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2014 Travel~Living Update

In Personal Update, Travel on June 2, 2014 at 7:19 pm

Well, I have been getting some periodic requests to post an update as now some friends and followers know I am traveling abroad again. To me though, it’s just living. I have this dance with life, and the floor I dance on isn’t limited to the corner~
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There has been a whirlwind of movement this past month, and it’s not normally how I have moved in the past. These years, I enjoy finding a special beautiful place and setting up shop there for a month, where I can enjoy community, do my work and eat new exotic foods. Well, for the Month of May, my travel has been~ USA-Netherlands-Belgium-Qatar-India and now Nepal. Tomorrow it’s Jordan and Israel.
Map of 2014 tirp

I’m used to it, and can manage and adapt myself at the drop of a mango. Yet, it does take some energy. Currently, I am writing from the town of Nagarkot, Nepal. From this mountain village, one can see 360 degrees of Himalayas. I am in the “Ganesh Cottage,” my little house for a few days. It has nice views from the cottage, and has some prayer flags sprinkled through it along with fabrics. My hotel is called “Hotel at the End of The Universe.” With a name as such, I had to stay there ~ It’s owned by a Nepali / Dutch couple and it’s a tranquil place.

Some friends have asked me, “Why India?” And, the simple answer is, I felt the pull of my spirit to go there again. I had gone there ten years ago in 2004 serving with as a volunteer for 3 months. That time was life changing for me, and I was curious to see how this vibrant and massive country called India has changed and continue my experience with it.

One the Worlds largest Banyan tree, India 2004

One the Worlds largest Banyan tree, India 2004

As an American citizen, I was able to obtain a 5 year multiple entry visa, and so I can move in and out of this vast and rich land as much as I want for the next few years, so this trip was not about “seeing it all.” I sort of used to move that way when I was 18-20, but now I just like picking a few spots and “soaking” it. So I flew to Mumbai, stayed a few days there. Flew to Kolkata (formerly Calcutta) and stayed there a couple days too. Then it a train up to Siliguri, there I caught a land rover to Darjeeling, the mountainous town famous the world over for its tea.
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It was a diverse town, with a mix of Tibetans, Gorkhas, Nepalis and Indians. The entire town is built on a steep incline of a mountain, and my guesthouse sat right on the top. I worked on my writings there, and took a 5 day trek through the Singalila National Park/Ridge. I hired a Sherpa named Tsering and together we hiked about 10-11 miles a day, stopping in very little Himalayan villages for tea and meals. The highlight for me was the opportunity to see with my own eyes the highest mountain in the world: Mount Everest.

Another highlight so far for me has been to reconnect in person with a friend I made ten years ago in Calcutta. His name is Brother Francois, and he is a Franciscan priest serving the poor in the city. Most of his work revolves around addressing the needs of orphans living in the train station and also visiting those in the hospital who need support of any kind.
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When I volunteered with him ten years ago, it became the most intense day of my life as I saw the reality of a broken hospital system. I saw people who could have survived with available care, die and witnessed also the reality of young boys living on their own in a harsh environment.

Since then, Brother Francois has been doing this work EVERYDAY. To me, he is one of the most courageous and kindest humans I have met on this planet. When I surprised him, he was overjoyed to see me. And I came to a realization that I had not been aware of. As I talked with Francois, he made it clear to me that one of the main reasons he continued with his work in Calcutta in 2004, was because of my willingness to go volunteer with him when he asked me in the Mother House (Where the sisters of Mother Teresas order, Missionaries of Charity, live). At that time, he was still exploring the idea, since he was from France. The funny thing is, is on that particular day in 2004, I felt a strong pull in my spirit to go the Mother House. I was serving in an orphanage far away, and even though all the international volunteers met there each morning for breakfast before volunteering, I would not go because I needed to ride the bus for 45 minutes to get to the orphanage I was serving at. Nonetheless, I felt a pull early that morning to go. And that morning I met Brother Francois.

