Tag: slow travel
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There’s a particular kind of embarrassment that comes with living somewhere beautiful and taking it entirely for granted. I’ve walked past the Semois river more times than I can count without really stopping. I’ve driven through Ny in summer — past all those overflowing flower boxes, geraniums tumbling out of every window — and thought…
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It’s early July, and I see them everywhere right now — packed cars speeding down the highway, bikes strapped to the back, caravans in tow, roof boxes bulging at the seams, kids in the back seat glued to a screen or squabbling over something that started three hours ago. Everyone’s headed south, and the urgency…
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Somewhere along the way, travel became something to conquer. An itinerary to fill. A checklist to complete. A race from landmark to landmark — arrive, photograph, move on. Slow travel is the alternative to that. It’s a way of moving through the world that prioritises depth over breadth, presence over efficiency — staying longer in…
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A friend of mine told me, with real frustration in her voice, that she’d set herself a goal to get to the gym three times a week and she just couldn’t make it happen. Work ran late. Then there was dinner, then a phone call she’d been putting off, then it was nine o’clock and…
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When did slowness become something to fix? Somewhere along the way, taking your time became almost suspicious — as if moving carefully, resting often, or pausing to breathe meant you weren’t serious about life. Productivity became the ultimate measure of worth. Busyness became a badge. And anyone who dared to move at a different pace…