{"id":4961,"date":"2013-06-06T09:00:16","date_gmt":"2013-06-06T13:00:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theprofessionalhobo.com\/?p=4961"},"modified":"2024-06-19T07:24:42","modified_gmt":"2024-06-19T11:24:42","slug":"what-is-a-holiday-for-a-full-time-traveler","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theprofessionalhobo.com\/what-is-a-holiday-for-a-full-time-traveler\/","title":{"rendered":"What is a \u201cHoliday\u201d for a Full-Time Traveler?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Can a full-time traveler or digital nomad take a holiday? What does a holiday look for somebody with barely a fixed address<\/a> to begin with?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

On discovering that I’d be traveling back to my home town of Toronto for a visit and to attend the TBEX conference, a friend of mine said \u201cThank goodness you’ll be taking some time off. You deserve it!<\/i>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I often hear variations of this comment, especially when it comes to traveling back to my home town.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But it doesn’t really feel like a holiday. In some ways, visiting family and friends \u2013 although social and enriching \u2013 is hard work, especially when I try to juggle it<\/a> with the ongoing (and relentless) requirements of the travel blog industry<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then again, I’m not sure I really know what a \u201choliday\u201d is any more, given my lifestyle. In some ways I’m always on holiday; in other ways I never am. <\/b><\/p>\n\n\n\n\t\t\t

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This post was originally published in 2013. It has since been updated for accuracy of links and content. <\/em>

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Holidays of Old<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Before becoming a full-time traveler and digital nomad, holidays were simple. I applied for time off work<\/a>, chose a desirable destination (usually somewhere warm to escape the Canadian winter), and used a vacation planner<\/a> to create a trip that would require as little thought or stress as possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All-inclusive vacations were ideal for this; in my former years, I enjoyed all-inclusive vacations in Mexico (a few times), Cuba (a few times), and even the Mediterranean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’d spend the first few days defrosting and decompressing, and by the last half of the week I’d be rested enough to make an excursion or two before retreating back to my few precious remaining hours of simple resort life. It was over all too soon, but I was happy to take whatever I could get.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Although hard-core travelers might balk at this and suggest that all-inclusive vacations are poor excuses for seeing the world, they served their purpose from a \u201choliday\u201d point of view:<\/p>\n\n\n\n