All Inclusive, All Canadian?

Ahh Mexico, land of beaches, all you can drink margaritas, and enough bottles of corona in the mini bar to knock all 3 of us out for a day.

There’s a level of adaptation involved in this holiday for sure: copious amounts of food, booze and room service (where the heck did room service put my slippers this time?) isn’t exactly hard to get used to, but sure feels odd.

And I certainly don’t feel like I’m in a different country. More like, I’ve found a really gorgeous hotel & beach during summer in Canada (a very warm summer). We haven’t really been off the resort and Puerto Vallarta’s Malecon, or boardwalk, which we explored yesterday, looks like something out of Disney – aka, not ‘real’ Mexico.

Truthfully, the cab ride back to the hotel yesterday as the only thing that made me feel like I’m in a different country and got me excited about that fact – all “ooh, look at those mountains to explore – ooh, a church – ooh, a tiny, windy cobblestone path, I want to walk up it!”

To me, the random little things that show how dissimilar my environment is to home are what get me excited about a holiday and are hopefully what I’ll discover today – just as soon as I decide which little nearby town I want to visit :)

*Written April 17, 2013

Viva la Mexico!

I’m delighted to announce – that I’m going back out on the road again!!

Ok, it’s not a big adventure like a certain six months of my life last year were, but after six months at home…. any adventure seems potentially a) huge and b) fantastic.

And so, throughout the rest of this week, I’ll be adding the last items to my suitcase, getting boosters renewed, and generally being ready to hit the sunny beaches of MEXICO!

That’s right: I’m off to Puerto Vallarta Saturday morning for six days of sun & fun with my two best friends. To say I’m excited is an understatement; this trip is the coming-together of an idea I had about 5 years ago when I went “hey, you know what – we should go on a really amazing holiday together for our 30th birthdays”.

Thanks to the vagaries of fate and fortune, the type of trip I was envisioning wound up being a) first impossible for financial reasons b) taken by myself, solo, last year and c) generally delayed by the fact we haven’t all been on the same continent as each other or evil medical residency on-call schedules.

So the trip is later than we’d planned (32nd birthdays are looming) shorter than we daydreamed, and closer to home, and yet….

Mexico!
+35 weather!
A beach!
Reasons to wear sundresses and swimsuits for the first time in eight months!
A 5 star inclusive resort!

The last one is the one that really makes me excited – and a bit apprehensive. The last few years, all my travel has involved a backpack and someone else’s couch or a hostel bunk – or maybe, if I was splashing out (and there wasn’t a hostel in town) – a private room at a 2 star hotel. I have always had to carry my possessions long distances and wear sensible shoes

And now, to be going to a five star resort (Now Amber), where there’s room service and the pool will actually have water in it, and an airport delivery service, and the booze is free and the rooms are apparently cleaned daily & I don’t have to worry about walking into my room to find someone else in their underwear sitting on my bed (yes, all of these have either happened or been offered but never materialized)?

Somewhere I can take pretty clothes and wear HEELS and generally not have to worry about a damn thing except which restaurant to go to for dinner? This is totally outside my current experience of what ‘travel’ means, or ‘vacation’, for that matter.

And sounds rather heavenly as a result.

I’m excited to try something new, excited for adventures and misadventures (it’s me, there’ll be one ridiculous occurrence at least), and excited to do some travelling/vacationing with a group vs. on my own for once. And I doubt I’ll get addicted to this type of vacationing vs. my usual method of travel – I enjoy the bizarre moments that come with trying to navigate yourself through different cultures on a non-existent budget too much (and I’m too poor).

Most of all, though, I’m looking forward to creating terrific memories with my two friends, and looking forward to sharing some of those stories on this blog once I’m back!

Hasta Luego!

Jo

Safety and Travel – Why you should travel solo anyways

I’ve been thinking a lot about safety and travel lately. First Sarai Sierra was found dead in Instanbul. Then it was reported this week that the travel bloggers of Two on Four Wheels died in a road accident in Thailand. And I realized it felt more than necessary to add my voice to those speaking about travel safety.

There’s been so many negative comments about the victims and their ways of travelling – that it wasn’t safe, that they were taking too much of a risk, travelling solo or without a tour, that they should have known better. I myself have had both tragedies pointed out to me as reasons why maybe I should be a little more careful, travel a little less.

Why?

Travel isn’t ‘safe’ they say. But what is?

In the travel blog community, most people are upfront about what they’ve encountered, security wise – and have blogged about it. There’s a large number of solo women travellers who have talked about the dangerous things that happened to them on the road. There’s probably plenty more who haven’t, because they don’t want to worry friends or family, be told to stop travelling. Things have happened to me that make people at home think I’m freakin’ crazy to ever leave the country.

And yet, we’ve all kept travelling.

Why?

