Lettie Goes Travelling

Any trip should feel easy.

Relaxed.

Something you’re actually looking forward to.

That’s the whole point.

But that doesn’t mean you switch your brain off.

You’re still aware…just like you are at home.

What I’m sharing here is simply what works for me.

It’s not advice.

It’s not a checklist.

And you might read some of this and think:

“I’d never do that.”

Good.

Because it might make you think about what you would do instead.

For example…

I’ve seen advice saying:

“Don’t get a taxi from your home — they’ll know your house is empty.”

I’m sorry… but if I don’t trust a taxi company with my address,

why on earth would I trust them enough to get in the car in the first place?

For me, it’s about being practical, not paranoid.

I’ll tell family and friends where I’m going…

but not necessarily exactly where I’m staying.

I’ll carry:

some local currency (if you can get it — Morocco, you can’t!)

some pounds

and at least two bank cards

Why two?

One is my everyday card — always with me.

The other is a backup, left at the accommodation.

Because if I lose my bag…I haven’t lost everything.

I also have all my cards on my phone.

They’re frozen by default,

but I can unfreeze them instantly if I need to.

And that’s not just theory.

In Sorrento last year, I “lost” my main card.

(I strongly suspect it was lifted in a shop.)

I cancelled it straight away — no transactions had gone through.

A new one was waiting for me at home…

but more importantly:

👉 it didn’t disrupt my trip at all

Because the card on my phone uses a different number,

so it wasn’t affected.

That little setup made a big difference.

Now… here’s one that people don’t always agree with.

I post to my Stories in real time.

And yes — I know that’s controversial.

But here’s my reasoning.

My Stories are mainly seen by people I know and trust.

And for me, it creates a kind of digital breadcrumb trail:

where I am

what I’m doing

where I’ve been

If anything did go wrong,

there’s a clear timeline.

But if I’m honest…

All of these little things sit under one bigger truth:

I trust my instincts.

Always have.

And I didn’t get to this ripe old age intact

by ignoring them.