Traveling Itinerary-less

I have a confession: I love planning.

I love itineraries, I love train schedules, I love booking reservations. I love figuring out exactly how much I can cram into a trip, how many overnight buses I can take, how much ground I can cover in how much time. I love scheduling in “cushion” days—two or three, no more—for rest, buffer days, and I love burning through them by packing in more shit to see. And I really love guidebooks.

This, I’ve been assured, excludes me from the illustrious elite of Real Travelers. “Ditch the itinerary!” “Slow Travel!” “Forget the Guidebook!” (words I’ve actually written for jokey articles I didn’t really believe in). You get this vision of Real Travelers: soulful types who tote around their ludicrously light backpacks, free of weathered books and long hours in internet cafes, guided by some impeccable instinct that brings them to the Right Place at the Right Time. Their buses depart whenever they happen to show up at the station; they meet kindly strangers who led them through dark streets; they happen upon “undiscovered gems” and spend weeks lazing with locals, learning their ways, nursing their orphaned children.

But most of all, I imagine these Real Travelers as open to the whims of the road. They don’t lock themselves down to itineraries, don’t construct little prisons of time constraints and force themselves to rush! rush! keep up! with some sort of idea they’ve forced upon themselves, an artificial timeframe not too dissimilar from the things we lock ourselves into at home. I imagine them listening—ears like stethoscopes to some pulse, some rhythm of the world that I can’t even feel, am only vaguely aware is even there—listening and hearing and heeding.

And I imagine, or rather I see, myself, scrambling and rushing and running myself ragged. And needing a vacation after my vacation.

I was revving up to do my upcoming trip in much the same fashion: after FAME Festival, I’d have two weeks. Two weeks! I’d cruise over to Croatia, work my way down through Montenegro and Albania, cut across Northern Greece, hightail it all the way to Istanbul, soak in the city in a furious two/three days before flying back into Rome. I was checking bus routes, maps and schedules; I was calculating days. I was getting exhausted.

I finally said fuck it. In five years of traveling, I’ve finally learned to say fuck it. True, I have no idea when I’ll be back in that part of the world, and true, there’s a lot I want to see. But when I tie myself down to self-constructed itineraries, I end up seeing everything and nothing. I’m tired. I get sick. “Oh, I’d really like to go to the Sahara, but I just don’t know if I’ll have time.” Time, time, always time.

I’m ditching the itinerary. Kind of. I’m going to Grottaglie, yes, but for the two weeks after that, I don’t know what I’m doing or where I’m going. I don’t know. I’ve been relishing in those words, smiling when I get to say them (“Where all are you going?”), feeling them warm me up, a hot sun on a languid beach.

Maybe I’ll end up “wasting” days doing nothing, swimming and eating and strolling around tangled old streets of torn-up cobblestone. (When you’ve got nowhere to be, you can’t be late.) Maybe I’ll just go to one other place, or maybe I won’t leave Italy at all; maybe I’ll go back to Rome and spend days wandering into dank old churches and eating too much gelato. Maybe I’ll listen really really hard and get some sort of answer, not in words, but in impulse—“go here, do this.” Or maybe I’ll just fucking relax and enjoy myself.

And you never know, maybe I’ll become a Real Traveler.

8 Responses to “Traveling Itinerary-less”

  1. 1 pam September 10, 2010 at 9:16 am

    Laughed out loud at, ‘nursing their orphaned children.’

  2. 2 Conrad September 10, 2010 at 11:15 am

    Ah, finally some sanity, those fearless words from the heart! Bravo!

    To me traveling is exactly that, wandering and wondering, not knowing, especially not planning, and as such, just getting embraced (or knocked down) by the days to come.

    Maybe it’s because I am lazy but I never could get around with itineraries. To me it always sounds having a career planning, like work. And buying a cheap ticket was already hard work enough.

  3. 3 Hal Amen September 10, 2010 at 9:05 pm

    Balkans? Either way sounds pretty sweet to me.

  4. 4 Keith September 11, 2010 at 10:02 am

    I’m reached the same place as you. I need to stop trying to see everything (because I end up feeling like I’ve seen nothing). Go ahead and “waste” those days. That’s anything but a waste of time.

    • 5 laurenquinn September 11, 2010 at 1:23 pm

      Yeah, it seems to be a part of this whole taking-it-easy/being-nicer-to-myself thing. Totally foreign stuff. (Excuse the pun…)

  5. 6 Ekua September 11, 2010 at 1:52 pm

    As I wrote about in Mexico, discovering slow travel is pretty freaking awesome. I can’t say I have or will let go of guidebooks and a bit of planning, but spending 2.5 weeks in Oaxaca when I “should’ve” been checking off sights was so satisfying and I met some amazing people in the process.

    I’m not gonna lie, I thought your itinerary sounded a little intense when you mentioned it to me 😛 Enjoy letting whatever happens happen!

  6. 7 Abbie September 15, 2010 at 8:06 pm

    Love the idea of having no plan 🙂 Can’t wait to hear about it!

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Lauren Quinn is a writer and traveler currently living in Hanoi. Lonely Girl Travels was a blog of her sola travels and expat living from 2009 to 2012. She resides elsewhere on the internet now.

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