I click the blue button marked ‘Confirm Reservation’, and my heart pounds as the images on the laptop’s screen are whisked away. The blank page reflects back at me for just a moment before the comforting words appear: Reservation confirmed. Your flight to Mexico City departs on…
I stop reading and stare beyond my computer, smiling. Daydreams of colorful casitas, bustling sidewalks, and pulsing salsa rush through my head. I swear, I even get a whiff of fresh tortillas on the wind.
The ‘I just booked a flight’ rush is one of the many highs traveling gives me. It’s intoxicating, addicting. I’m officially headed to [insert bucket list destination]. I revel in it, before reality calls me back.
As I cross “Book Flight” off my list, I stare at “Find Hotel” for a bit longer. The tedium of trying to hammer down the last essential bit of my plans -- accommodations-- wears me down. I research and scan reviews, but it all starts to feel more like work than play. Which will ensure I get the experience I’m looking for? I try to re-imagine the scent of street food wafting towards me, but my fantasy taco carts must have packed up for the day.
I decide to book two places: One for the first few nights, and another for the second half. I’m a maximizer. I’m determined to uncover the best experience, and especially to come back and share it with everyone I know.
It’s one month later, and here I sit: on a gorgeous balcony at Hotel #2 (also known as La Casa Goliana), the clear winner between my bookings. Fresh tortillas are actually cooking on the street below, and the woman making them already knows my name. The neighborhood feels like home, even after only three days.
I pull out my laptop to write reviews of them both; I need to pay it forward and save another traveler the hassle of spending so much time searching for accommodations like I did. I want them to skip right to the good part.
I post the recommendation to TRVL, something a friend recently recommended to me. I haven’t used it yet, but it feels like an easy place to start. I close my laptop, drinking in the view below me, and see my phone light up on the table.
Congrats, Megan! Olivier just booked his Mexico City hotel through your recommendation. Your commission has been deposited to your account.
...I think I just became a TRVL Agent.