To be honest… traveling these days has become a flex.
Friends compete for who has visited the most countries and the best cities.
For most, it’s more the photo op than the actual experience. They take a pic of the local food, post it, leave it untouched, then go to McDonald’s to eat.
And I get it. We spend a lot of money on these holidays. Like a shit ton. So why shouldn’t we be able to brag about it? Why shouldn’t we take countless photos to remember it?
But what’s sad is when all this surface activity supersedes why we should actually do it. When tourists are more stressed about which photo to post and which will get the most likes, than amazed at the absolute wonder in front of them.
I mean, I remember staring at the Colosseum, thinking, “Fucking hell… Gladiators fought and died there.”
And standing outside the Parthenon, I was like… “Our mythology was once their reality. That shit’s crazy.”
Inside Warwick Castle and the Palace of Versailles, I felt so small in the face of their lifestyle, while also thinking, “These poor royals never even had paracetamol or WiFi. Whenever they had the flu, they were like leeched or something. Fucking disgusting.”
It’s a blessing to be able to admire what remains of the past. With a knowledgeable tour guide or just a bright pair of eyes, a vacation is nothing less than legitimate time travel.
There’s so much beauty and history at hand. So don’t just do it for the gram.