In 1991, I backpacked through Europe. I brought a 35mm camera, a sketchpad, and some cash. When my paper maps failed me, I had to rely on my sense of direction or the goodwill of strangers—most of whom didn’t speak English.
The world around me then seemed bigger than the world around me now, and that’s probably due to the fact that it couldn’t fit into a map app on a phone screen.
I was unconnected and untethered. I wrote postcards to friends and family every couple of weeks, and called home once or twice. Other than that, no one knew where I was, and it was magnfiicent.