I’m not “Fancy”
I am not a fancy person. I am not complicated. I don’t need fancy things to make me happy. Really I prefer things to be casual. Fancy to me is just “fussy”.
I have found that while discovering that I am not fancy nor complicated is that most people don’t like dealing with, being with or being around complicated people. So that’s definitely a plus for me. And it’s definitely a plus when it comes to travel.
Some people only want to stay at the best hotels, eat at the best restaurants or go shopping in the best places. First and foremost “best” is subjective and only “certified” by Zagat among others. What is the best to me is the worst to someone else. But here’s the thing, I don’t need the best and here’s why.
I don’t need the best not because I don’t value myself as a person or my “worth” but because the best is expensive, hard to come by and a great deal of the time boring. I’d rather stretch my money and have a good time.
I’ve been to some fancy shindigs and at each and everyone I may have looked the part on the outside but when it came down to brass tacks, I was hoping I could change into something that didn’t involve a stupidly expensive dress and pearls. I find it hard to dance in fancy dresses and then you have to be all proper and quelling my inner class clown is pretty freaking hard.
So while hotels with enormous beds, vast soaking tubs and great views are lovely, I could take ’em or leave ’em. I’d rather get a good pizza than eat escargot made by a top chef. I’d rather buy something from a local than buy something from a chain store that I could have just as easily gotten at home.
The best thing about approaching life in an uncomplicated/un-fancy manner is that it’s easy! I don’t require much to make me happy. Give me a beer, some pizza and a decent bed (could also be made out of blankets on a hard floor) and I’m good to go! Throw in some adventure, some new friends and a few more beers and I am the happiest person you will ever meet.