The WhatsApp message that began the daily ritual: “Here a photo for you, view from our hotel, you also sent me such nice photos of the big wide world when I was bedridden.”
I usually don’t keep a travel diary.
On a trip, when days are jammed with activities, I simply don’t have the time. Plus I’m exhausted at the end of the day. And yet, precisely because on a trip days are so big, so way more full than they are in everyday life, it would be good to keep a diary. Not just a log of what I did when, but a record of what I thought, what I felt, what I loved and what I didn’t. Turns out I did just that when,
On our most recent trip, I sent nightly WhatsApp missives to a dear friend.
In London, on our month-long trip’s first leg, I received a message from my friend that she was stuck in the hospital with gall bladder problems. To entertain her, I sent her a few pictures with commentary from our day bopping around London. She’d done the same for me, sending me lovely pictures from a weekend trip when my life was largely confined to my bedroom as I was recovering from hip surgery.