Look, I’m like one of those top contributors on TripAdvisor because way back when, before 50, I was naïve. Yep, that’s right. I believed that my reviews would help someone who wanted to do the same stuff I did, and help them avoid my mistakes.
I just got back from Nice and was asked to review my accommodations on Airbnb. But I’m not going to. Why? Many reasons. Firstly, I’m a blogger. I already have a voice and like-minded readers. Why should I promote a giant, impersonal travel site for free? (If you disagree, let me hear it).
Secondly, because I believe that making mistakes in life are part of the journey. My mistakes may in fact not be yours. Maybe if I was the same age as my host I would have bonded more with her? Maybe my standard of living is different and I’m just a snob?
Thirdly, who am I to judge? Seriously! I mean this wholeheartedly. Society and social media has pushed us all in the spotlight to be constantly judged or judgemental. I don’t believe I was put here on this earth to meet other people’s approval so why should I pass judgement on others like some Lord of the Land?
Let’s stop being sheep. Read a blog. Get the whole story. In fact, my recent trip to Paris is proof of that. I had been targetting Marais district for months, then read several blogs about Paris. I got the whole story and realized that while Marais may have been the trendy, hot spot to stay, it wasn’t for me. I’m not hot (unless you count my menopausal flashes) or trendy (I would much rather set them than follow them).
I ended up with a Paris experience that was best suited to my personality. Not the masses. Not the guidebook version. I discovered a book at the rental, it was a glossy, hard cover book about all the little specialty shops across Paris. Every night I read through the pages and while walking around I stumbled upon a few and knew all about them from the book!
Did I miss some iconic places? You bet. Did it matter? Nope.