Moving cities every few days has made it so
hard to convince myself that it is worth the trouble of unpacking my bag to dig
out my laptop and actually accomplish some writing. So yes I have been wearing
pretty much the same outfit since I left Ireland, with the exception of today,
I’m wearing shorts! And thank god for that because I brought four pairs with me
from Canada, and yep haven’t worn em. I could have had I packed them for my
trip to the Netherlands but silly me didn’t.
I have logged a decent amount of miles in my running gear too, and it really is time to properly wash my clothes, they are starting to smell. I’m holding out till I get to Romania though because it is literally a tenth of the cost there. Before you go and get sick, I have been hand washing my clothes, well my socks and underwear. I do this in the shower, a trick Fletcher taught me in Montreal many years ago. Funny because we had a washing machine at that flat. My jeans are halfway between life and death so I might just replace them instead of washing them. Also when I left Ireland I packed all my work socks which I literally threw out after wearing which was convenient. My shoes have caught the stink and I would love to throw them out and I will, just not yet. In fact everything I own is pretty much ready for the bin with the exception of those very expensive running socks I bought 6 years ago, they are still in perfect condition. Not as white as I’d like but that can easily be fixed when I’m back in the motherland. Enough about my laundry, Tompers is literally refusing to go anywhere near NefFie. (we have named the 40L NorthFace backpack, fitting really because she will be up for adoption after this trip) That’s probably a sign.
I cannot believe I am nearing the half way point of my trip. I also cannot believe I’m still hauling so much crap around with me. I’m frustrated with myself that NefFie is so full and I have packpack attached to my waist strap, granted he is usually full of food… What can I say, I’m on a budget.
Speaking of…
My poor budget hasn’t really stood much of a
chance. It looks a bit hilarious because there are days were I did so well, but
more often than not I was over my budget. It’s hard to really tell because I
was putting in the costs for hotels etc that were booked for the future on the
day I paid for them so it won’t really be a true representation of how I did on
a day to day basis. And, until it is all said and done. However, according to
my app I’m running at about €10 over budget per day… I did set my budget
aggressively low, I guess to attempt to guilt me into staying on track…
Travelling Europe at forty quid a day should not be easy. I’m actually questioning
if it is even possible. I’m becoming my mother. Mom I mean this in the nicest
way possible but come on we all know you are “frugal” as you like to say…
*cough* cheap *cough*
Me the girl famous for her fancy Starbucks drinks actually says no to buying coffee, (in freaking Italy!!!!!!!!) unless there is a benefit for me. Like in Siena I wanted wifi and I had almost two hours to kill so I bought a coffee for €1.50 in exchange for the wifi password. I could have been truly cheap and just asked for it but I don’t want to be that person *cough* mom *cough*
One of the few things that I do to stay on budget is walk everywhere. Public transit is cheap but it adds up fast. Two feet and a heartbeat are free, plus I’m kicking ass on my fitbit challenges. (suckers)
That being said, I want to defend my budgeting skills… I have had a few unexpected setbacks. Having to pay €14 for the locker storage at the bus station in Granada instead of €7 because the coins didn’t work to get my stuff out and they guy refused to believe that I had already put the coins in/listen to my English or let me try to explain in my absolutely crap Spanish. I had to catch my bus, I didn’t have time to find a translator. I also paid €3.50 for a locker in Malaga because I forgot my container with my lunch in it in the fridge at my hostel and didn’t want to haul my bags all the way back there to get it, I rationalized this with the fact that it would have cost me more than that to buy lunch and having a container is extremely handy. I also got caught in Rome with unexpected really high city tax that was not included in the booking cost of the room. In fact all of my hostels in Italy charged an additional “city tax”.
Today I spent €13 on a salad and a couple bananas at an extremely overpriced market, of course I did not know how overpriced it was because there was no prices on the shelves I just assumed it would be similar to everywhere else, silly me. Trying not to cry about it.
I guess the thing is, nothing is free anymore. You want to go inside any building you have to pay, and if you don’t have to pay every other tourist has the same idea so the cue is ridiculous. (This is the off-season too) The only thing I haven’t had to pay for yet is to use the bathroom. Mainly because I’m dehydrated. I do find myself sometimes struggling with when I should let the budget go and pay for things that might be once in a lifetime experiences, then I think I’d prefer to have a few drinks with a stranger, over seeing the inside of yet another museum/church.
I do find myself comparing every new city to the other cities I have been, I was floored at how dirty and gross Bordeaux was. Especially after how clean Spain was. I guess I was expecting Spain to be filthy, I was stunned at how unsoiled it is. I just had this image of Bordeaux in my mind, and well it let me down in real life. It also ended up being an extremely expensive stop because I accidentally invited this German guy to join me, which just resulted in costing me even more money, and the Airbnb I had booked, and paid a fair bit for, to get some much needed alone time I knew by then I would need, ended up being shared with this guy who had the audacity to actually make me pay for our round of beers when we were out. I’m far too nice of a person it seems. Must let it go, maybe Bordeaux needs a second chance.
