Anthony Bourdain was different. He embodied everything I strive to be in my life…adventurous, open-minded, inquisitive, and honest.
He was an inspiration not only to me, but also to an entire generation of those of us who daydream of faraway places; those of us who decorate our homes with maps and artifacts from around the world…to those of us who always have the plans for another adventure in the works.
One thing that people who live abroad tend to overlook is the fact that this country is absolutely enormous, and that there are 300 million very different, diverse people living here. Depending on where you go and what you do, your visit to the United States is going to take on a very different shape and you’re going to experience very different things. But that’s not what this post is about, either. No, this post is about subtle things I’ve noticed over the years. It’s sometimes the little differences that are the most striking.
It was an accident, really. A wonderful accident. We hadn’t planned on spending any time at all in Ireland as we had planned just to travel around Italy on this particular journey. However, when we found out we were going to have an overnight layover in Dublin, Ireland on our way home, it seemed like it was meant to be. We inquired with the airline if it would be possible to extend the layover by a few days and to our delight, they said it was possible.
I get a lot of different reactions from people when I tell them I’m from California. It’s interesting, because no matter where you go in the world, people seem to have an opinion about what California and Californians are like. Some people assume I’m rubbing elbows with movie stars and living the glamorous, “Hollywood” lifestyle. Others assume I must be some kind of a surf bum who smokes weed all the time and talks like a valley girl. Yet others still assume I must be snobby, or rich, or even a crunchy granola hippie. I’ve heard it all.
Do you ever feel like you’re stuck in a rut? I know I do. Sometimes, the routine of doing the same things day after day, driving to the same places, sitting at the same desk, eating at the same restaurants, and going out to the same places starts to get to me. It’s almost like a case of cabin fever, except the cabin isn’t just my home but the entire city. I get to a point where I need to get out and explore. I need to do something, anything, that’s out of my routine. It starts to ache I yearn for it so badly.
The other day trip they took us on was to the Blue Mountains, which are just West of Sydney.The day started out with a lovely breakfast in Sydney, and then we were off to enjoy a day of exploration. First stop in the Blue Mountains was to see the famous “Three Sisters”, which is a pretty incredible rock formation with a beautiful mountain backdrop behind it. We first stopped at a lookout point near Katoomba where you can look out on the Three Sisters, and then ventured into a tourist park called Scenic World, which is a sort of cheeky name for what turned out to be a really fun place to hang out.
By now, I’m pretty sure you are aware of the fact that I love food. It’s in the name of my blog even…. Art Travel EAT Repeat.Clearly food is a big part of my life. So, it should come as no surprise to you that when I visited Italy, food played a very central role in the activities I engaged in.
Ok. This post isn’t about travel necessarily, but I wanted to write about it anyway because, a) Traveling is a whole lot harder when your finances aren’t in order, and b) this blog is first and foremost dedicated to inspiring people to live life to the fullest. That’s hard […]
Look. Everybody is different. Some of us are privileged enough to travel far and wide, to all corners of the globe. Others are only able to do local road trips. There’s nothing that drives me crazier than somebody who spent their recent holiday trekking through the Amazon with nothing but a machete and a guide to edible plants hating on somebody who spent their holiday lounging at a resort by the pool, or camping in the local mountains.
Two things you should know about me: I live in San Diego, California. I do NOT surf.