At this point I can feel the bitchy American hospitality industry person in me freak out. I'm not going to be her. Oh no. I'm going to tranquila. I'm going to Pura Vida.
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A Instagram account + GoPro ≠ does not equal travel.
It's the Instagram. Instafame. It's a GoPro. The handholding, while the girl is leading. The staying in Bombay Sapphire colored hotel pools, drinking Rosé and and eating elaborate expensive meals. Jumping into a waterfall in a 400 dollar swimsuit.
expel
This was about five years ago, so naturally I have found myself back to having too many things. I realized this when I was in Tokyo hauling around a 50 lb. bag on my back of clothes I wouldn't wear. My shoulders were bruised and bleeding. I was literally carrying my burdens on my shoulders. I couldn't believe it. I thought I had changed into an enlightened guru, when I was just carrying around my belongings like Quasimodo.
I ended up leaving that bag locked away or storing it somewhere, and carrying one change of clothes with me, and cutting what I had on, to survive the crazy heat and avoid purchasing new stuff.
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"Open your eyes. Open you eyes."