I’ve always liked the ballet. I mean, I’ve always liked the idea of the ballet; I had never actually been before. But I always liked the idea of attending a performance in a classical style of dance that has been revered as the pinnacle of culture and refinement, then returning home to discuss the finer points of music and story over a glass of sherry, a la Frasier.
100 Days of Travel!
We’ve been traveling for 100 days! At just a little over 3 months, we’ve done a lot of walking, adventuring, and visiting people and places. Here are the stats:
Kilometers walked: 863 (536 miles)
Best day: 45,000 steps (31 km; 19 miles). Thanks New York!
Cities visited: 28
Friends and Family who hosted us: 8
Hours on buses and trains: We don’t even want to think about it.
Roller coasters: 4
Mushrooms picked: 5 kilos
Languages: 11 (4 we could use, 7 no hope)
Books read: 5
We don’t know about you, but we think those are some good numbers.
While we’ve enjoyed all our travels (for the most part) there are definitely some highlights that we loved most. For Talia, that was our trip to the Efteling (because move over, Disney, this is the REAL most magical place in the world) and mushroom and berry picking in Finland (because again, magical).
|Just look at these beauties!|
|And have you ever seen a more magical place?|
Ricky loved renting a car and driving around Ireland and Oktoberfest in Munich.
|He's at home behind the wheel.|
The worst part? Well, you’ll have to wait for another post because this traumatic experience deserves a post all its own. Stay tuned!
Chasing Pigeons: How to Be Happy
It is becoming increasingly clear that the happiest people at any tourist destination, monument, or historical site are children chasing pigeons.
UPDATE: What we've been up to and where we are now
Well, it's been a long time since we've update the blog, and for that we apologize. Life has been crazy the past few weeks. I think we both had forgotten how much fun AND work it is to travel!
Why We Won't Fly
When Ricky and I started planning this trip, we thought we knew what we were going to do. First, we were going to buy motorcycles and ride from Texas to Pategonia. Then, we realized Central and South America were not the safest areas at the moment, what with economic crises, political turmoil, and drug violence.
So instead, we decided to buy a jeep in South Africa and drive all the way north. We quickly saw that this trip would have to be postponed for when we had oodles of money lying around for import and export taxes on a vehicle.
So, we came up with the idea of getting to Australia. It's not that hard to get to Australia, though, so we had to add a challenge. We decided to do it without flying.
See, Ricky and I are slow travelers. We arrange our trips so that we have all the time in the world and we're only regulated by budget. So, traveling across the globe slowly and cheaply is right up our alley, and that meant we had to cut out the travel cheats (aka, airplanes).
We will admit, we cheated once. We flew from Houston to New York, where we would begin our trip. This was mostly due to logistics and finances. We considered taking a bus, but that would take over 2 days and was more expensive than flying. We decided we didn't want to begin our journey tired and grumpy. However, since New York was our starting point, we don't really feel all that guilty for flying to get there.
From there on out, though, no planes. We even took a transatlantic cruise to England to avoid flying.
We've already come across instances where it would be cheaper and faster to fly, but we've passed those opportunities up. In actuality, it's been nice avoiding airports. We've not had to worry about packing liquids or the weights of our bags, or whether they can be brought as a carry-on or not. Instead, we throw our stuff in the belly of a bus and enjoy some free wifi and a nap for a few hours until we reach our destination.
There are definitely ups and downs to this method, and I'm sure we'll discover more as we go along. So far, it's been nice to arrive in a city fairly close to our hostel instead of having to trek through an airport and baggage claim, and then hop in an expensive taxi or a long subway to get to the center of town. We've been able to just keep going without feeling like the journey to our accommodation has taken half the day.
On the other hand, buses take a long time. A really long time. We've taken a bus from London to Ireland, then from Ireland back to London, and from London to Paris. Those are very long rides and hopefully we'll master the art of sleeping well in cramped quarters. We'll definitely be hanging out in buses a lot in the next few months.
It may seem like we're torturing ourselves for nothing, but really there's a charm to riding on ground transportation. You really feel like you're going somewhere. In a plane, there are a few seconds of loud noise and shaking, a couple snacks, and then you magically appear at your destination. On a bus or train, though, you feel the earth under you. You see it whiz by in the windows. You see the change in landscapes and weather and you KNOW that you are traveling.
And for us, "traveling" is more than just being in one city and then another and then another. It's the act of getting there. It's the movement. It's feeling connected to the journey rather than stopping in every once in a while.
So for as long and as far as we can, we are not going to fly. That's just the way we like it.
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