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I knew then I would have a friend for life, and through these past ten years my family and I have sent clothes to the children he serves. And, for the short couple days I had to spend with him in Hot Calcutta a couple weeks ago, I was blessed and also reminded of realities. I was reminded, because I went back to a hospital with him where he serves. There, I had flashbacks of the lack of cleanliness and care available. The elevator had dried blood in all the corners, the casualty ward had used gauze, urine and dust on the floors. The beds were simple and each patient, was just sitting up, basically getting what care they could from their family members, and an occasional checkup from a physician. I actually didn’t see any there, but it was towards the evening. What I did see, was a young man named Sambath. He was extremely thin and only had his Mother to offer what little care she could. Sambath had rectal cancer, and it was terminal. For a man who was 22 years old and was just in med school the year before, it was a difficult site to see. This is something a normal citizen of my home country just doesn’t get to see. Untreated cancer in your face.

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I was stronger to accept the reality than my last time ten years ago, but it reminded me of the fragility of life and how life is valued in other places. I gave Sambath a postcard from Hawaii that had a couple Hibiscus flowers on it. I hoped he would find peace until he moves on..

While the hospital visits were still melancholy, the next day Francois invited me to speak to the boys from the station. He gathered them together and for a couple hours I shared with them lessons of geography, and showed them photos of my travels around the world on my laptop. They were fascinated to see images of massive Redwood trees, European architecture and scenes from the movie “Samsara,” a movie that travels around the world. My intention was to expand their horizons a bit, and by all the smiles and affection after, I think I succeeded.


There of course, are other highlights, such as traveling in the Netherlands with my Mom, who is Dutch and had not been back for 39 years, and visiting a tea factory in Darjeeling but for now I will sign off. A new adventure awaits, and another dream will be fulfilled: To pilgrimage to Israel.


Thanks for your encouragement and thoughts, prayers through the journey~ Some more photos below… IMG_0788 IMG_0867 IMG_0756 IMG_0952

A Grand Year of Adventures in 2013~Now onto Another Trip Around the Sun

In Personal Update, Travel on January 12, 2014 at 5:33 pm

Sun Trippin

Well, as I write this morning, I am in a spiritual retreat center on the north shores of Maui in the islands of Hawaii. The weather is so nice and energetic here and its been a few years since I last was in the islands. Sunrises on top of volcanos, spectacular coastal drives and trekking through rainforest to ancient Hawaiian swim holes are a few recently made memories that will bring smiles to my face in years to come.

I hope to those that keep up with my updates and travels all had a wonderful holiday and New Year. I am truly happy to share life with friends, be it in person or through a blog. I haven’t posted for a few months now, so I figure it is time to give some “juice.”

In 2013, I went around the world. I traveled in early February to Europe where I spent two months in the Netherlands, with side trips to France and Germany. It was then off to South East Asia, where I spent close to four months venturing Thailand, Indonesia and Malaysia. And then it was right over to good ole’ North Dakota just in time for 4th of July Fireworks and one of my best friends weddings. From there, I hopped on a ride share across the northern part of the States to California, where I spent a majority of the rest of the year. It seems I’m destined for another round the world journey in 2014, yet this time flying West.

Of course this wasn’t a vacation, as some can assume. Throughout the entire time being abroad, I was writing. Both in my professional 9-5 job with Visual News, and also with book projects I plan to publish. Personally, I find more inspiration being in a completely different environment than my own home country of the West Coast. While I love to see my friends and family in the states, I’ve personally evolved to a place where I need the chaos of a foreign context to shape and stimulate my heart and mind.

Each day is anew, filled with tones, noises, tastes, weather and relationships. And more.

I’ll give a few highlights from last year I enjoyed throughout the movements~

Carnival in Netherlands




Carnival is widely celebrated in Holland, and the Dutch recognize that the best festivities are held in the South of the country. I happened to be in that particular area at the time it was happening and though it was quite cold outside, my spirit was warm with song, dance and of course, beer!

