Monday, July 30, 2012

GNO: Les Miserables

Planning a move to an exciting, romantic, fantastic, international destination like Rome (+/- 8 months to go!) is a dream come true for me, but every choice in life means a sacrifice of some sort. In choosing to move abroad, I leave behind one heck of a favorite little sister and her adorable, growing family. (Including my adorable-beyond-words Nephew, Q.)

Knowing that while I'm abroad, I'll have to do without my amazing sister, I've determined to make the most of the time we have left here in California. Whether it's sitting in the NICU hospital unit with her and her preemie twins, helping her pack for her upcoming move, chatting and laughing about nothing in particular, or wrangling Master Q so she can sleep for a few minutes, sister time is priceless.

Sometimes we're able to slip away for a GNO. Girls' Night Out is a real treat, especially now that sister has not one, but three small chilluns. (They're multiplying exponentially now!!!) This past friday night, we were able to make the trek into San Francisco to go see Les Miserables.

Les Miserables is my favorite musical, hands down. Wicked is a close second. But there's something just so touching/harrowing/lovely/praiseworthy-and-of-good-report about Les Miz. It gets to me every time I watch/listen to it. And every time I listen to it/watch it, I notice something new/different because I'm different. This story is universally applicable. I've had a copy of the soundtrack since I was a teenager. I memorized the music and read the book. This wasn't my first time seeing it, but this year a new production was created and presented in honor of the show's 25th anniversary.

This. Production.Was.Stunning. I bawled my eyes out. So did the sister. Well done, San Francisco LesMiz cast, well done.

If this traveling show comes to a city near you, please go! And so you enjoy it more, please, please, please read either the synopsis of the play or Victor Hugo's classic of the same name.

This GNO=Epic success.

That is all.



Friday, July 27, 2012

Greek Isles: Amorogos, Film, Monastery, Shipwreck

Have you ever heard of the film The Big Blue? No? Yes? Maybe? It was released in 1988. It's a Luc Besson film (creator of one of my favorite awesomely quirky/crazy films, The Fifth Element) so that should tell you something. A few things, actually. 1. It'll be slightly strange. 2. It'll be very creative. 3. There will be some kind of soulful revelation.

The Big Blue, or Le Grand Bleu is a story about a deep-sea diver. It was shot on several Greek Isles, including Amorogos, one of the amazing islands I visited while recently on a G Adventures sailing tour. Two locations on this beautiful, diverse island are easily recognizable in the film. First, the shipwreck. To this day, an old tanker lies nestled against the cliffs on the remote side of the island. You can drive over there and enjoy a day on the beach (make sure to take loads of sunscreen, water and toilet paper for the pit toilet.) and if the conditions aren't too bad, you can swim right up to the shipwreck. If sea conditions are choppy, don't attempt the swim. There's an undertow and chances of you getting slammed against the cliffs are high. No lifeguard on duty.




Second, the Monastery. Easily one of THE MOST GORGEOUS places I've ever seen, the Monastery on Amorogos is a sight to behold!



The name of this place is Hozoviotissa. I have no idea how to pronouce it. It was built to house 30 monks, but now only three live there. In the film, the facade doubles as a hotel in a composite of matte painting and CG effects. But in real life, this gem is an actual church built into the side of a cliff. The inside is quite interesting.


 I'm a little bit in love with this staircase.



Photos aren't allowed on the top most floor. Once you arrive in the upper compartment, you'll be offered a glass of Raki (Which I passed on, not being a drinker of alcohols) and a sweet. (It's Turkish Delight, except this is Greece, so don't call it that, whatever you do!) You're invited to sit, contemplate and relax in this room. While you do so, feel free to observe the mecca of wealth that has been left by previous visitors: Rolex Watches, Jewels, Money and other such valuables.
 (Perhaps you're supposed to feel inclined to also contribute as you're sitting there contemplating all of that generously donated wealth God.)



The view from the monastery... paradise!

In any case, be sure to check out the film while you're on Amorogos, which, lucky for you, is played EVERY NIGHT at Pub Le Grand Bleu. Enjoy a bite, some drinks and good company while watching this funny, fairly strange gem of a film, and the island's modern claim to fame.

The pub owner, introducing the film (on the left) and one of the skippers of the three G Adventures boats docked in Amorogos that night on the right (He's also some kind of world cup sailing champion). We all had a grand time watching Le Grand Bleu!




