Travelling after 30: the charm of self destruction
“Forever young” is an overrated thing! The spotless sunshine of an eternal young mind and body has no appealing on me and I’ve always been persuaded that the very best thing in order to live at the top is listening to my body, whose needs change with time and experience.
I think that what my body says is much more important than this social hysteria of everlasting younghood and this crazy social will to look and act always as if we were in our teen.
But when it comes to travelling… I have some doubt. When I travel I can’t listen to my body needs. I neglect what my very little flesh packaging tries to communicate like I never do at home. And now that I have turned 34 I start feeling the consequences of it.
Sometimes travelling can create so many physical consequences after 30 and sometimes I ask myself if decreasing instead of increasing my travelling rhythm and habits would be the most suitable and convenient thing to do.
For example, I’ve noticed that after 30…
It’s harder to digest so many things commonly considered edible otherwhere.
For instance, onion! I’m Italian, and I have a special relationship with food and a very bed one with onion. When I travel I have the strange perception that onion is the only ingedient all people use in the rest of the world.
Once, I was able to eat little and digest everything. Now I eat VEEERY little and have terrible stomach aches as soon as I smell onion. Even drinking beer looks much more difficult now. And this is a great issue for a young lady in love with good beer and wine.
Also read (in Italian):
le più buone birre che ho bevuto in viaggio
Crazy nights… end at 21.30
Well, I have always been very boring! I’m a morning bird and I prefer waking up very early in the morning than coming late at night. I was like this even when I was 20. To be true, I’ve had an idea of what night is after 25. Well, now that life has showed me crazy drinking nights, now that I have bumped into the lowest alcohol slums of 3 continents, now that I know what insomnia is (mainly for love reasons) now that life and travels have showed me quite a lot, I still prefer the sun and the day.
But when you travel, listening to my body’s sleep need is harder! And I fall into the ridiculous habit to smell like all my teen spirits… With all the craziest consequences on my poor body.
Walking hard, dreaming harder
I like walking, in life, in general. (As I recently wrote in the post: How to take the best out of your week end getaway). When I travel I do it even more, almost forgetting I have feet to care about.
I know, walking is nothing bad, everybody knows walking is one of the healthiest things to do! Well, true. But… over training is not, even more so when you walk with the sneaekers and ballerinas (that, no matter how beautiful and young, they are very bad for your feet and your back).
During my last travel to Warsaw I had a terrible pain at the top of my legs and buttocks since the second day… and this didn’t prevent me from walking again and much. If I wasn’t in travel, maybe I would have considered my usual idea of listening to my body and resting home.
But travelling is, over 30, a kind of epic self distructive attitude. A way to still train your body to what he can’t really do anymore.
So… should I travel less, or should I just try to listen more to my body while travelling?
Both things presently look not feasible to me 🙁