From my personal journal. “In 6 days, I’ll be leaving for Kyrgyzstan, a country I had never heard with a name I can barely pronounce.
“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” – Eleanor Roosevelt
As children, we found wonder in everything, spectacular or ordinary. We recorded these experiences to create the foundation for our thoughts, principles, our likes and dislikes, and perhaps ultimately to figure out what makes us happy. Somewhere along the way of growing up, many of us became complacent, satisfied with what we already knew. But that shouldn’t be enough. There are wonders still to be found everyday and everywhere. We just have to spare the time and keep our eyes open for it. Sometimes, I find these experiences in a foreign place with exotic customs, and other times it’s as simple as tasting a new fruit. I just discovered lime fingers for the first time and that blew my mind. Much like rhubarb did the first time I had it in a pie with strawberries. For years, I wanted to know what getting an eight hour massage would feel like and now I know. For my birthday last year, I treated myself to eight straight hours of being contorted by eight different Thai masseuse. It’s not for the faint of heart or body. Below are some of the other incredible experiences I’ve found around the world.
If there’s a lesson that I remind myself of every so often, it’s that if you don’t ask, you don’t get.
There’s a time and place for going off the beaten path. You can’t come to Paris and skip the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre and the Notre Dame just because it’s a crowded tourist attraction and on every “Must Do In Paris”
From my personal journal. “Our days are split in two. We go to sleep twice and we wake up twice. This morning, I’m up about an hour before dawn just as Evie is also waking.
I am an unapologetic and unabashed fan of Taylor Swift and her music. Before she became a global pop icon, she was a 16-year-old country singer-songwriter that wrote about her heartbreaks and some guy named Drew.
“Fuck!” Instinctively, I look down at my watch to check for my heart rate. It’s pumping at 164 BPM. This is a bad idea.
Me: Hola! How do get to _______? Local: No problem! Take a tricycle going that way, and then get onto a jeepney and no problem!
Known as the Valley of the Moon and home to the real life Lawrence of Arabia, Wadi Rum is an unspoilt desert in Jordan with massive cliffs and jagged sandstone mountains that look like they desperately escaping from the ground before being frozen in time and turned to stone.
There are days for adventure and excitement, the ones with stories you share over a beer and reminisce about from time to time.
My bus from Copacabana to Cusco stopped in Puno for a few hours giving me a chance to check out its famous “floating islands”
This one has always fascinated me. The Dead Sea is so salty that nothing can survive in it. It’s attracted visitors for thousands of years dating back to Herod The Great’s time.
Through the ages, backpackers traveling across distant lands have traded stories of a city somewhere in Andalusia where a weary traveler can stop and quench his thirst and in doing so, also satiate his hunger and empty stomach.
You can try, but there really isn’t an elegant way of pronouncing the name of this lake that straddles Peru and Bolivia.