Wednesday, July 25, 2012

The Departure Lounge: How to Be A Guest

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The Departure Lounge: How to be a Guest
By Christy & Mary, of My Life in Scotland

Christy:
Planning on moving to Rome has inspired a lot of people to tell me they're coming to visit!
Friends and family and even nearly-perfect strangers all want to share in the excitement, intrigue, romance of travel and exploration! I’ve heard cries of “I’m soooooooo coming!” from my sister, mother, countless friends and even my hair dresser!

Too funny!


While I’m excited to go and explore solo on my trip, I’m also excited to have visitors! I’ve hosted numerous people, at sea, on land, et cetera; I’ve had enough experience with playing the host to have formed solid, reasonable expectations for a guest. Here are my tips for being a guest:

RESEARCH
Do your own research before you arrive. There is nothing more frustrating for a host than a guest who doesn’t know what they want to do, and sloughs off every expectation for “having a good time” on their host. Keep in mind: Your host lives in the place you’re visiting. He/She will know of some great things to do there, but he/she will not know what it is you are truly interested in. You may think that saying “I’ll do whatever” means you’re being flexible and trying to work with your hosts schedule, but it’s actually quite stressful for the host. Spend a few minutes on tripadvisor.com researching things to do in the place you’re visiting and let your host know ahead of time so the proper arrangements can be made.

TIME
Keep in mind that your host lives where you’re visiting: While you may be on vacation and are feeling care free and out for non-stop fun, your host is probably not on vacation (That’s why he/she is still at home), sure the host may be able to get a day or two off from work to tour you around the region, but at the end of that time the host will have to return to work – be respectful of your host’s time.
I once hosted a guyfriend’s girlfriend for the weekend. It.Was.Awful. I asked only that they text me to let me know when she would be dropped off each night, so I could let her into the house (I wasn’t comfortable giving her a key). They would text me at half ten pm and not show up for four more hours. Really, really frustrating.

I’m not going to be working while I’m in Rome, but I will have personal projects going on – reading, writing, learning the language, so don’t expect that I can or will want to devote every waking hour to doting on you. I’m not a babysitter. I like my independence. You should, too.

CLEANLINESS
You may have just scored a free place to stay, but you’re not staying in a hotel and there is no maid!! Clean up after yourself. Make your bed. If you’re sleeping on a couch in a public room, fold up your blankets and sheets and pack away your suitcase during the day. You’re in someone else’s home.

MEALS
Most hosts will provide breakfast for you, and sometimes feed you every single meal. (Personally, my lifestyle is not such that I can offer that to a guest.) If your host offers to feed you, please let him/her know, in advance, if you have any food allergies or special dietary needs.

A couple of friends came to stay in my house for a few nights – I asked if there were any allergies or preferences for food before they arrived, and the answer came back, ‘no’ – however, on arrival, (at 11:00 at night) I found out that one of the guests had a milk allergy and was just expecting a piece of toast in the morning. I don’t usually keep bread in my house and had nothing to feed her in the morning, despite my efforts.

RESOURCES
I am not independently wealthy. Sure, I have a good job, but I live relatively modestly. Don’t expect me to spend my hard-earned resources on your vacation. Yes, I want to go and play with you and I can pay for my own tickets and meals, but I’m not going to pay for yours. This is especially true for the time I’ll be abroad. My resources will be limited. You’ll be expected to pay for your share of what you do.

Horror story:
I live in a duplex house and know the girls who live next door to me fairly well. They somehow ended up hosting a guest for several weeks. Every few days I’d hear horror stories about how awfully this guest was behaving. The guest, an RN (that’s a nurse, if you didn’t know) with a great job in the area, had her lease run out on her without the option to renew (the house was being sold). She knew it was happening but failed to actually go out and find a new place to live. Instead, she invited herself to stay with my neighbors because it was free. My poor, unsuspecting neighbors!! While the nurse was there, she also (without permission) ate their food. She ran up their utilities. She used their laundry soap. She used their shampoo and toiletries. She monopolized their living room, leaving her clothing and belongings strewn everywhere. She invited her boyfriend over to make out in the living room until the wee hours of the morning, and played movies very loudly. Then she took all the money she saved on rent, utilities, food and toiletries and went to Thailand for several months. To this day, she doesn’t think she’s done anything wrong.