Yoga in Thailand


Thailand Yoga

I began my Yoga journey finally in Thailand. I had waited until I could learn directly from my cousin, who has been a Yoga Ashtangi for over 20 years. Her practice is quite well known around the world and I was privileged to learn from her on a beautiful island.

Friendship in Langkawi




After spending time in Thailand, I went over to the Island of Langkawi in Malaysia to explore, meet up with a friend and check out sailboats. I found a wonderful expat community there whom I had a lot of fun getting to know. Langkawi itself is a great island to check out as it is unique in its own way. Definitely stay at Soluna Guesthouse if you get there and tell Claudia I said hello.

Art in Black Rock




It was another year of art installations in that special place in the desert. It was a wonderful year again full of expression, exploration and community.

Hiking in NorCal




I spent some of the Autumn writing in Northern Cal/ Southern Oregon. To be in the quiet stillness of the vast forest is renewing and energizing. In a world where the race gets faster by the millisecond, finding these sanctuaries are more important than ever, and I was lucky to find such raw nature so close by to my SF bay home.

Well, I’m back to Hawaii Life now and am already making great memories for this year. I hope you do too, because really, anything is possible if you project your intention into the universe enough~ Thanks for reading as always~

The Unknown Island of Langkawi, Malaysia

In Personal Update, Travel on June 12, 2013 at 1:10 am


I came to Langkawi in search of sailboats.
Until I had come to Southern Thailand, I had never heard of the small 500 square kilometers island in Northwest Malaysia before. Close to the Thai border, Langkawi I discovered has quite a bit to offer. I came expecting to stay 3-7 days and now I’m going onto the 4th week here.


There are some really nice yachts out here and I’ve been hounding the marinas, talking to Captains, brokers and long term expats about getting a larger sailboat here than what I currently have back in Seattle. Basically I’m looking for a 30-38ft cruiser that is able to make coastal passages through the straits of Melacca, the Southern Burmese archipelago and of course all of Indonesia. There are just too many islands here along with genuinely friendly human beings that make such an adventure hard to resist.


This Malaysian island of Langkawi has the potential to be a base for such adventures. There are plenty of business opportunities both on the island and virtually and with an international airport on the island, one can get to practically any major Asian city in less than 5 hours for those occasional city fixes.

There’s sailing, there are beaches, mountains, jungles, bald eagles, high cable cars, waterfalls and lakes, foods of all sorts and literally people from all over the world here. This island doesn’t attract just the western crowd, but there are quite a few tourists from China, India, and the Middle East. Everyday I meet citizens from countries all over. Just yesterday I spent some time with a young Syrian man named Ahmed who fled the country from Bashar and is running a little stand selling middle eastern products in the mall. We’re friends on facebook now. ;)

Soluna Guesthouse, where I have been staying

Soluna Guesthouse, where I have been staying

The longer I spend out the country, the more I realize just how integral it is in my life. My family has a vibrant international history and my upbringing incorporated American, European and Asian traditions. While it’s more natural for me to be overseas than in America, I still appreciate the vastness and beauty of America. What I don’t like about America is that citizens are given only two to three weeks vacation a year. The culture is “live to work,” and it cripples Americans because they work so hard, and even when they take vacation, there are sometimes still the concerns of projects they attempted to leave at home.

This is why in the two months I have been in Asia, I have only met 8 Americans. Four of them quit their jobs to travel, the other 4 were either a post grad or long-term expat. It’s just too much to go to Asia when you only have two weeks holiday and the flights there and back are going to eliminate a couple of days already. So Americans float to Hawaii, Mexico or even Europe. It makes sense, But I tell you, Asia is “where it is at.” This is my 5th time back and I love it more and more every time I come back.

Get to Asia, eat all sorts of food, meet many interesting people everyday and make friends, enjoy the nature of mountains, jungle, oceans, reefs and underwater worlds. It’s all here, and it’s not going away.

