would be like to visit. This trip shifted those expectations, which is common in the world of travel. Experiences are designed to teach.
P.S. I’ll be writing a more positive post talking about what I did in London in the near future.
P.P.S. If I don’t respond to your comment, I may not be in the country. Adios!
I envy people who can see a clear path to their career goals. They know what they want to do, what they need to major in, and what types of jobs and internships they need to obtain. However, my selected career – sorry, dream, doesn’t have such defined limits. Often I find myself hopelessly lost in college, highly unsure if my major will pay off or if it’s simply a giant waste of time.
However, today I’ve finally put together a plan. After getting a 78% on an exam (and crying for an hour, because it’s the lowest grade I’ve ever gotten on any college exam…ever), I decided I needed to re-prioritize for my health and sanity. Cut to a day later, during a couples massage for my two year anniversary: I am finally relaxed enough to start thinking more clearly. What do I really want?
I think the obvious answer is: I don’t want to work in an office! I want to either be self-employed and/or work from home. I’d be willing to settle on going into an office once a week or once a month. It’s 2018 and I’m going into a business-tech field. I should be able to pull that off. There’s also my absolute dream of becoming a successful novelist. Working from home would be a huge advantage if I want to write on the side.
It’s amazing, I was lost for months years, trying to find my plan. And yet, it all came together within twenty-four hours. I think I was meant to have a breakdown yesterday, because I got right back up and put everything back together in a new way. It’s like art. I can paint and paint on a canvas but sometimes covering it all up and starting over produces a better result. Of course the layers are still there underneath, and they may peak through, but that’s part of it’s character.
In conclusion, I’ve learned nothing because my teacher emailed the class today saying she is allowing us to retake one of our exams! Hurrah!
Anyway, can you guess what my next post is about? There’s a hint in the post.