I’m not sure why there is such a sense of entitlement among so many people these days, and so little willingness to work for what one does have. Mooches are not welcome.

If you're my guest*:
-Expect to pay for your own meals if we eat out.
-Expect that my apartment in Rome will be tiny and there may only be one bed. You may have to share, or sleep on a futon.
-Expect to pay for your own airplane, train, bus, subway and ferry tickets. Also, your own taxis or any other type of transfer from one place to another.
-Expect to pay for your own tickets to tourist attractions. (I’ve already been, if I go again, it’s to go with you, not because I want to pay to see the same place again).
-Unless I have access to internet and an unlimited international calling plan, expect to pay for your own internet and phone use.
-If we have to rent a car or a vehicle, expect to pay for half the rental and gas.

If you can't afford any of the above, then you can't afford to travel.

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MARY:
If you don't like hosting guests, you shouldn't move abroad. When we first moved to Scotland all those people that we couldn't remember but suddenly were our best friends wanted to come and stay with us in our new holiday destination. I've stopped counting the number of visitors that have passed through Scotland in the 4.5 years we've been here. Early on we lived in a studio flat and didn't have the heart to say no to friends who wanted to crash at our place during their stay. Looking back it was kind of funny. 4 people sleeping in an itty bitty flat. My husband and I in our bed looking down on two of my girl friends who barely fit on the floor space. Our couch wasn't big enough to actually sleep on so other visitors would lay down and their feet would hang off the edge. But, we just didn't have the heart to say No. 

We'd been in Scotland about 9 months when I got an email from a friends old room mate. I knew of her because of my friend but we were never actually friends or anything. I got this email telling me how her dream has always been to visit Scotland. She then preceded to ask me if she could stay with us during her visit. I'm a people-pleaser, I have trouble saying no. Please don't use that knowledge against me. So, I said yes. I explained that we lived in a studio flat and she wouldn't have a bed. Not even a couch to sleep on. It would be the floor. Hoping that would deter her from staying, but nope. She was after free accommodation, and we were it. Not only did she sleep on the floor but we were expected to cover her meals. She expected me to show her around and pay for sight seeing excursions for her. I barely knew her. But, she felt she knew me well enough to use me. She got one heck of a vacation on the De Bastos household. 

This next story is still a bit of sore spot with us. It happened almost 2 yrs ago. But, it was bad. My sister had an acquaintance whom was moving to Scotland and she asked me to look out for her. Sure, no problem. It might even be fun to have another American around. What ended up happening was something different. Upon her arrival we learned she still had not procured a place to stay. She asked us if she could stay with us for a few days while she got something lined up. She ended up staying for a month. She would have been there longer if we weren't moving the very next day and had family members coming to stay with us. When she arrived, her hair was bright purple. I have nothing against purple hair. What I do have a problem with is that the dye was so new she left two large purple stains on our white leather couch as well as my white towels and linens. No apologies were ever mentioned.

While I was pregnant and working full time, I was trying desperately to help her find a place to live. I was using my money to take her around on the bus and taxi's and using my time off to help her. I was exhausted to say the least, but nothing was good enough for her. We took her to church with us and she told the people there that if she didn't find a place to live before we moved, she would just move with us to our new place since it had an extra bedroom. She never cleaned up after herself and our flat was a pigsty. She wouldn't buy her own groceries and she was eating all our food. She would sit on her bum all day on the internet while my husband and I were at work. Then we'd come home and clean up her crap. I was 7 months pregnant at the time. She let me get on my hands and knees and scrub the bathtub while she watched. When we finally did find her a place to stay, we brought all of her belongings there and she then told us she wouldn't be staying there yet. I was livid. Why wouldn't she be staying in an apartment she paid for? At that point I was so mad I was about to have a heart attack. She ended up staying in Scotland for 6 months. There is enough stuff that happened during that month for me to write a book about it. We never received a single Thank you for our troubles. We didn't even know her. Worst experience ever.