I’m doing alright and feeling right at home. Hope Summer is beginning to treat everyone nicely~


Left Thailand and now in Malaysia~

In Personal Update, Travel on May 16, 2013 at 1:05 am


Wow. I must say in the past 20 years that I have traveled internationally, I have never come across a place as magical as I just did. I mean, there is Burning Man, and that can be quite a wonder filled environment, yet it’s not its own country (in some ways it is) and it’s temporary. Where I just came from is in another country and has been thriving for some time now.

This place was so special that I’m not even going to disclose where it is. I will just say it was on a Thai island.

It’s really nice when you can discover a beautiful natural environment, yet when one can come to a beautiful place and also have a beautiful community, then it’s perfect.

I came to this bay and met some amazing people, I danced all night, I swam everyday, I ate healthy nutritious food, I laughed, I smiled, I made friends, I loved. I created stars in the water, I explored exotic reefs and jungle, I connected and reconnected with myself.

If you come across this place I describe, it was meant to be for you.

I’m thankful for the memories, the people, the family and will return when the wind draws me near~

Now I’m in the historic Georgetown in Penang, Malaysia and soon I will venture to another island and South ~

Thanks for reading as always~

and…a song that I am feeling is a theme song for the past days~

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Current Stop: Pa-Pa-Pa-Pattaya – Thailand

In Travel on April 7, 2013 at 12:15 pm


It’s April 7th, and I just got in from a 19 hour transit leg from the Netherlands to Thailand. First, a car ride to Brussels, then a 15 hr flight to Phuket, another hour flight to Bangkok, a 2 hour bus ride to Pattaya and a 15 min motorcycle taxi to my AirBnB rental for the next 4 days. The question looms…..Why Pattaya?

Pattaya was known as a fishermans village for many years until more tourism invaded Thailand and the beachfront town became a city and is now notoriously known for its very accessible ways to get massages, happy endings and more in its many parlours. No, it’s not the reason I came here :) The chief reason I came was mostly because of the flight deal ($275 one way) and also to be close to Bangkok when one of my best friends arrives. Together we plan to travel and work while doing so.

I’ve been to Bangkok before and it’s pretty overwhelming. I am already planning on staying there a few nights, and that’s enough for me. The hustle and bustle and everyone trying to score a buck from you gets old quick. So I opted to go to the famous Pattaya beach and brothel city and I got a nice studio overlooking the action below. I’m actually writing from my patio now….I hear some funky Thai music, mopeds driving by, street food vendors cooking their spicy concoctions and chatter from multiple languages. It’s nice to be back in warm weather.

So far some of the stereotypes ring true for this town in the few hours I have been here. I see quite a bit of 50+ old men and some younger ones too, walking with their young Thai companions. It seems many a man comes here searching for that desire they may have lost or could not achieve in their home countries. I’m sure some are actually couples, but by the neutral expressions on the womens faces along with their seductive clothing, I’m guessing not.

I had a wonderful rice dish (40 baht-$1.25), got some water and a small bottle of M-150. That’s like the cheap version of Redbull out here in Asia. Funny enough the cap was not sealed tight, which signals that the bottle was reused, but I don’t care, I drank the yellow liquid anyways and it’s helping me stay up until I can pass out and avoid days of jetlag. I think I’ve got about 4-5 hours of sleep in the past 35. I’ll survive.

Well, it’s good to be back in an area that is noisy, busy and active. I enjoy being a minority ethnicity and seeing what people of local regions do, dress, act with their lovers and work. I’ll plan to be in Asia for a few months, so if you want to keep updated, subscribe and post comments!

Much love, no photos this post, but more to come…..

Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa Ta yyyaaaaa!

Pilgrimage as a Form of Travel

In Travel on March 17, 2013 at 5:36 pm


I just left a mass from a large cathedral here in Holland and its focus was to bless the many “pilgrims” that are walking the famous Camino de Santiago trail. While participating in the service, I felt inspired to write a post about the idea of pilgrimage as a form of travel.

