Just over a week ago I flew out of SFO on a one-way ticket to Peru and started a new leg of my round-the-world journey. I felt more excited than nervous this time and had zero panic attacks landing abroad, like that first time two years ago in Madrid (Anyone remember? Good Lawd, what a mess).
Perhaps I’m just more prepared this time…for anything. The fact is, this trip is different because my life couldn’t be any more different than it was two years ago when this all started. A lot has changed since then, and then some things haven’t changed at all. This leg of my travel journey is already teaching me a lot, and I am grateful to be experiencing it all over again in a new way.
One big difference this go-around with my travels is my luggage situation. I had to leave Big Red Mother F**ker (for this of you that don’t know, that’s my backpack’s nickname LOL) at home due to my back problems. I opted instead for a large and in charge suitcase (or as the Peruvians call it “Moleca Grande”) which holds twice the amount of stuff- 50 lbs. to be exact. Yep, I’m lugging around twice the junk I was last time as a more experienced traveler. Usually people go the opposite direction and pair down the more they live on the road, but not me! Why? Because if I’ve learned anything it all it’s this: You must be prepared for anything and everything on the road. Things get messy real quick. They twist and turn and bring you to expected places, people and experiences. Look where I ended up last year, for goodness sakes! You just never know where the travel road will lead you. To travel is to purely live, after all.
In a way traveling is like looking through a macro size scope at the world and life itself, in all of its beautifully wild expression, and saying “You know what, you’re super freakin’ cool and I’d like to stay on this Earth as long as possible and see every bit of you.” It’s like the first the month of dating someone- pure infatuation. To travel is to become infatuated with the world and with life again.
While I’m falling in love all over again with this big round thing called Planet Earth and relearning gratitude, I’m also realizing what a shitty backpacker I am. Compared to the other long term travelers I’ve seen here in Peru, I’m an amateur. These people are pros.
I’ve stayed in backpacker hostels and hotels during this first week- getting a well rounded experience in terms of accommodation. When I’m around the other backpackers, I can’t help but notice the vast difference between us. There’s me and then there’s them.
They have hammocks in their backpacks and hiking gear. They bring their own food and cook for themselves. They don’t have makeup bags and skincare or cute dresses. (At least I didn’t bring my high heels, okay?!) They do their laundry in the bathroom sink of the hostel and hang it on a clothes line attached to their bed because, yes, they brought a clothes line too- and I just paid $6 to have my done for me (folding included). These other backpackers are truly living in a minimalist state and I respect it…greatly. I’m just not at that level with the whole “nomad thing,” and I’m not sure I ever will be.
I’m a former cosmo executive, after all, and it’s true what they say. You can take the girl out of cosmetics, but you can’t take the cosmetics out of the girl. I used to travel 100% luxury for work and the hostels I’ve now stayed in are a far departure from that world in which I once lived. I’ve found joy in both worlds.
The truth is traveling can be VERY unglamorous, but I find myself not giving a shit anymore, which is great. I no longer worry what anyone thinks of me, but I still love my girly girl items and split time staying in nicer places and hostels. I can’t always “rough it,” or I just don’t want to. I think the magic is in the combination of it all.
Right now, today, I’m roughing it at a backpackers hostel, while wearing lipstick. People are talking about their long term stays in the jungle and how they’ve lived on zero dollars a day, and I just went shopping for a new gemstone to wear around my neck. Don’t get me wrong, I plan on going into the jungle too, just not today. Today I’m your typical California girl looking for a Starbucks and decent WiFi. Tomorrow I’ll be on a PeruHop bus for 12 hours in close proximity with a bunch of other (probably stinky) nomads, and I’ll surely be smelly right next to them.
Everyday is different. Everyday I’m different. It’s all about balance. Overall I may be a shitty backpacker, but I’m a lover of travel and culture nonetheless, and I keep on trekking along.
So call me a hypocrite, backpacking community. Judge my 50 pound suitcase and inability to carry my own hiking stick. That’s okay by me! This time I’ve got my bestie by my side and she makes me feel way less silly for being, well…silly.
So, here we are in Peru with our “molecas grandes” and we’re ready for whatever comes and smacks us in the face on the road around South America.
Week one, check! Our two little California Princess arses are headed to Cusco next to play with the alpacas and probably take shameless selfies next to their furry faces.
My GOD it feels good to be back out here in the world!