We're a bit older and wiser I'd like to think. We do things differently now than we did before. Here are some of the things we like to do for our visitors now: 
  • While I can't house visitors any longer, I do try and help them find a place to stay. We send over links to our favorite hotels in the area and let them choose from them. We feel better about at least helping them find the right accommodation.
  • Before they arrive I like to send them my favorite links and resources for things to do. While I can only handle the Scotland Top 10 so many times, I want to make sure that my visitors see them. We like to help plan their itinerary, if they will let us. We do live here after all!
  • We hand over a pre-paid cell phone loaded with credits. It's nice to make sure they are able to get a hold of us when meeting up or texting for quick advice or information. 
  • We hand over a map of the cities they are visiting. I can feel at ease knowing they can find their own way if I am unable to go with them.
  • If they have something on their to-do list that I've not done, I make sure and go with them. I'm always up for some new adventure and it makes for some good times with friends.
Visitors can be great, especially when we're so far away from family and friends but if you travel abroad to see a friend please be gracious. Christy had some tips for if you come to stay with her in Rome  next year. I'd echo her statements from the rooftop for my next guests! DO THIS in other words.

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Now that’s all out of the way, we’ll get along grandly, so let the good times roll!!
* Sorry, readers, this is not an invitation to perfect strangers or quasi-acquaintances to come and stay with me.

Have any questions for Christy or Mary? Leave us a comment!

Monday, July 23, 2012

Snapshots from Virginia: Farm Life

A thunderstorm moving in.
Wheat crop ready for harvest.
Sprouting soy plants as far as the trees.






Friday, July 20, 2012

Greek Isles: Amorogos, Exploring Ancient Minoa

Amorogos... to this day, I still sigh a sigh of sheer, heavenly, relaxed happiness when I think of Amorogos. It's one of those little places that gets under your skin. It's kind of amazing. Kind of unique. Kind of cool. Really, it's really all of those things.

A large-ish bay, complete with berths for sailboats awaits those who wander to this little island. Whatever you do, while securing your GAdventures Sailing vessel, don't jump into the water and go for a swim or you'll get into BIG, finger-wagging trouble from the local authorities. And by BIG, finger-wagging trouble, I mean that the local authorities hadn't seen excitement of that caliber in YEARS and made a big to-do of it when the skipper of our boat (a bit of a sea-monkey) made merry and hopped into the bay for a swim. The excitement was such that within the hour all of the shop-keepers and restaraunteurs up and down the promenade would spot our skipper, then point to brave Ekavi, our vessel, and then shake their tanned, weathered heads and whisper things in Greek that sounded oh-so-very ominous!

The remedy to such head bobbing and finger-wagging kerfufle? Flash them a genuine smile, and you'll win them over easily enough.

Having begun our time so famously on Amorogos, I just knew, deep in my gut, that this island would be something *special*, something extra fantastic, something quintessentially Greek. So, leaving my boat-mates behind, I determined to set out and explore on my own. I rented my first-ever scooter and began to wind my way around the island's tortuous, breezy roadways, falling in love with the towns I passed and not really having a clue where I was going.

The first sign that caught my eye was this one:

And my jaw dropped and my sixth-grade-studies-about-ancient-Minoa-and-Mycenae lessons came to mind and I did a happy dance on the seat of my scooter and promptly fell off. Just kidding. (Wouldn't that have been crazy? I mean, it was hard enough driving the darned thing with my busted [dislocated only two days prior] thumb.)

And I thought to myself: self, you became a history nerd in the sixth grade, only you didn't realize it until now. 

So I drove my scooter up and down hilly climes, around wind-whipped outcroppings and onto a treacherous dirt path that actually did try to buck me from my scooter. (But I stayed on!) And I decided that quad bikes are definitely more my style than scooters. Que Sera. And I arrived. Here:
I was the only person there. The only vehicle around for miles was mine. 
Time, it seemed, had tried it's best to forget this place.

Those mounds of rocks and rubble (pictured) are all that remain of a civilization that existed and thrived on this island thousands of years ago. How exciting is that??? Well, really, the ruins were a bit anticlimactic in person, as was the literature explaining the place:

 But for this American gal, this much history all at my fingertips was positively thrilling. And I will always, always remember that I visited a place I studied in the sixth grade. And that feels like some kind of large accomplishment to me.


The low-down on Amorogos:

-You can reach Amorogos by boat: Sailboat, Ferry or luxury yacht cruise.
-The food is delicious. Everywhere on this island. Gyros. Greek Salads, Bakery Pastries. Yummy. Eat up.