Italy has been amazing. I’m not sure what I was expecting to be honest. I guess it’s just that I got so many mixed reviews about it, but I even loved Rome. I reckon the whole experience would be so different in the summer when everything is triple the price and crawling with tourists. It’s been so lovely not having to compete with a bunch of tourists. Turns out everyone speaks English too which has been very convenient for me. So I’ve learned zero Italian. The big thing that I noticed is compared to Spain there is nowhere to sit outside, unless you’re paying. Spain is literally covered with park benches and green space, Italy has none of that. Also in Italy you have no rights as a pedestrian. NO ONE will stop for you ever, even if you’re at a crosswalk. You don’t matter to the insane drivers of Italy. They also all park like crazy people.
I wonder how things are going to change as I head into Eastern Europe.
I have logged a decent amount of miles in my running gear too, and it really is time to properly wash my clothes, they are starting to smell. I’m holding out till I get to Romania though because it is literally a tenth of the cost there. Before you go and get sick, I have been hand washing my clothes, well my socks and underwear. I do this in the shower, a trick Fletcher taught me in Montreal many years ago. Funny because we had a washing machine at that flat. My jeans are halfway between life and death so I might just replace them instead of washing them. Also when I left Ireland I packed all my work socks which I literally threw out after wearing which was convenient. My shoes have caught the stink and I would love to throw them out and I will, just not yet. In fact everything I own is pretty much ready for the bin with the exception of those very expensive running socks I bought 6 years ago, they are still in perfect condition. Not as white as I’d like but that can easily be fixed when I’m back in the motherland. Enough about my laundry, Tompers is literally refusing to go anywhere near NefFie. (we have named the 40L NorthFace backpack, fitting really because she will be up for adoption after this trip) That’s probably a sign.
I cannot believe I am nearing the half way point of my trip. I also cannot believe I’m still hauling so much crap around with me. I’m frustrated with myself that NefFie is so full and I have packpack attached to my waist strap, granted he is usually full of food… What can I say, I’m on a budget.
Speaking of…
Me the girl famous for her fancy Starbucks drinks actually says no to buying coffee, (in freaking Italy!!!!!!!!) unless there is a benefit for me. Like in Siena I wanted wifi and I had almost two hours to kill so I bought a coffee for €1.50 in exchange for the wifi password. I could have been truly cheap and just asked for it but I don’t want to be that person *cough* mom *cough*
One of the few things that I do to stay on budget is walk everywhere. Public transit is cheap but it adds up fast. Two feet and a heartbeat are free, plus I’m kicking ass on my fitbit challenges. (suckers)
That being said, I want to defend my budgeting skills… I have had a few unexpected setbacks. Having to pay €14 for the locker storage at the bus station in Granada instead of €7 because the coins didn’t work to get my stuff out and they guy refused to believe that I had already put the coins in/listen to my English or let me try to explain in my absolutely crap Spanish. I had to catch my bus, I didn’t have time to find a translator. I also paid €3.50 for a locker in Malaga because I forgot my container with my lunch in it in the fridge at my hostel and didn’t want to haul my bags all the way back there to get it, I rationalized this with the fact that it would have cost me more than that to buy lunch and having a container is extremely handy. I also got caught in Rome with unexpected really high city tax that was not included in the booking cost of the room. In fact all of my hostels in Italy charged an additional “city tax”.
Today I spent €13 on a salad and a couple bananas at an extremely overpriced market, of course I did not know how overpriced it was because there was no prices on the shelves I just assumed it would be similar to everywhere else, silly me. Trying not to cry about it.
I guess the thing is, nothing is free anymore. You want to go inside any building you have to pay, and if you don’t have to pay every other tourist has the same idea so the cue is ridiculous. (This is the off-season too) The only thing I haven’t had to pay for yet is to use the bathroom. Mainly because I’m dehydrated. I do find myself sometimes struggling with when I should let the budget go and pay for things that might be once in a lifetime experiences, then I think I’d prefer to have a few drinks with a stranger, over seeing the inside of yet another museum/church.
I do find myself comparing every new city to the other cities I have been, I was floored at how dirty and gross Bordeaux was. Especially after how clean Spain was. I guess I was expecting Spain to be filthy, I was stunned at how unsoiled it is. I just had this image of Bordeaux in my mind, and well it let me down in real life. It also ended up being an extremely expensive stop because I accidentally invited this German guy to join me, which just resulted in costing me even more money, and the Airbnb I had booked, and paid a fair bit for, to get some much needed alone time I knew by then I would need, ended up being shared with this guy who had the audacity to actually make me pay for our round of beers when we were out. I’m far too nice of a person it seems. Must let it go, maybe Bordeaux needs a second chance.
Italy has been amazing. I’m not sure what I was expecting to be honest. I guess it’s just that I got so many mixed reviews about it, but I even loved Rome. I reckon the whole experience would be so different in the summer when everything is triple the price and crawling with tourists. It’s been so lovely not having to compete with a bunch of tourists. Turns out everyone speaks English too which has been very convenient for me. So I’ve learned zero Italian. The big thing that I noticed is compared to Spain there is nowhere to sit outside, unless you’re paying. Spain is literally covered with park benches and green space, Italy has none of that. Also in Italy you have no rights as a pedestrian. NO ONE will stop for you ever, even if you’re at a crosswalk. You don’t matter to the insane drivers of Italy. They also all park like crazy people.
I wonder how things are going to change as I head into Eastern Europe.
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