On my last Sunday afternoon in L.A., Rox and I decided to hit up Venice Beach.
It was a few hours before I needed to be at the airport, and due to a really late night out, we both slept until noon. Neither one of us was in the mood for anything too adventurous, so Rox suggested we go have lunch in Venice Beach.
Since it was one the places I hadn’t been before, I eagerly agreed.
Dude, it was so warm outside. The nice kind of warm that makes you feel like you’re under a really cozy blanket. We walked around the boardwalk, took in the sights, and hit up a taco truck – that was delicious.
Rox tried to explain to me what Bubble Tea is again – a trend I don’t think I’ll ever understand. We leisurely strolled around, talked about Paris (we had both visited in the past year), and just hung out. It got me thinking about how my trips are usually planned out, and how more times than none, I eventually take a break.
Example: one of my favorite experiences in Iceland was with our mountain guides. Not just because we got to climb the Vatnajökull Glacier, (which was epic), but we just got an opportunity to relax and hang out. Which after a week of hitch-hiking around a country, it was just what we needed. A break.
During any extended trip, I think it’s absolutely necessary to take a breather. I think a lot of people expect me to have a jam packed schedule when I travel – but honestly, I can’t. I work full-time while I’m traveling, which leaves limited time for adventures. After a few of them, I get burned out.
I don’t want to do anything particularly awesome, I just want to hang out, maybe stuff my face, maybe do some blog stuff.
I’m still getting this traveling thing down to a science – how much I can afford, how long I should be away, etc. I’m still working out the kinks, but this is one certainty: there have gotta be down days. Especially after a week in L.A. 😉