Don't Miss:
-The Monastery
-The shipwreck
-Le Gran Blue Cafe
-Ancient Minoa and Mycenae

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

The Departure Lounge: Products Abroad

 
The Departure Lounge: Products Abroad

When I think about my upcoming move to Italy, I’m not going to lie, a couple of things unnerve me. One of those things is where on earth I’ll get the products I use every day and like. I'm not Mary Poppins and I don't have a magical bag with an unlimited supply of everything I'll ever need. Wouldn't that be nice? When I move abroad I'll have verrrry limited space to pack everything I'll need for six months. Or at least everything I'll need to get me started, and functioning, long enough to find replacements when I run out.

In my case, the products I’ll be looking for abroad are toiletries and maybe some over-the-counter (in the US) medications. Yes, I know, toiletries. Oh-so-very-girly of me. But if you know me at all you know that my makeup and skincare products are probably the girliest thing about me, they are my concession and my extravagance. Also, I’ve done enough traveling abroad to know that it can be a real inconvenience to try and find things like lotion and sunblock if you don’t speak the language. Not only is the written language different, but also the very type of packaging is different abroad. Shapes, sizes, colors – it all looks different. It’s confusing.

Lets face it, if you’re a woman, you’ve probably spent a great deal of time and money on finding the “right” skincare, makeup, lotions and other products. You’ve probably got a stash of half-used shampoos and lotions under your sink, stuff you bought and didn’t like and will never finish using, but you don’t want to throw it out either. Well, I don't have room for all of that stuff in my backpack, and I won't have money to blow on things I don't actually use, so it's important that I only carry around the essentials. Living out of a backpack also means that I won't have room to tote around a six-month supply of every product I use. And if you know anything about the Italian postal service, you know you can’t really rely on it to deliver, well, just about anything, so shipping stuff from the US is not really a feasible option for getting my favorite products to me.

Let's get personal...
I'm going to tell you what I'm worried about being able to find while abroad. This is down-and-dirty personal stuff, so be prepared to get to know me a little bit better than I ever thought I'd let you... ;)

 These products are what I'll probably run out of while traveling and need to replenish:

-Skincare: I love Philosophy’s eye creams, face creams, hand creams… well, just about every kind of cream they make. I’ve been uber-impressed with their products, which work better and cost less (sometimes by as much as 1/3) than some of the other department store brands I’ve tried. These products aren’t something I buy frequently, maybe every six to eight months, so odds are that I won’t have to replenish my stock while on this trip if I take full jars when I leave. But what if my bag is stolen or a jar breaks? After a little online research, I found that the nearest place to buy Philosphy products to Italy is all the way over in the UK, at Boots stores. Quasi-inconvenient, yes, but I’ve got friends over there I’d love to visit, so if I’m running low I can make sure to visit a Boots store while visiting those friends. (No, I'm not going to fly to London solely to buy eye cream.)


-Facial Cleanser: Proactiv. Yes, I use Proactiv. I had acne (horrible acne) as a teen and even into my early twenties. I use the stuff to this day because it works. Or maybe it worked and I don’t need it anymore. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll cut ties and see… maybe not. But if I don’t, is it available in Europe? I need new bottles of it every 2.5 months and the bottles are too bulky to think about carrying around a 6-month supply.

-Makeup: This doesn’t worry me too much. All of the brands I use (Bobbi Brown, Chanel, Lancome – told you I splurge on my makeup.) can be purchased at most Duty Free shops abroad (many airports in Europe are like luxury shopping malls). I plan on making a ton of side trips from Italy to... lots of places, so replacing my makeup when needed can be easily done in airports. This isn't often.

-Feminine Products: Men, skip this one, obviously. I’m fiercely loyal to my feminine products, mostly because the brands I use haven’t ever let me down. That's why I still use them. Logical, n'est-ce pas? Girls, you know what I’m talking about. Sure, women all around the world suffer from the monthly plague, but are Tampax and Kotex available in Italy? I don’t know. These products are sooooo bulky that I'm going to have no choice but to rely on what is available in Italia. Oyvey.

-Midol: Another bit guys might want to skip... Actually, do I really need to explain this one? Didn't think so. All I will say is that Midol Complete is a miracle of modern science.

