Whether you are a frequent traveler or a one-week-abroad-per-year kind of person, there’s no getting away from it. We are all human beings, each with our own quirks.
Some adorable, some strange, some… plain embarrassing.
You know what I’m talking about. Serial thief of toiletries or over-achiever at breakfast, I’m talking to you! We are all affected by this condition in some way. What are my travel guilty pleasures, you ask? Let’s see…
Watch late afternoon TV
‘m too cheap for strongly dislike taxis and I’m a firm believer that cities are best seen on foot, I tend to walk quite a bit on my travels. I usually manage to round up a good 8 kilometers per day. Because I am not Super Woman nor a supersonic robot, fatigue eventually sets in, and it gets to a point where all I want to do is lay on the hotel bed for an hour or two. That’s usually when I notice the remote next to said bed, tempting and full of possibilities. Next thing I know I’m watching an old rerun of Friends.
Walk into every Starbucks I see
For some reason, there’s just something inside of me that goes AOPJFDEIOFGNE!!!!!! anytime I see a Starbucks abroad. Maybe it’s the association of coffee or the free restrooms that make me so giddy and absolutely powerless, maybe it’s a combination of these three things. Maybe it’s also the feeling of being just a little bit at home, even though I’m 5000 kilometers away.
Also: free wi-fi.
Stuff my face at breakfast
If French Canadians had middle names, mine would be glutton. I’m not even kidding. While I am by no means obese, I’m not super thin either, and that’s ok – because I would never give up food for a size 0. So you can imagine my enjoyment whenever the hotel’s breakfast is a big, heaven-sent, tasty buffet filled with fresh fruits, BACON, smoothies, BACON, croissants, and, well, BACON. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, right?
That’s something I tend to do anywhere I go (you do it too, don’t try and tell me otherwise), but that turns out to be especially enjoyable abroad, and, on some level, completely guilt-free. For research purposes, you know. Very few things make me more happy when I travel than sitting on a terrace with my sunnies on, glass of rosé at hand, and simply observe the people passing by. A fascinating experience, every time.
Instagram ALL the photos
As you may know, I’m terrible at decision-making, especially when it involves photography. My iPhone is my best friend when I’m on the road, and that means hundreds of photos are taken every day. I then select a few, edit them, and share them on my Instagram feed all while trying to come up with a decent and interesting prose or fun fact about what’s depicted in the photo. This isn’t bad per se. What’s bad is how many I share! But is there such a thing as an overload of photos of Europe, really?