Not in real time

The thing with traveling, and by extension blogging while you're traveling, is when do you stop? When you're in a place like Paris, you feel like you ought to be going and doing all the time. And then when you stop you sleep and then you get up and start doing again.

But how does that feel, really? When do you get a chance to think about what you've done and what you're doing next. Does some of the pleasure get lost if you don't pause to savor it? On the other hand, how much do you miss by sitting in your hotel room, typing? When you finally stop to write things down, the experience itself has passed and you're dealing with memories of feelings instead of the feelings themselves. There's no easy answer, at least for me. I will post some pictures and videos later, but wanted to get this thought out there first, and unfortunately, much of what goes into a blog will be the memories part. It's not bad, but it's not in real time either.