Because all these things could – and do – also happen at home.  As @AdventurousKate has mentioned in a very recent post on this same topic, she got mugged in her hometown after returning from travel – and know from personal experience she’s not the only traveller with that type of experience. Every single day we read about women being raped in their own neighbourhoods, of shootings on ‘safe’ city streets, of muggings and crimes rampant throughout North America.  This morning, someone in my hometown was killed in a hit and run car accident. Every person in North America has at least several friends who’ve been raped, mugged, assaulted, murdered or died in an accident.

So how are the dangers we court every day any different or less dangerous than those on the roads?

Common sense is common sense wherever you go. If you wouldn’t do it at home – don’t do it on the road, and you’re likely to remain safe.  Obviously, some places are far less safe than others both at home and abroad. Accordingly, you adjust your behavior. Yes, there are risks you can’t avoid – discovering cabs in Turkey don’t come with seat belts was a bit terrifying. A lot of countries don’t have the same standards when it comes to the conditions their transportation options are in.  Trying to cross a 6-lane highway in Florence where the drivers clearly don’t believe that the pedestrian ‘walk’ light means they have to stop felt suicidal – and yet, the only times I’ve been hit/almost hit by a car in my life have either been when I was growing up in England or living here in Canada.

So you shouldn’t just refuse to travel. Saying you won’t travel because it’s not safe is like saying you won’t leave your house because it’s not safe, when people are the victims of house fires and home invasions every day. It’s completely irrational and it denies you of being able to enjoy life to its fullest.

So why DO travellers travel – and why should YOU?

Because, despite the dangers – whether or not you believe they are greater or lesser than at home – there are things you experience when travelling (especially if travelling solo) that you’ll never get to have if you stay at home.

You’ll get to experience different cultures
You’ll have a far better understanding of world affairs
You’ll see things your imagination couldn’t even come up with
You’ll know what it feels like to ‘live life to the fullest’
You’ll make new friends from different walks of life
You’ll be exposed to a wide range of different personalities
You’ll eat things and do things that aren’t a possibility at home
You’ll have memories (and photographs) that will make you smile for the rest of your life
You’ll experience what it’s like to live an entirely different type of life.

You’ll discover that people aren’t so damn afraid of everyone else around them in other places in the world – and so if you’re willing to let down some of your barriers, and actually talk to strangers (remember being taught never to do that as a kid?) you’ll receive invites to stranger’s homes, parties and cultural events that allow you to understand and experience life in ways you never could at home – because these cultures, ways of experiencing life, and opportunities simply don’t happen there.

And all this will have a positive experience on who YOU are -

You’ll gain a greater sense of self-awareness
Of your own boundaries – physical, mental, emotional
Of just how much you can accomplish on your own
Of how courageous and adventurous you are
Of who YOU really are.

And if something horrible happens to you?

You’ll either realize just how much you’re capable of surviving – just like almost every travel blogger I’ve either talked to or follow (myself included) – or at least die secure in the knowledge that you went after your dreams, and didn’t let fear defeat you.

Which means you will have met and succeeded at the ultimate challenge – to live life well.

The impact of travel – new cultures, new you.

I’ve been hammering up pictures in my new home, trying to put my ‘mark’ on it, and thinking about the impact of travel on myself and others I know.

Unlike in my homes,  where I try to have as much impact on the space as possible, I like to keep my ‘footprint’ small while I travel – be ecologically friendly (biodegradable products, travel slow, walk or use public transit, use recyclable containers, don’t litter),  travel light, take up as little room as possible in my hosts’ homes or at hostels.

So, of course, the irony is in how large a footprint the travel leaves on me. No matter where I go, I grow as a person – I learn new things about myself, my resiliency, my self-determination. I also learn about different cultures, different ways to value life, to interact with others. I get a greater understanding of what works for different people, different ways of doing things – some of which I adapt to readily, some which drive me nuts.

Which, in short, means the less I worry about being ‘me’, and my outward, public persona, the more I actually learn about the ‘me’ inside, and others around me. By going ‘away’ from my ‘regular’ life I gain perspective and clarity through worrying less about ridiculous daily concerns and having to adapt to the new world around me, instead of trying to force everything into my at-home definition of ‘how things work’.

I’ve seen this same effect on most people I know who I’ve known at both ends of their travels, or who I’ve travelled for – watched them sink or swim, based on their ability to adapt and embrace new cultures, attitudes and lifestyles.

And so I wonder, if getting out of our comfort zone (and into a different persons’) while travelling is so damn good for a person, how do you integrate that into your non-travel life, in your own home, in your own home town?

In coming back to live in my hometown for the first time in 3 years, I’ve been faced with a learning curve – although I was only 300km away, there are definitely different cultures in Calgary and Edmonton. I’m remembering what this city is truly like, the values it holds, what is considered important and irrelevant and what ‘Calgary time’ looks like versus anywhere else’s version of ‘time’ (Please note, I’ve yet to figure out Calgary transit’s version of time unless it runs on ‘any time but when the schedule says’ time). I’ve learnt that some people haven’t grown a damn bit, while others have changed massively – and both things are a bit of a surprise, just like the person I’ve become frequently surprises others.

