The Good Tourist
BETWEEN COACH SEATS
& RENTED ROOMS
in this look –
LBT shirt, Delphine the
label dress, Salvatore
Ferragamo Jody bag,
Jil Sander sneakers
Now, this post might get a bit too personal among the delayed postcards from our trip to Rome, ’cause after not traveling for a big part of my life, all I want to do now is pack my carry-on (this girl ain’t paying 50€ for a registered suitcase) and get to know the world every time the office work and my wallet allows it. And I want to enjoy every single minute of it.
So, I never check TripAdvisor for recommendations on where to eat, I care about bad reviews as much as I care for heels when traveling (translation: zero), I don’t mind if I go and visit the same spot 284,972,569 tourists have visited before me and I seriously don’t care how ridicule I may look when my selfie habit appears every time I’m in front of a beautiful building with great lighting, you just don’t let those moments escape from you. Believing you know the good and bad places from a city via the Internet it’s a contemporary falsity we all patronize.
WHEN IN ROME
“I don’t go there anymore ’cause it’s too touristic”. It’s what you will probably hear from your most experienced friends and coworkers about your touristic dreams. After traveling went from being a luxury experience to a very accessible way of personally knowing what Encarta taught us on the 90’s, people have become way more selective with their destinations, what they’ll eat and which part of the city they choose to know once they’re there.
But I seriously pass on that. If I travel, I want to enjoy it, in any way. Yes, I might go queuing on an eternal line to see the Sistine Chapel (the whole Vatican Museum is a must-see in your life, even if you’re not religious) but I’ll also stop for a 4 dollar cream cheese bagel and I’ll eat it while I walk through the inimitable streets of Times Square on my way to my Airbnb in Harlem because it was cheap AF, along with a million people.
in this look –
Lavish Alice romper,
straw hat from souvenir shop
After living two years in the Sagrada Família neighbourhood; the biggest tourist attraction within Spain, I do understand why sometimes locals are angry with tourists when they’re disrespectful, screaming and cluttering, asking for sangria and paella for authentic food (not here, guys) or making a street party on a Tuesday at 5 a.m. in the tiny streets of the Old Town. Be the tourist you want to have in your own city, the one who goes to the local bar and asks for pan con tomate, visits the small parks where kids play after school and grandpas have endless chess games, and sure, the one who also visits the same old building.
Traveling is enriching when you exploit it to the max, getting out of your comfort zone and really experiencing the lifestyle of locals, that’s what makes traveling the only thing you spend on that actually makes you richer. So yeah, you might call me a tourist, I don’t mind. I’ll definitely have better anecdotes to tell over dinner, of that I’m sure.