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Monday. 12-30-19. San Andres, Colombia. It’s beginning to look a lot like… well, anything but Christmas to be honest. The air is thick and humid. Everything is green and the flowers are in full bloom. The sky is a patchy grey and white. And the towering palms sway in the hot wind, between intermittent flash rainstorms. Unseasonable weather aside, there isn’t a Christmas tree anywhere in sight, and as far as we can tell, it’s business as usual here on …
Wednesday. 04-17-19. Essaouira, Morocco Following a few days engulfed in the mad frenzy of the Fes Medina, our heads were spinning. With the dizzying maze-like corridors and never-ending flow of bodies in all directions; and the constant beckoning of shopkeepers to visit this shop or that, to “buy this rug” or “authentic gold lamp.” Each dawn we’d be shaken from sleep by a buzzing shriek. Directly outside our bedroom window was the loudspeaker atop the minaret of the local Mosque. …
Alright. I know this sounds a bit far-fetched, but hear me out. Travelling can make you live a longer life. I’m not talking about this in the literal sense, of course. That is, unless by travelling, in a dance with fate, you avoid some tragic event back home; one that would otherwise show you an untimely death. But that’s not where I’m going here. This is a happy post. It’s All About Perception Travel changes our perception of time; or …
Monday. 01-07-19. London, England. We hadn’t stopped moving in four months. The longest we stayed in a single place, and slept in the same bed, was a stretch of eleven days in Moldova. The notion of an entire month in Bristol, with a whole house to ourselves, was terrific. Our bags could be completely unpacked, their contents stored in an actual closet. We could catch up on so much work! Our intentions, however, fell short of their mark. We didn’t …
I’ve tried several times to write this post, each time unable to get it right. First I wrote out of anger and frustration, the second draft came out of sadness and confusion. Empathy, in a subtle way, came next. I’d never met him, yet my emotionally-charged, incoherent ramblings would suggest otherwise. I’m not here to pretend to understand the man, I didn’t know him. Like most of you I only know what he shared publicly – in his books and …
As we packed up our house and sold our belongings in preparation for our new life, the books on the shelves were one of the last things we touched. We sat on the floor and reminisced about some of our favourite reads. Quite a collection had built up over the years. Many of the books were read only once, a few we hadn’t yet gotten around to. Then there were the ones that had been read and re-read countless times, …
Following many weeks of constant travel, in busy cities and on long bus trips, staying no more than a few days in each destination, we decided it was time to slow down a little and relax. Having spent some time on the Southern coast of Nicaragua in the past, we knew it would be the perfect spot to stop for a while.
Before we hit the road for 18 months of continuous travel, we had temporarily moved out of our condo and into our respective parent’s basements. I was relaxing on the couch one evening, eating a pickle. It was a Bick’s Dill Pickle, Polski Ogórki to be specific. Pickles are a near-perfect food and include many distinct styles, each serving their own purpose: Kosher dills to accompany a nice smoked meat sandwich, spicy pickled beans in a ceasar, or cornichons along …
Before we even arrive at our hostel, we recognize this place. Though we’ve never been here before, so much is completely familiar. The design of the buildings, crumbling with age, fresh paint covering recent concrete repairs to the exterior walls; the way semi-existent traffic rules are only sort-of followed, yet everything seems to flow in perfect smoothness. Upon arrival, we exit the airport taxi, and the familiarity is immediately amplified. The evening air is heavy, and even though some heat …
This is the first blog post I’ve written in a very long time, one that I knew was ultimately inevitable, but have been pushing off for too long. For over ten years, Kylee and I have spent the majority of our time focused on travel: either on the road, or planning the next journey. Being able to travel has been an amazing luxury, one that many simply don’t have, and I will be eternally grateful for the opportunities that have …