Map of the pilgrimage trail the Camino de Santiago. The most traveled route is in Northern Spain, and many routes go to that direction.

Map of the Camino de Santiago. The most traveled route is in Northern Spain, and many routes go to that direction.

Some of my past travels have been spiritual in their nature or involved traveling to very spiritual countries such as Tibet and India. While some of these travels have seemed distant to me at times, I was reminded today about some of the joys I felt when I was in that place in my life. A young man seeking answers to life’s mysteries and taking a bite of the world in the process.

While I didn’t get all the answers I was looking for then, I found enlightenment in my own way. And I expect each person will find their own as well if they decide to pursue it.

I went to Tibet for the summer in 2002. It proved to be a life-altering experience.

I went to Tibet for the summer in 2002. It proved to be a life-altering experience. Photo by my travel companion Jared Kachurak

I think the idea of pilgrimage can conjure up thoughts of it having to only apply to someone who believes in deities and a spiritual world, but I think it applies to each human. The act itself can be beneficial to each person. While there can be many ways one decides to journey as a “pilgrim,” I think there are two ways I would like to spotlight from my own experience. Let’s call them the “slow way” and the “fast way.”


The slow way is exactly what it implies; Slow motion. In my mind, this mostly involves the idea of walking for a period of time. Although I think it can also apply to sailing and possibly even tour-biking. There is something that happens in this act that I have found magical. I wasn’t expecting it, but after sailing slowly in the raw and vast ocean away from news, cars, computers and phones, something happened.

While “pilgrims/travelers” may walk for a couples days to countless years, I find that if someone is committed to a journey the slow way, they may start to realize a very different reality that they were used to. I had this epiphany when I was sailing in Mexico for two months.

Image of the sailing trip in Baja, Mexico

Image of the sailing trip in Baja, Mexico

One of the first things I noticed was I began to lose track of time. The idea of time was invented by humans, and so much of our lives can be determined by time. Yet, in the open ocean it didn’t matter. I found my schedule revolved around waking up when the sun rose and going to bed not too late after the sun went down.

Initially, I lost track of the hours, and eventually I lost track of days and even weeks. But it was of no matter, I was engaged in the present. There wasn’t telling what the wind or weather was going to be like, so focus was on the now. As a result, I felt an amazing liberation and every action of the day was that much more meaningful and exciting.

During this voyage, I remembered a scripture verse in the Bible told that I heard when I was younger and it said:

So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

-matt 6:34

That’s a fairly difficult mantra to live by it seems, but I found supreme peace in living in the present and not focusing a majority of my energy on the future. There’s another verse in this chapter that says:

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?


I found a peace with these sacred words as well because instead of worrying about if we are going to survive for years to come, it encourages the idea of trusting that our needs are going to be provided for us, and to focus on the present. Some may consider this a false reality and hope, but I think there is a release on worry and stress to consider such an idea.

If the “slow way” is pursued, detached from the busyness of life, it most likely will prove to be beneficial that person. One may find themselves further “enlightened” by this action if their heart is open to listen and experience daily.

Ok onto the “fast way.”


The “fast way” is in a way another form of pilgrimage. To me, this term involves the act of travel but not solely focused in just one form of transport like walking or biking. It can be that one travels by train, plane, bus and car, but because the individual is seeking something in their journey, they will be inspired in their own way.


For example, someone could be seeking to experience the idea of community. In their journey, there wasn’t a set plan or place to go, it was just a “mission.” And in that journey, that individual may have found themselves accepted by a group of people, sharing meals, dancing, laughing and drinking and finding a satisfactory answer to what they were looking for. Other examples could be seeking friendship, faith, learning others ways of life or even love (though we all know that could be risky :)

There doesn’t even need to be a focus really. Just the idea of going with an open heart and mind to receive is enough. Personally, I always try to travel this way. One can travel with a very set agenda, with all the places they researched before on the schedule. It’s one way to travel, yet if someone has the option to stay and travel longer with flexibility, then it’s rewards will definitely be much more than the short-term option.


