I’d always planned on making my next blogging debut whilst I was on my travels however I’ve spent the majority of the past couple weeks too overwhelmed by the magic that is my life to stop and really document it. Never have I been one to live in the moment, I’m a sentimentalist and I appreciate scraps and images to remember my best days by. But when you’re surrounded by sites and landmarks you’ve only ever seen in pictures or movies, only ever contemplated as an unrealistic dream, there isn’t time to waste. No time to pick up your camera and experience it at a distance yet again, no time to miss out on socialising on the beach at night to jot down everything in your travel journal. So many of the travellers I’ve come across so far have taken a chilled afternoon on their busy itinerary to scribble down haphazard notes from weeks gone by. But I need to make an effort because all of this living is going to inspire, console and have me smiling in reminiscent bliss when I’m at my worst in the future.