I've struggled with anxiety for years; I don't really remember a time when I didn't have it. I've figured out ways to cope and mitigate the effects it has on me and for the most part I have it under control, but sometimes it still gets the best of me. That happened this morning.
After months of planning and anticipation, the time has finally come to begin my year of travel. And it didn't get off to the smoothest start, buy hey that's part of travel.
I’m generally a fairly fast paced traveller and enjoy every second of it. But every once in a while, a leisurely day is necessary. Starting to feel worn down 5 days of intensive sightseeing and exploring (where I’ve been averaging 10+ miles of walking a day), and knowing that I’m running a half marathon tomorrow (remind me, why did I do that to myself?), Natalie and I took it pretty easy today. We took the tram up to Prague Castle and upon seeing the massive, winding, and unmoving queue to get inside, we decided enjoying the view and sitting in the sun of one of the gardens was good enough for us. It was particularly nice because there were hardly any tourists compared to the castle itself.
Let me start this post by bragging on my brilliant friend Natalie. They were basically my personal tour guide today and is essentially a walking history book on Czechia. It was a perfect balance of getting to see the typical touristy things in Prague but also a more local feel to the city. I also appreciated their love for Prague. It's truly amazing how much someone sharing their love of a place can make you fall in love with it too.
The free walking tour I had done my first day in Dublin offered discounted tickets for the Irish Whiskey Museum, and one thing I don’t need much convincing for is a tour and tasting of anything alcohol related. Part of the reason why I’ve learned to enjoy these experiences as much as I do (even though they often can be tourist traps) is because it’s an interesting lens through which to learn the history of the country you’re in.