In a way we are all pilgrims, seeking answers to life, contemplating ideas of Truth, existence and purpose. There are many opinions, and each person has their own thoughts. The thoughts we are exposed to when we are young in our home environment are just that: thoughts we know at our local environment. The world is much bigger than that though, and when one goes to other environments and exposes themselves to other ideas and ways, one will definitely find themselves more “enlightened,” and maybe that is pilgrimage too.

Thanks for reading, feedback is definitely welcomes :)



Time to talk about Paris

In Personal Update, Travel on February 27, 2013 at 1:18 pm


I’m sure many have been able to visit Paris at some point. For me though, the first time I was able to explore this famed city was last week.

On my first trip to Europe in 2000, I did go to the Paris airport. But that experience was only limited to eating a croque monsieur, buying Cuban cigars and finagling a customs officer to stamp my passport. Hardly the experience.

And even though I had been to Europe many times after, and spending the better part of a year throughout the continent, Paris never happened.

Maybe I was dissuaded by the tourism of cities like Paris, Rome and Venice. I much rather preferred smaller towns and cities with less cameras and tour buses.

But this is February, in the heart of Winter and not many people travel during this time (at least not to the Northern hemisphere.) I had a friend who had moved to Paris three years ago and I promised to him that when I was in Europe again, I would visit him. So to honor that promise and to finally check out Paris, I hopped on a ride to the City of love, arts and baguettes.


From Maastrict, Netherlands to Paris I caught a ride share for 22 euros. A train would have cost close to 100 and a flight the same. I had used ride share in the US and am always happy to make new friends through the activity. While some people have an issue meeting and interacting with strangers, I have found it to be quite fun. I also promote the idea of renewing trust between people, so in a way I promote this through the action. If you do find yourself in Europe and want to find a ride, check out the website here.

I arrived in Paris and upon parking the car, I see an artist painting on his easel and hear a semi-pleasant voice singing opera from a 4th floor building. Ah, Paris. City of the arts! :)


Upon my first walk, I saw the famous Notre Dame cathedral. From a distance it looked massive and the front was one of the most impressive facades I had seen.


I got to a Metro and met my friend Jason Brown , whom I had been friends with since university days. It was nice to make his acquaintance again after a long 3 years. There was a lot of catching up to do and catch up we did.

The following day I met up with another friend Astra from the UK, who happened to be in Paris studying French. The funny thing about Astra besides her personality, is that we always seem to see each other every time I come to Europe. The past 5 times I have come to Europe, I have run into her. Sometime for just 15 minutes and sometimes for a few days. I have love for her and she’s a good friend.


Together, we walked to the Eiffel tower and Wow, what an amazing structure. I mean, yes, it’s the Eiffel tower, but some monuments lack the awe upon seeing them (such as the Pyramids of Egypt or the Great Wall for me) but the Eiffel tower really was a treat. We of course went up after waiting for only 15 minutes in line and saw some nice views.


We walked to the Trocodero, to the Arc de Triomphe and finally to the Champs Elysees. It was sort of surreal day to me because, you are somewhat raised seeing these places and then you actually see them all in one day. It was a good day, I took the metro back to Jason’s and rested that night to prepare for the next couple of days of tourism for me.


The next day Jason and I traversed around the city. We checked out some nice viewpoints, the front of the Opera house, a really nice Starbucks (you’ll see the photo below) and some art districts. One of the crazy highlights was the consuming of “Steak Tartare.” That’s straight up raw ground beef, mixed with a little soy sauce, tabasco and some other flavor. I don’t know why I did it, I guess Jason sort of “egged” me on. It was his first time trying it too. I didn’t get sick, but I definitely felt weird after and proceeded to eat a whole lemon and get drinking some beer real quick. What the @#@@ was I thinking?? Ah, this is what travel is all about :)

Ah, steak tartare...

