Tag: slow travel
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There is a particular moment that never happens at an airport. The one where you watch a landscape change slowly outside a window — forest giving way to farmland, farmland to coast, the light shifting as you move from one region into another. Where you feel the distance you’ve covered in your body rather than…
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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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Slow travel means spending more time in fewer places and moving through them by train, on foot, or however lets you actually experience the landscape — the opposite of racing between landmarks on a tight itinerary. The shift isn’t really about logistics. It’s about what that pace does to your attention once you stop treating…
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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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No, slow living isn’t lazy — it’s one of the most intentional choices you can make in a culture that treats busyness as proof of worth. But it took me a long time to actually believe that about myself. When did slowness become something to fix? Somewhere along the way, taking your time became almost…