Long to be the person you were again when you were there, to walk the streets with the same confidence and eagerness, to stay out drinking wine and having good conversation, eating too much and sleeping in late. Remember the way you used to take in pleasure more viscerally, more methodically, finding it imperative that things taste good and feel good, that everything be a feast for the senses. Feel rushed where you are now, and deeply miss the time when you were so much more open to change, excited and ready to meet anything that wanted to meet you. Know that you were technically the same person when back in your city, but know also (on some deeper level) that you were a better version of it.
Stay up late one night scrolling through pictures of your time back there, looking at each one for five, ten minutes at a time, trying as hard as you possibly can to remember every last detail. Feel your whole body ache as you think of the way the food smelled in the busy streets, the way the wind blew just enough to kiss the hem of your shirt, the way the people around you seemed to fold in comfortably like a warm blanket. Remember feeling at home, even if you weren’t.
And in a moment of clarity that I’d done nothing consciously to summon, I became aware of something I’d in some way known all my life. It disclosed itself with the simplicity of the absolute. There wasn’t something lacking in my character; I had an overabundance of something. It had dictated so many of my actions, been behind so many decisions, obscured so much of my judgment.
FEAR, I SAW IN THAT MOMENT, had ruled my life. The vulnerability between my shoulders was the space created when the weight of that domineering, life-directing emotion had been temporarily relieved. It was in this experience of fear’s absence that it began to lose its hold on me.
That it took a meltdown in the middle of Spain for me to see the cunning hand of my fear for the first time goes a long way toward demonstrating the grip the emotion had on me.
After my experience outside Castrojeriz I made a decision to travel more—often alone—to put myself in situations that drew me far from the familiar. Something had happened to me by the side of that barn, and I wanted more of it.
On the road in America: travelling in the US without a car – travel tips and articles – Lonely PlanetPosted: 14 September 2012
Travelling in the US without your own wheels doesn’t have to be a form of purgatory. Beat writer, Jack Kerouac, unwitting inventor of the modern American road trip, never owned a car or a driver’s license. Aside from the odd brief and presumably illegal turn behind the wheel of someone else’s vehicle, the author of On the Road relied on carpooling, hitchhiking and good old public transport to get around. Maybe that’s what made his rambling yet insightful observations of 1950s American life so illuminating.
Emulating Kerouac today isn’t the conundrum many believe. As a writer living close to the US-Canadian border, I regularly make car-less forays into Washington State in the Pacific Northwest, a region surprisingly well-served by public transport if you have the time and tenacity to ferret it out. Beautifully scenic ferry rides connect the scattered islands around Seattle, a positively sublime Amtrak train service stops in all the crucial coastal and inland cities, and buses fill most of the gaps in between.
They may sit nestled in under-the-radar parts of the world, but these low-profile wonders are not to be missed.
10 Ways to Save on Your Next Trip | Life & Money | Travel & Fun | LearnVest – Where life gets richerPosted: 18 July 2012
When traveling, money has a way of evaporating into cushy lodging and themed souvenirs, but … it doesn’t have to to. And you can still have a great getaway without breaking the bank.
We went on a mission to track down creative travel “hacks,” or ways to save money without sparing adventure.
And the guru of travel hacks happens to be … none other than Betsy Talbot of Married With Luggage.
You may remember Betsy’s story on LearnVest about selling nearly everything she owned and quitting her job to take a five-year trip around the world, without going into debt or anything. (Update: She and her husband Warren just returned from a trek around central Mongolia!)
Now, we’re back for more.
We’ve compiled a slide show of Betsy’s top ten travel hacks, complete with first-person accounts of her travels in Thailand, Amsterdam and Ecuador. She’s got you covered with haven’t-heard-that-before ways to save on every travel front: sleeping, eating, getting around and more. She even has tips on how to make buddies with your fellow travelers!
To view the slide show as one long list, click into the show and choose “list view.”
France is all about world-class art and architecture, Roman temples and Renaissance châteaux, iconic landmarks known the world over, and rising stars few yet know. In this excerpt from Lonely Planet’s new-look guide to France we recommend the top sights and experiences for visitors.
I WAS wandering though a dozen curtained-off video galleries on the second floor of one of’s newest cultural hot spots, the Perm Museum of Modern Art (Permm), watching provocative videos by a Siberian performance group named Blue Noses, when I came across a plain cardboard box. Peering inside, I was startled to see a film loop projected from the ceiling of one of the Blue Noses dressed as Lenin manically twitching in his coffin. Perhaps Lenin, who famously disdained abstract art, really would be turning in his grave if he saw the sort of creations that this city, where his parents met, is attracting in its quest to become Russia’s center for contemporary art.