-Excedrin and Ibuprofen: I’m not big on taking painkillers, really. I know you don’t believe me after listing Midol just above, but I’d rather suffer through most things (other than cramps) than take painkillers. That said, time and place for everything. I was dang glad I had ibuprofen with me when I dislocated my thumb last year. One thing to be aware of while abroad is that Ibuprofen is not Ibuprofen outside of the US. It's got a different name. In Italy, it's known as Moment. In the UK it's Anadin, Galoprofen, Ibugel, Oribefen, Rimafen or Anthrofen. Lots of times, things that are available over the counter in the US are only available with a prescription abroad. I don't want to have to go and see a doctor because I'm a klutz and want some normal-strength painkillers. (No, I'm not a drug specialist or a pharmacist, I looked all of those names for Ibuprofen up online.)


Lets see what our resident Expat Expert, Mary, of My Life in Scotland, has to say about where to find your favorite products while abroad. Perhaps she even knows where I can find a few on my list…


Products Abroad  
01. {Simple Refreshing Face Wash}  Keeps my skin looking fresh!

02. {Simple Replenishing Moisturizer} It's so light and gets the job done.

03. {Galaxy Chocolate} Best. Chocolate. Ever. 

04. {Tampax Pearl} I'm so glad we now have these in Scotland! 

05. {Dr. Pepper} This is my 3pm snack when I'm about ready to jump off a cliff from the tough day. 

06. {Debenhams Sheer LipGloss} I don't always have time to wear make-up now that I'm a Mom but I can easily swipe some of my new favorite lip gloss on and feel a little bit more put together.

07. {Body Shop Olive Body Butter} My skin has never felt so soft! I also used this on my belly while I was pregnant. Kept the stretch marks away. I really love Body Shop products.

08. {Comfort Fabric Softner} I couldn't make it here without fabric softner. Using the dryer takes 90 min not to mention the cost in electric is extortion. It's easier to hang clothes to dry. I'm obsessed with a new Tropical scent they have!

Would you find it hard to be without your favorite products? What couldn't you live without? Are you willing to try something new? 

Here are my tips for Christy's favorite American products:
  • When I come to visit you Christy I will bring whatever you want from Boots! 
  • I've never seen Midol over here in Scotland, so I'm not sure they'll have it in Italy. Stock up girl. 
  • They will have Ibuprofen but probably not Excedrin. 
  • Your favorite femine products will be a toss up. Good luck with that!
  • I'll find out about ProActiv for you! 

Have any questions for Christy or Mary? Leave us a comment!
 

Monday, July 16, 2012

Snapshots from Virginia: Summer Rain in Williamsburg

A sudden summer rainstorm on a humid, early summer afternoon. 

A quick run for cover. Soaked clothing.

Steamy pavement as the world dries in the heat of the day.






Friday, July 13, 2012

Capture the Color Photography Contest

www.travelsupermarket.com is hosting a clever photography contest. Bloggers can enter by publishing a blog post of photos that capture the colors blue, green, yellow, white and red.

Here's my entry:

YELLOW: 
 I shot this photo on my first trip to Rome, in 2009. Why it took me until 2009 to visit Rome, I have no clue. I fell completely in love with the old, romantic, dirty, historic, fabulous city immediately, but especially with the buttery yellow color I saw everywhere, from the buildings to the sky.



BLUE:
While in Utah for a friend's wedding, I took a drive out to remote Saltair to see the weird salt/sand flats and the Salt Lake. A storm moved through during my time there and this is one of the really cool images from that day. The sky was so gray and ominous one moment and the next moment it opened up and *Bam* hello, gorgeous blue!



RED: 
My first taste of Greece was sampled via Sailboat. I snapped this photo of my chipped, red-polished toes just before jumping into the 19ft of beckoning, brilliant blue-green waters in the cove of a tiny, near-deserted island in the Greek Dodecanese Islands. (Of course, I put the camera down first.)



GREEN:
Exploring the beautiful Wadi Rum Preserve in Jordan was, at times, kind of like being on a driving version of Disney's Jungle Cruise. I think good ol' Walt must have visited this place and tried to mimic it's utterly amazing, exploratory (Indiana Jones-ish) feel. Pink sands, crystal clear starry skies at night and an unforgettable time staying overnight with the Bedouins in Wadi Rum were topped only by my falling head over heels for this amazing, faded old army-green truck. I was offered it, as part of my dowry, if I agreed to marry the local Sheik. Sadly, I had to leave the truck, and the Sheik behind.