Ah, steak tartare…



Yes, this is a Starbucks

Yes, this is a Starbucks

Ah, Europe

Ah, Europe



The day was nice and it ended with me of course going to a Couchsurfing meetup in Paris. The pub where it was held got seriously packed out with “CSer’s” and I met many people from all over the world as I always do. It’s always a great and fast way to make friends and get great local advice on the region you’re traveling to. If you’re in Paris, every Monday night at the Lions’ Pub at 8pm is the meetup. Good times~

My last day was spent visiting some museums. I decided to skip the Louvre for the next trip and went to the Musee D’Orsay and Musee Rodin. Together I saw some pieces of art I had wanted to see for a long time and Rodin is my favorite sculptor, so it was a treat to see some of his works. He truly had a gifted hand. I couldn’t take photos all the time of these works, so I’ll post which art I really enjoyed below.



Van Gogh

Van Gogh





Tiffany Vase

Tiffany Vase



I had an amazing time in Paris, there is so much to see. It was a wonderful 4 days, and I hope to spend more time there soon. Thanks for reading, and if you need tips on traveling there or anywhere, feel free to connect with me on my facebook.


Time to Go again

In Personal Update, Travel on February 7, 2013 at 6:03 pm

sbux vegas

So, I write this post from a Starbucks inside a Casino on the Las Vegas Strip. I see flashing lights on 1 cent slot machines, hear several different languages and wonder what sort of reality this would be if I stayed here indefinitely. Seems sort of like what I imagine hell to be.

Anyways, I didn’t come here to participate in the entertainment of this famed city. I came here because, well, it happened to be the best deal to fly out of this country to where I need to go. Yes, I’m off again and it seems for the better part of 2013 I will be abroad, and while I would like to say I am excited, I just feel it’s more normal than I’ve remembered in the past. It’s not vacation, I’ll be working the whole time while out. And I am in a place where I could be gone for quite a while.

I would like to say, “Yes! I am getting out of the country again, it’s a time to see new things, meet new people, try new foods!” But I guess to some degree, since I have traveled significantly abroad and in the states, and especially in the past three years, I sort of have this feeling of normalcy with the movement.


I was talking about this last night to someone who asked me about being excited to go. I said yes, I was, but it felt like I was just going to another state in the US. I’ve adapted quite well to navigating anywhere on this planet. I don’t know when it exactly happened, but through the experiences, I’ve gained the “Saavy-ness” to get around, and not just travel, but actually live anywhere. If I wanted to find work in any of these countries, I know how to go about it. If I needed to find those secret places where tourists don’t know about, I could do it. If I needed to find a wife in another country, then I could do…Well, ha, maybe that’s not too difficult, or really a good idea. :)

The thing is, while it is normal, it is exciting. I guess it just doesn’t really hit me until the flight attendant says “We are one hour away from _________.” Then it hits me. I am checking out another foreign land, I am going to witness different behaviors, listen to very different perspectives on family, politics and general life everyday. I am going to experience new food and drinks, I am going to see interesting architecture, and I am going to make new friends, whom I can keep in touch with easier than ever and whose friendship could likely blossom into something I would of never anticipated.

That is exciting. I’m in a starbucks in Vegas in a semi-smokey casino. It’s time to get the #@$% out. Stay tuned.

Unexpected theme from last week: The Fandango~

In Travel on May 4, 2012 at 1:35 am


Well maybe not olé, but rhythmic movement to the strums and hums of eight guitarras. The Fandango! No, it is not Fandango.com and I’m not offering any movie tickets, but it is a dance…a dance originating 400 years ago from Veracruz and  a dance that still exists today in the halls and houses of those who dare to participate in its embrace.

I was on my sailboat and I have had a book in there for some time. It made the cut for selected books in the small space when I moved from a house, for it was a classic for sailors: Two Years Before The Mast by Richard Henry Dana, Jr.

