About looking for a room at the end of the day....
If you read what I wrote earlier about finding a room in France, would you say that was not 'time well spent'? It gave me an insight into how people in different countries value their own time. That hotel owner did not put business before spending time with his family. I did not 'waste' my time looking for a hotel room, I sat and enjoyed watching the ducks on the river, having a nice lunch and glass of wine, began an acquaintance with the restaurant owner and learned about some cultural norms in a small French town.
There is this idea that if you have nothing booked, you must be walking around from hotel to hotel for hours to find a room and 'wasting time' doing so. But the reality is if you are someone who prefers to wing it, you learn how to wing it and you do not 'waste' time doing so... Why would I do anything that I considered a waste of time any more than you would? There are many ways to go about winging it and not 'waste time'.
Sojourner, you use the words "waste of time", even with quotation marks - but I did not use those words. I said that
for me, looking for an accommodation at the end of the day is not enjoyable, and that I can think of better ways to spend
my time
. It would not be a "waste" of my time to do this (if I didn't have a place to sleep that night then it
definitely would not be a waste of time), it's just that if I have to choose between doing that and almost anything else while traveling - then that is one of the things that I
least of all like to do.
You seem to be a bit exclusionary in your ideas of what "proper" travel is, or what constitutes the true spirit of travel. I understand your viewpoints on this completely - you have adopted a mode, or culture, of travel that fits you like a glove, and has inherent benefits for you. You have arrived at this through rich experiences and lengthy travel, with an emphasis on freedom of choice. But others have different cultures of travel - you might see them as worse, but the truth is that they're only worse for you. There is no such thing as an absolute spirit of travel, just like there is no such thing as absolute morality.
Here's a personal example that might show you how we both might ultimately share a similar travel experience, which we both regard as "true" to our spirit of travel, but the ways we got there are different :
Our first trip to Italy was in 2008. I was 50 then, and believe it or not, this was the first time I had traveled to a foreign country as an adult, and the first time I had to plan on my own. My only previous experience was accompanying my parents on a trip to France when I was 14. Now I had a wife and two daughters to think about.
I decided that I would research as much as I could - this was a completely personal decision, based on the type of person I am. I discovered the Slow Travel forum (the "matriarch" of this Slow Europe forum), sat for hours on the Internet, bought a book and a map. Planning...
I read reviews on the ST forum - yes, the same type of reviews which you claim are mostly suspect - and checked websites of agriturismi and reviews of them. Continued to read more about markets, parks, landmarks, hiking routes, buildings, gastronomy - anything that I thought would be interesting to fit into a trip like this. More planning. "Winging it" was not even considered (at least not for more than a few hours a day)...
In one case, I booked an agriturismo (about six months in advance!) which was "recommended" by reviewers and caught my eye, as a base for touring the vicinity of that area. The place was a working farm.
The evening we arrived, the woman came to greet us and we had a pleasant chat with her. At some point I asked where the husband is, and she said that he was still working out in the greenhouse.
I left them and went to meet the husband. He was separating the leaves and twigs from the olives he had collected that day. After introductions, I took a place beside him and started to help. We worked there for about an hour and a half, all the time discussing whatever we liked. At some point an acquaintance of his dropped by for a few minutes, and after he left, my host told me about this guy as well - how he had fenced off an area up in the mountains at a huge expense, in order to harvest the wild mushrooms there when in season.
The next day I had "plans" - the bane of all travel
- and we had a really lovely day.
When we got back in the evening, I asked our host what he was doing the next day. He said that he was going to do another round of olive harvesting, and I asked if I could join him. He said sure.
The way he does this is that he waits for the olives to fall by themselves on the ground, onto nets that he has spread beforehand under the trees, and then every few days he collects what has fallen into big burlap sacks. The trees grow on fairly steep terraces, and he has to carry these bags on his shoulder down the terraces, to the closest he can get with his small work cart.
So I joined him for about two hours. I'm used to physical work, but believe me - carrying 25-30 kgs. of olives on your shoulder while going down a terrace was border-line for me. This guy is even a bit older than me, and does this daily for the whole harvest.
After that, my wife and I continued with our other plans - and had another really great day!
Fast forward to 2016. I am planning our third trip to this area, and want to book at this agriturismo again. We have stayed a bit in contact since our original stay - "Happy New Year" and "how are things going" - and I ask if he has a vacancy on the dates we are considering. He says that they will be at a new farm that they are buying, and he wants us to come for free, as their guests. I say no way without paying, and if that's what he'd like, then my wife and I will work on the days we'll be there. He says no need, that we are like friends. In the end, under my insistence, he gives his consent that I work - but I know that he's just saying that to make us come.
We start our trip, and it turns out that he hasn't finalized all the bureaucracy involved with the new acquisition - lawyers, lawyers - so we won't be able to stay there, but of course we go and meet them anyhow. They take us to show us around the new farm. He takes me for a trip to the nursery in town to buy new saplings for the vegetable plots that he maintains - he markets his vegetables and produce twice a week in the nearby city.
They take us for a trip up in the mountains in their car, and take us for a meal at good friends of theirs who also have an agriturismo and an amazing restaurant. Everything is at their expense. We get to know their friends as well.
Where did we stay those two nights that were planned to be at this farm, but it didn't work out? I took my wife's smartphone, checked the AirBnB website - another paragon of evil
- and in an hour I had booked two nights at a nice apartment in a small village nearby.
While reminiscing about our previous visit, I asked this host about the guy who had invested a small fortune in fencing off part of the mountain for its mushrooms. He told me the venture completely failed, because the fence had changed the ecology of the mountain, and the amount of mushrooms started to dwindle. This host is fiercely organic/ecological (even more than me...) - so we had a good laugh about that...
So you see, Sojourner : both you and I have enjoyed what we see as the essence of travel. Seeing new places, meeting new people, grasping opportunities, enriching lives. We just did it differently. Was I sorry to leave these people, both in 2008 and in 2016? Sure I was! I was sorry about
all the places we had to leave, both before them and after them. Was I happy to get back home? Sure I was. That's called finding the balance between all your wishes. It's just that we all do it in different ways.