WHITE:
While walking across one of Stockholm's many, many bridges, (the city was built on 14 islands) I happened to look down and see this gorgeous, swirly black body of water, almost oily looking it was so black. As I pulled my camera out, several swans, native birds to that region of the world, but beautifully exotic in mine, paddled into the area. I quickly fired off several shots and was super excited about this one.

All images Copyright Christy Warnick, 2012 

For the contest, I'm nominating: @sweetbookshelf, @kellywestover_, @itravel81, @the_HoliDaze, @natthefatrat and @OopseyDaisy917

To check out this fab photo contest, click here: http://www.travelsupermarket.com/c/holidays/capture-the-colour/

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

The Departure Lounge: The Gap Year

 

The Departure Lounge: The Gap Year
By Christy & Mary of My Life in Scotland

Christy
One major consideration that stops many people from an extended travel break is work. Jobs are important. Let's face it, if you're a working professional you've probably spent ages in school, and a lifetime at work in order to get to where you are on the proverbial job ladder. Perhaps you're like me: I've finally reached a good place in my work life - I feel valued, I have my own office and, even though I work too much and sometimes my job stresses me out, I like my job. I'm building a retirement fund. My student loans repayments are well under way, I've got some savings and my car is paid off. (Yes, the savings and the car will be used to pay for my trip.) I'm at a good point in life in general.

So maybe you think it seems foolish to take a sabbatical and jeopardize it all at this point. I mean, what happens if things change while I'm gone? What happens if I lose my job while away, because I'm away?

Well. I happen to agree, on paper, it does seem like a dumb idea to take an extended trip at this point in my career. But the point I'm at in life is the same point that most people come to: Now is the time when many people take on some sort of larger risk - marriage, children, a mortgage, a business venture, etc.

This trip is essentially the same thing: A gamble, a gamut, a business venture. That's how I'm looking at my gap year (gap six months) - as an investment in my future. Sure, it's a costly investment, but most are, and when push comes to shove, it's only money. Experiences and expertise are the true salt of life. In fact, they're what really matter. Experience is what makes us specialists, artists, cultivators, teachers; human. And this particular experience, for me, will help to grow me, my perspective and give me more to offer to my life and my employer in the future.

Perhaps you don't have an employer that will let you take a sabbatical. If so, do you really want to work for a company that doesn't value your well-being and support your dreams? Sure, jobs are hard to come by these days, but truly if taking a break is important to you, then you'll figure out the job situation when you get home.

Perhaps you're worried about how said gap will look on your resume.
I say, a gap travel year is a year as an entrepreneur of life.

So what are you priorities? Decide. Decide what is important to you.

Let's see what Mary, of My Life in Scotland, has to say about taking a gap year:


Mary
Taking a Gap Year is very popular here in the UK. Prince William even took one before he started University. It is quite common to take some time off after you graduate and go volunteer around the world. Travel. Experience life. Then come back and hunker down at school. It makes sense to me! I think this should be more common place in the United States. But hey, enough about that. How do you fit in a gap year anyway?

My husband took a Gap Year when he was 29 yrs old. He actually quit his job, grabbed his savings, and went to a language school in America. He was living his dream. He wanted to learn English and he was done putting it off. This decision has shaped nearly every major decision he's made since. His life would not be the same if he didn't throw caution to the wind and leave for America. Now he's been speaking English for 11 years and he's fluent. A shop attendant actually asked him last week if he was American! Many doors have opened for him since learning English.

There is much to consider when taking a year, or whatever time you deem appropriate, off of your professional life. Is it something you can fit in? I personally believe that if you want to do it, then you will.

I took some time out of school to work onboard cruise ships. I really loved this experience. I need to write more about it because I learned so much about myself and about the world while cruising the Caribbean. Not to mention it was some of the most fun I've ever had in my life. I also took 18 months to serve a mission for my church in California. It was an experience that shaped me to the core. I paid my own way and worked hard. These are experiences I'd never trade for millions of dollars. If you take a gap year you too can have experiences you'd never trade.



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Monday, July 9, 2012

Snapshots from Virginia: Walking the Backroads

A summer walk down white, sandy backroads.
Fluffy clouds reflected in a pond.
Velvety moss growing on the edges of the forest.








Friday, July 6, 2012

Greek Isles: Levita

Exploring Greece by sailboat certainly had it's advantages. Being able to stop at the tiny island of Levita was one of those advantages. Too small to attract a ferry, WAY too small for anything so ostentatious as a cruise ship terminal. With practically no natural resources, except perhaps an abundance of open land to raise goats, Levita is one of those places that truly feels forgotten in time and history.

