Wandering Soul

I think I've finally reached my ultimate burnout stage, and I feel bad for my sister, who has become the sponge for all my rants. One day, I just blurted it out and decided to go on a trip, which didn't really leave her with much of a choice but to go along with my spur-of-the-moment craziness. I'm always the impulsive one. Luckily, she's excellent at making our travel itineraries, no matter how last-minute it is. I don’t know how she does it, but she does. It’s a skill I haven't been able to adapt to because I’m used to planning ahead but I’m also impulsive—so go figure. Somehow, it works for me in some strange way.

Anyway, I decided to make the most of my couple of days off and traveled six hours away with little sleep and no clear plans—no idea where to go or what to do. I asked my sister to book our accommodation the night before, although I had already packed my bags two days ahead, thinking I might travel soon, just not knowing where. When I told her I was going, she said she couldn’t let me travel alone. So technically, she was compelled to come with me on this trip because I hadn’t slept enough, and it could lead to a series of unfortunate events, especially after a graveyard shift. Off we went on this impromptu trip, purchasing tickets just minutes before the bus left.

The 6-hour journey was supposed to be grueling, but my squeamishness about traveling after such a long time took over. I barely slept the whole time, maybe because of the Vietnamese coffee my sister let me have hours before. I wasn't in the best state during the trip because I kept forcing myself to stay awake to enjoy the beautiful view from the window. The cold, fresh air from the window tempted me to sleep, but I kept telling myself, “Snap out of it! You can't sleep right now!”

Day 1 officially began when we arrived just after 2 PM. After more than six hours without sleep and no breakfast, we finally reached our destination, but somehow, exhaustion didn’t get in the way. After locating our accommodation and paying tourist fees, we went to a trending spot that we found on TikTok. We didn’t pick it because it was famous—honestly,

we couldn’t care less about that—but because it served vegan/vegetarian dishes, which are still uncommon in this country for some reason.

The food was great, with big portions that left us feeling like we had eaten all day. It was a bit on the pricey side, as expected with mostly vegan and vegetarian dishes. What I loved about the cafe was the view and the rustic aesthetic. Plus, the people running it were very personable. It felt like a café/souvenir shop, which was cool.

The last time we visited this town was 16 years ago, and a lot has changed. The roads are better now, and there are many hole-in-the-wall cafés and endless places to stay, so you can pick one upon arrival. What keeps this town's charm intact is that they don’t allow outsiders to own property or businesses, keeping things local, which is a good thing in many ways. Despite the progress, the town’s old charm remained.

Day 2: We decided to have breakfast at a restaurant just a short walk from our lodging. The place had been around for a long time and had expanded. It used to be a small diner made of pine wood, but now it’s four times its original size and has a fine-dining vibe with an American country home feel. The photographs of the natives, which tell the town’s history, are still there. We were a bit disappointed that there weren’t many vegetarian options on the menu, but since we were famished, we had to make do with what was available. The town has a few places with vegetarian options, but they’re mostly located on the outskirts.

After breakfast, we took a walk for some fresh air and also figured out where to purchase tickets for our return trip the next day. We visited a church we had gone to a long time ago, and not much had changed. It was an Episcopalian church, so we just stopped by since it was open to the public, but it was empty. The first time we went there, it was summer, so it was packed. November is the best time to visit because it’s not tourist season, just lots of backpackers from different countries.

By noon, we weren’t very hungry, so we stopped at a place that sold homemade wheat bread and bought a few to take away. For lunch, we picked another hole-in-the-wall café, just a short walk from the bakery, which also offered vegetarian food. I had their vegetarian curry, and my sister had pesto pasta. Before heading back to our accommodation, of course, we couldn’t leave without bringing home the famous lemon pie the town is now known for. Our older sibling had specifically asked for it. To cap off the day, we went to this food spot which holds a special place in our hearts. We had visited it before with our mom when she was still alive. This time, instead of a full meal, we opted for some refreshing cold treats—because in this town, it’s hard to ever feel truly hungry. Maybe it’s the weather. As night descended, we began getting ready for our early morning journey back.

Day 3: We took the earliest bus back home, which left at 5 AM, and it was pitch-black outside! I was totally exhausted, but I’d definitely do it all over again. Like I always tell myself, “Go, just go.” Skip the whole planning thing. There’s nothing more exhilarating than traveling spontaneously and unannounced. Just make sure you have travel funds—that’s all. Maybe out of the country next year? Who knows. First, I’ll make sure I’m physically fit for it. My goal for now is to get ample rest. 😴