When you are out travelling it is easy to get stuck in the larger-than-life experiences, thinking that they are the most important and life changing. I am guilty of this myself. I knew from the moment I got in the water that I would always remember my first swim with wild dolphins just off the coast of New Zealand. Nor will I ever forget setting eyes upon the Hollywood sign from the airplane window, knowing I was about to take my first steps in the land of dreams.
In the end though as I look back at my travels after telling and retelling the story of my first skydive I start to treasure the other memories that resurface months later. Short glimpses of perfect moments that are mine and mine alone because even if I try to explain them to my friends, the significance will be lost on them. Like those minutes of utter bliss floating on my back in the glacier pools of Aoraki Mount Cook National Park gazing up at the snow covered peaks, the summer sun hot against my skin. Or sitting on the tiny French balcony in the old quarters of Barcelona drinking sangria with my class mates our first night in the city. The importance of the moment lies in the shared laughter between friends, the smell of the Mediterranean and Catalan food spices wafting through the door, in the moist air against my skin. Tiny details I will carry with me throughout my life.
So cherish them, the moments in between your greatest adventures. They might contain your greatest memories.