Levita:

Population: 1,000 goats, 20 sheep, 3 donkies and 5 humans.

Buildings: Three

Electricity: Generator

Dock: Anchorage

Happy, happy, happy, happy Christy.


One family lives on the island. They raise goats and sheep, which live free-range over the sparsely vegetated, rocky terrain. They run a small restaurant, which you are (unofficially) expected to eat at in exchange for using an anchorage in the perfect little harbor.

An afternoon hike. A great meal. Sleeping on deck under a bright, starry span that went on forever. An early swim in the perfectly clear Mediterranean sea. Levita is on my list of best places visited. Ever.


No wind in most of the Dodecanese at this time, so we motored from Kos to Kalymnos to Levita.

A brutal (no trail, uneven, crumbly, rocky terrain, juniper and other thorny, ouchy brush) three-hour hike from harbor to farthest point to see the ruins of an old Roman lighthouse and a shipwreck. Fail and fail. Neither were visible. But the hike was great exercize.

 Sunset shot of one of the three buildings on the island, the restaurant. The menu included your choice of Goat Kebab, Goat ribs or Goat Meatballs. All served with fries and veggies. I'll have the goat. (It was actually quite tasty.)

All tucked in for the evening.

 Sunset over the dinghy - our mode of transport to the mainland.

Waking to crystal clear waters , 19 feet deep, and diving in: Sheer, uninhibited bliss.


When visiting Levita:
DON'T
-Wear flipflops while hiking, or you'll break your shoes (like the girl who was hiking with me) and probably your ankle.  
-Bother looking for a beach. Not here.
-Be intimidated by the crazy friendly donkey. Emphasis on CRAZY. 
-Forget to close the gates behind you. The animals will get out.

DO
-Bring enough water and snacks for the hike across the island. It'll take 3-4 hours. I misjudged the distance, estimating 1.5-2 hours and didn't take enough resources.
-Slather on the sunblock.
-Sleep under the stars on the deck of your boat. Amazing.
-Go for a morning swim in crystal-clear waters while listening to holiday music. (Madonna's Holiday and La Isla Bonita will set the scene most appropriately).
-Try the goat!

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Snapshots from Virginia: Down the Nottoway

Cousins in a canoe.
Families of Geese floating with their young. 
Mama goose taking flight.







Monday, July 2, 2012

Greek Isles: Kalymnos

Though I could have spent the entire week just at sea on the 50-foot sailboat Ekavi, island hopping in Greece, by nature, means that you have to stop sailing at some port and actually visit various islands. Que sera.

The first overnight stop that our skipper picked after leaving Kos was at the island of Kalymnos.

Kalymnos is a small island in the Dodecanese chain of Greek islands with a very small population. Much of the island is desolate. Historically Kalymnos is known for it's sponges. Divers since ancient times have harvested the waters around the island for sponges - and not the green Cello brand you pick up in the store. Natural sponges come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. They're fantastic for bathing, but also highly favored by artists and clay workers. They're brownish in color and super soft and they were for sale EVERYWHERE in the port area.

Image from: http://www.spongeskalymnos.gr/

Sponge and souvenir sellers lined the port area, which was a quaint, quiet, adorably Greek place. Kalymnos is an unassuming port, very restful. All along the waterfront were cute restaurants and shops.


When we went for lunch, a camera crew showed up, accompanied by some teeny-bopper looking girl and two wanna-be ghetto-fabulous rapper-type guys. The camera guys set up, an assistant turned on a boom-box and the girl started singing along to some Greek Pop song. They were totally shooting a music video. It.Was.Hilarious. We couldn't stop giggling about it... it was just so ridiculous!


The singer chick in the center (obviously) - the guy on her right was some kind of Greek Eminem wannabe. The guy on her left - no clue why he was there. He didn't do much.


My boat mates and I chose to pass the afternoon by hiking up a massive hill to an Orthodox Greek Monastery. We walked up, up, up - through the vertiginous town. We passed families in the courtyards just outside of their front doors, sitting together, laughing and eating. We smiled and waved and they returned suit. I don't think I've ever seen people that smiled so wholeheartedly as they did, with their mouths, eyes and souls.






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