Travel Diary | I went to La Fortuna waterfall and all I got was this postcard…

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.

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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…

-Knurly 

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Plane Ticket/ Bank Account Issues

Sunday, April 8th: The Panic & Frustration

I’ve mentioned several times on this blog that I want to gain more travel experience. Saturday (yesterday) I was given a huge dose of experience. My card was declined, not once, but twice. Then I couldn’t get into my online banking. I called the telephone teller and sure enough, my account is locked. Also, when I saw I called the teller, I mean that I entered my account number for the robot on the other end to tell me my account is locked. Thanks for nothing, by the way.

Anyway, my bank is closed on Sundays (of course), so I have to wait until Monday. That’s a whole day  – I know, so terrible first world problems – of me refusing to let myself panic, wondering if my bank account is compromised or something. I know that is was probably tripped by me buying my plane tickets and my AirBnB rooms. However, I am  terrified.

Monday, April 9th: The Resolution

They didn’t tell me why my account was frozen. However, they gave me a new card and gave me access to my online banking. Phew – nightmare over. I’m kind of glad I was issued a new card, because now I don’t have to worry about any previous attempted purchases going through.

The Lesson 

What has this taught me, you ask? First , I need a credit card. Using my bank card for everything could leave me without a means of purchase when I go on vacation. It’ll be nice to have a backup. I know that it’s important to call your company before you leave for a vacation so they don’t automatically freeze your card. However, that’s kind of difficult to do when you don’t have a credit card.

The problem with smaller banks is they don’t always have the infrastructure to help you. I couldn’t get in contact with a real person until i went into the bank. If I was in a different country, I’d have to wait for opening hours to call the branch and who knows if they’d be able to help me over the phone. Not to mention, what if I have an issue Satuday after they close and can’t do anything until Monday? That’s a long time to be cut off when you’re in another country. Pending these concerns, I’m going to have to contact my bank (ha!) and make sure that my trip to Costa Rica will not be a problem. ESPECIALLY because at my bank, they don’t unfreeze cards they only issue new ones. Can you imagine me being stuck in another country for two weeks, unable to access my bank account, having to rely on only a credit card? It’s a disaster waiting to happen.

If you have any tips or suggestions, please let me know! Have you ever been cut off from your money in a foreign country? How did you manage? 

-Knurly 

 

Fat In England: A Travel Diary

*First off I’d like to thank everyone who has followed my blog! I really appreciate it.

Welcome to the first travel diary! I spent over a week in England during the Summer of 2016 (and then a few days in Iceland). It’s scary how long ago that trip was. It was my first “big” trip, spanning roughly two weeks total. I’m almost crying at the fact that this trip will be two years old this summer! Yeek! Where did the time go?

However, I won’t be detailing anything specific in this post, because I feel the title needs some explaining. First of all, it would be a total waste not to blog about my past travel experiences. It’s content I’ve already created! Second, I wasn’t really “fat,” so to speak. However, I was definitely overweight at this point in my life. I had gained 40 pounds my freshman year after losing 15 pounds when my ex dumped me over the summer. It wasn’t a very consistent time in my life for weight. Surely but slowly over the first two semesters I jumped from my lowest to my highest weight.

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Taken less than one month before my trip by a friend

The gain wouldn’t have been as huge of a deal if I had managed to lose some of that weight BEFORE the biggest trip of my life. I didn’t. When I look back on the pictures I took of myself atop a grassy knoll, or next to Stonehenge, I’m simply reminded of how much I weighed. My weight put somewhat of a damper on my happy memories. I remember feeling ugly and insecure.

But let’s make this more positive: I don’t weigh as much anymore. I don’t have to feel guilty about how much I weigh either. Why should my previous weight stop me from remembering how much fun I had while traveling? I think it’s time to scratch off the film of insecurity that’s been plastered on top of my memories.

I want to ask all of you: have you ever gone on a trip or did something else significant in your life before losing weight? Did you regret not losing the weight beforehand? Maybe it was your wedding, or your high school prom. Did you find it difficult to separate the joy of the occasion with the negativity that surrounded it, or do you think it’s important we never forget the reality of our lives? I’d like to know.

-Knurly