A Different Kind of Traveler

It’s been nearly a year since I posted here, October 31, 2017, and some will be wondering why. Why? Why would someone who so obviously loves to blog stop so suddenly and completely? That’s a good question with lots of answers, so I’ll break it down over two posts.

The first and most valid reason is that I stopped being the type of traveler I had been before and couldn’t quite figure out what to do with myself. I’ve found an adopted home, Manzanillo, Mexico and although I do still travel it’s not with the same appetite or purpose I previously felt.

When I began, I was looking for exactly what I’ve found, a place where I could retire comfortably. But in the searching, I quickly discovered I could easily keep traveling in SE Asia, and then Central America, on a tight budget. So that’s what I did, explore the world on my own.

Once I realized Manzanillo was the place for me, I lost that drive and when I have traveled it has been more as a tourist than an adventurer. Nothing wrong with that, but it’s whole different type of traveler.

That last post in Puerto Vallarta was with my daughter, Vanessa, who is an intrepid adventurer herself. But we were really spoiled in our Westin hotel and didn’t venture out as much as usual. She than came with me to Manzanillo, and I shared my new home with her. But it is a bit laidback – slow-paced – for someone thirty-plus years younger than me.

In the meantime, we went to Seattle and Vancouver, Canada, this summer and loved it! Especially Vancouver. And a few weeks later, Sedona, AZ. I’ll post pictures soon.

What I’ve come to realize is that my style of travel doesn’t match up with most people’s. I love to get into the culture, with regular locals. It takes me a good 10 days of living in a place to feel comfortable and familiar with how the population thinks and reacts to life; how the locals live. This is much more important to me than seeing all the sights. I still love sightseeing but would happily trade another temple for an hour people-watching any day. That makes me different and I realize it.

When I began this journey, seeming fairly proficient at getting from place to place and acquiring cheap accommodations, some friends asked for tips. I really couldn’t give them any, because I knew these folks would hate my choices. I don’t, generally, go in for the easy or particularly comfortable. Take riding the buses, both long-distance and locally. I have met very few people who I believe would enjoy those excursions, but I do. So, there you go.

That’s one reason, and the major one, why I quit posting to this blog. Although now, I realize I still have a lot to say about travel and even living in another country. So, hang on!

 

 

Author: Kathy Lynn Hall

I've embarked on the lifestyle of vagabond as a solitary woman and I'm excited about sharing my experiences with you.

2 thoughts on “A Different Kind of Traveler”

  1. I can relate to that! I used to live traveling, but since I got my farm, I never want to go anywhere. I never realised that I was searching for The One Place till I found it. Though most people would call it dull and boring, it satisfies all my need for adventure, the outdoors, the different, the beautiful…

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