I’m always wishing for travel when I’m home and wishing for home when I travel. My second day in Iceland was a bit of a struggle because of this constant internal push and pull.
I spent the day wandering around Reykjavik with no schedule to speak of. My husband and I visited Hallgrimskirkja and took the elevator straight to the top to see a 360 degree view of the city from up high.After spending some time marveling at the beauty of the South Icelandic landscape it was only natural to have lunch in a cafe that possessed the coolest Star Wars themed bathroom I’ve ever had the honor of peeing in.
Dinner was found at a Big Lebowski themed bar offering movie trivia while we ate.
After two evenings of not feeling well enough to do much other than return to the guesthouse relatively early, I’m feeling like a loser who doesn’t know how to vacation properly. It took having a conversation with a traveling friend about what her trips look like to put my feelings in perspective. She spent the last two days of her trip to Yangon reading in a park, because that’s what she felt like doing. She described her inclination to wander the city, drink coffee, and largely spend days abroad like she would any day off from work, not sight seeing or trying to squeeze every little thing in. A successful trip looks different to everyone.
I think the most effective way for me to feel less guilty about not being outside my comfort zone all of the time is to remember that I’ve already made it to a foreign country and it’s OK if I want to take the newness in moderation.
Though I also noticed that because every single person I’ve met along the way on this trip speaks English, I’m not entirely sure this trip is scary enough for me.
I know, it’s impossible to make me happy, isn’t it?
I spent quite a bit of this day being ornery, but spoiler alert: the trip definitely improved!
This isn’t goodbye, it’s see you later,