And so, again, I’m (somewhat) out of my element and learning from it – that I can’t inflict my views and opinions on outside forces and people and have things all turn out how I ‘want’ them to. I’m adapting to a new culture and a new place, even if it’s one I used to know.

Which means, while the physical travel may be over for now, the internal travel still continues – and so does my growth from it – or so I hope!

I go back to Backpack

Long time, no write!

Apologies to all those who may feel I’ve completely abandoned the blog – it’s been about 3 weeks since I’ve updated, so I can understand any frustration this may have caused/ wonder if I’m going to bother any more.

It’s been a bit of a whirlwind lately. To begin with, a friend told me about a job to apply for, that she’d put my name forward for. It sounded great, so I sent in a resume – and had the employer on the phone with me half an hour later. I was asked on my first interview since coming home  - someone finally was interested in me. Saying I was delighted would be an understatement.

Fast forward three days – the temp agency finally called. They had something for me, and I was going back to work the next morning. Eight months of unemployment (self-inflicted, admittedly) were at an end. And then things got even crazier:

1. I started working the job, which involved such a ridiculous commute via transit (despite being only 15Km from my parents’ house) that they needed to drive me there and back & I had two hours of spare time each night before ‘bed time’.
2. I had the interview, and it went BRILLIANTLY.
3. I went to coffee with a friend two nights later and said ‘if I don’t get this job, I don’t know what one I will get, it is a great fit for me and I feel like everything is in my  favour’.
4. I got home that night to 3 messages from the employer, including the question ‘would you like an intern and could you write a job description for one’.
5. I called the employer the next morning on 4 hours of sleep (what, I wanted to do a good job on my intern application) to hear the magic words “We’d like to offer you the job”.

BOOOM. From unemployed with no prospects in site to two jobs (the temp agency firm was interested in keeping me) within a 7 day period? Ecstatic Glee.

After dancing around I started getting my act in gear. I had money coming in, I had a full time job arranged, what else did I need?

oh yeah:
a) a cell phone
b) an apartment

So here I am, just over a week later, packing up my room at my parents’ house… so I can live on my best friend’s couch (technically, I was there for most of this week too during orientation/ training for the job) from which I’ll continue to phone potential landlords like crazy.

I start the new job full time tomorrow, and I’m delighted – I’ve already met the staff and they seem like lovely people, and the job looks like it’s going to be a good combination of challenging, fun and the sort of things I like to do (generally: write lots, and come up with fancy solutions that I get to implement).

The apartment search is well underway (I may possibly of found one, although that’s not confirmed yet), but for now…

I’m a 31 year old professional with a full time job living out of a backpack in the corner of someone’s living room.

The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same, don’t they?

Glad to know that my travel self won’t completely be disappearing with my return to both ‘reality’ and ‘respectability’ :p

Happy Trails!

Jo

PS: Yes, I’ll continue to contribute articles, content and stories about the last 8 months to this blog. You’ll also get periodic ‘my life now’ updates and stories on any mini travels I manage in the next bit. But for now… I’m home, I’m employed and I’m hoping to stay that way for a while!

World Cup 2012 – Celebrating the Spanish Way

One of the best bits of travelling is inadvertently winding up in the right place at exactly the right moment. This happened a lot in Spain; I got to be in Rosas for Feat de Sant Joan, Madrid for Gay Pride, and Puerto de Santa Maria the night Spain won the World Cup.

Spanish world Cup

Taking part in the jubilations the last night of the World Cup was absolutely amazing. Although I’d felt quiet out of place when I first walked into the sandwich and beer bar that evening, as the celebrations swelled throughout the town I found myself yelling ‘Espana, Espana’ along with the locals, and waving a red & white bandanna with abandoned glee. I perched up on top of a dumpster, blew my emergency whistle if my life depended on it, and cheered every time another group of people ran around the roundabout with a flag in their hands, and took some rather blurry photos.

World Cup 2012

It was absolutely one of the highlights of my trip. I wasn’t just observing a local event or tradition, or taking part in a tourist activity – I was taking an active part in a celebration that was organic, impulsive, real and joyful, something that could never be recreated for cameras or tourists – and that made me, for a few short hours, feel a part of Spain.

Spain wins 2012 world cup

Viva Espana!

Godrevy Beach

Because it’s a grey day, and because I like to add a little bit of sunshine into people’s lives, and because I resent the stereotype that England is always cold, wet and gloomy:

Godrevy Beach cornwall

This is Godrevy in Cornwall, England, home to some stunning scenery, beautiful beaches, and probably the warmest, driest weather England can ever offer. Godrevy itself boasts three of those beaches (all sand), some incredible cliffs, decent surfing conditions, and a lighthouse that was the inspiration for Virginia Woolf’s ‘To The Lighthouse’.

It’s a pretty nice place to spend the day hiking, sunbathing or picnicking, provided that it isn’t raining….