Let’s talk guilty pleasures. We all have those things we
occasionally indulge in and leave feeling a little more whole, electrifying you in a way that should be totally illegal, but isn’t. The guilt of knowing we shouldn’t love them, only make that act of indulgence all the more pleasurable. A few, I succumb to while traveling in particular.
Do I really have reason to be guilty? You be the judge.
Ever since moving to Australia, I’ve grown a fascination with street art. Honestly, I never thought of graffiti as a true art form until moving to Newtown. I now end up matching random walls without even trying and plan trips around cities where I know I will encounter these masterpieces.Other days, I end up horribly clashing with the walls, which almost makes it okay.
Most recently, I ventured to Queensland for my best friend’s 23rd birthday aboard a Vino Bus in Tambourine Mountains. My interest in wineries began with my wine tasting class I took in college and subsequent visit to vineyards in Ohio (snooze).Next came my boyfriend’s graduation gift to me to Niagara-on-the-Lake where we rode bikes around to wineries in Canada. Then in January to vineyards in New Zealand‘s south island. As soon as I return to the States, Iam planning a trip to roadtrip through Napa Valley winery region with my fellow wine-o of a mother. Okay, who are we kidding, I love just wine in general. Perhaps that’s not limited to my travels? 😉
Sometimes a bit of familiarity is necessary to feel more at home. When I first came to Australia and was served an ice cream coffee straight off the plane when I clearly ordered an iced coffee, my frustration began. At Starbucks, I know what I’m getting will be the same around the world. Plus, free wifi is a hard commodity to come by. Worst part? I order an iced Americano in my American accent. This is my worst guilty pleasure, because Sydney and Melbourne have an amazing cafe culture, so I indulge in Starbucks only when it comes to my iced friends in the summer.
My sweet tooth has been a problem since the ripe old age of maybe, four. If I wouldn’t get such a terrible tummy ache (and a bit of a muffin top) from this love, I would eat cookies and ice cream for dinner.When it comes to travel, I love trying out the local sweets. I was a bit upset that Hershey’s isn’t big in Australia, but quickly was saved by the diverse range of Cadbury chocolates. A new obsession I’ve acquired in travelling is Macarons.
Australia (much like the British) are big on their morning and afternoon teas, which I expected to mean a coffee break in between meetings at work. Imagine my excitement when I was offered a platter of sweet delicacies!
I hate to admit this, but I don’t think I would ever be able to travel full-time without a steady income to fund my adventures. Major props to those that are able to live frugally, coachsurf, and stay in hostels. That’s just not me. I like the security of knowing I won’t go broke from my travels, but fully abide by the whole “work to live, not live to work” mantra.
My travel partners may forever hate me for this one, but when I’m traveling, I feel I should be able to sleep in like I wouldn’t be able to do in daily life. Travel should be relaxing, in my mind. Leave the days to adventures, and give me my eight hours at night, please.
Hanging with animals
I would choose animals over people on any given day, as terrible as that sounds. I always find a way to seek out the furry critters on my travels. We just connect on a way deeper level than I ever will with another human bean.If our guilty pleasures give us such joy, why don’t we indulge more often? Let’s all vow today to reframe these as points of pride, rather than hanging our heads in shame. Give yourself permission today to pursue your most electrifying passions and live your life with wild abandon. Go ahead and treat yo’self.
Do you indulge in guilty pleasures while traveling? Share them here!