In travel, as in life, there’s a comical contrast between the images we choose to share — and everything else that’s happening outside the frame.

I’m hardly the first person to point this out (hello, Socality Barbie, and a tip of the hat to ‘What I Instagrammed Vs. What Was Really Happening, Or My Entire Life Is A Lie.’)

But on my recent travels in Spain, I noticed a fairly wide gap between What I Instagrammed (left column) and What Was Actually Happening (right column, conveyed through text messages to one or both of my sisters.) A sampling, below. Spoiler alert: travel is only glamorous in retrospect.

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I’m back in Buenos Aires this week. And the beat goes on.

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