It’s the story of a young sailor in the 1830’s. A young sailor who was previously a student at Harvard but left on a sea voyage due to his “tiredness of the tedium of a slow convalescence.”

It is wonderful to read a book written by Dana during the adventurous age of sail. Stories of Old California in all its natural wild and wonder, of wild horses riding around, beautiful blue ocean and the fandango. Wait…Did you say the fandango?

Yes…I did. While these young sailors spent the better part of a couple of years in their brig named “The Pilgrim,” collecting hides from the coast to bring back to Boston for trade; they also had, upon occasion, “liberty days,” to go to shore and explore a bit on land and in the local pueblos of San Juan Capistrano or Santa Barbara amongst other California coastal towns.

“The Pilgrim”

Well, the local agent for the ship’s trading company was getting married. He was getting married to the lovely Donna Anneta, and they were having the wedding and gathering in town. With weddings during these days, it was “on these occasions no invitations are given, but everyone is expected to come, though there is always a private entertainment within the house for particular friends.” The father of the brides home was one of the established in town and it had a courtyard that could easily host a few hundred guests. This would be a good party needless to say.

When the bride came out of the church with the bridegroom, the flags from the ship that were seen in the distance were raised and the sailors fired a 23 shot salute in succession. Her flags lay up all day in their beautiful colors honoring the wedding celebration and when the sun came down, 23 shots were fired, her flags were lowered and the sailor boys got ready uniform to come ashore for the fiesta and fandango.

With all the guitars and violins, the music played. Hundreds of people were at the gathering, and the fandango was danced. There were some great dancers such as Don Juan Bandini, “who dressed in white pantaloons neatly made, a short jacket of dark silk, gaily figured, white stockings and thin morocco slippers. An occasional touch of the toe to the ground, seemed all that was necessary to give him a long interval of motion in the air.” The ladies loved Don Bandini, and he led a wonderfully dance with the brides sister to which everyone loudly applauded.

It was beautiful. There was love in the air, young men were looking at young ladies and the young señoritas were smiling and enjoying the festivities. There were all sorts of ways the young and single courted about. Techniques  such as placing your sombrero on a lady while she wasn’t looking was a male technique. She would have to wear the hat and  guess who the culprit was. If she found out who he was and was accepting of the suitor so far, she would wear the señors hat. But if she wasn’t particularly attracted to him, there was a point during the song where the ladies could all toss their hats if they pleased. This action was usually followed by lots of laughter amongst the ladies. There was also talk about ladies crushing eggs on the men as a way to let them know they liked them…Ahhh, the good old days!

Two days later, I find myself at a Fandango dance unexpectedly. It happened to be going on at a launch party I was attending for a new blog called the Globalist in Seattle. It’s focused on covering stories that are international in their scope drawing from Seattle’s diversity. While attending, the Seattle Fandango Project had come to offer their music and teach the dance. And as I sat next to my fellow Israeli couchsurfer friend while enjoying a bit of hummus and a dolma, I got up and walked over to participate, because when there are opportunities to dance, I rarely pass them up. And while I may not have had my Moroccan slips and silk robes on, I did have my Indonesian Batik and silk cowboys scarf, so Don Juan Saleme was ready to prance.

As I learned and enjoyed moving my feet to the steps and stomps, I took periodic sips from the drink in my hand, listened to the strumming of 10 something guitars and watched some great fandango from the lovely mujeres of the dance.

Learning of this historic dance  and dancing it in two days makes me love the variety and surprises of life. It became a theme for last week and I may have to go fandango’n again..

Ahhh…It was a nice surprise. Now I shall sign off for some sipping on my yerba mate. Thanks for reading~and keep dancing the fandango of la vida. :) Ciao~

A recent adventure

In Personal Update, Travel on April 27, 2012 at 12:01 am

Time for a blog again, and time for adventures again….Well actually adventures happen everyday in their own unique way. I had an adventure that all began with a sunny morning.. Read the rest of this entry »


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