You guys, I am so into porn. No, not the sad cum-on–your-face variety. I'm talking AIRBNB LISTINGS. I'm talking Instagram accounts that show me LIFE IN THE HUDSON VALLEY. (Red Cottage Rentals I'm looking at you.) I am so into this shit. In some ways, the pleasure of selecting a cabin to rent in Phoenicia, NY … Continue reading The pleasure of escapist porn
Travel equals hope.
I take a break from picturesque bike rides and drinking beer on the banks of the city's canals to muse on how the Dutch handle this whole "balance" thing.
The stream-of-conscious narration in this post doesn't cast me in a pretty light, but I'm publishing it anyway, in the hopes that sharing my holiday-travel-induced neurosis can help other people feel less alone in theirs. If not, at least you can feel better knowing you aren't as crazy as I am ;).
A few weeks ago, I got this email: "Hello, We are looking for an exchange to New York for two weeks in November 2011...Would you be interested in coming to the Big Island of Hawaii at that time? We've got ocean, mountains, volcanoes; it's all here! Aloha, [Names omitted for privacy]"
So, after much hemming and hawing, we studied a map and chose an inland destination: Burlington, Vermont, a town I'd been curious about visiting, anyway. We booked two nights in a dog-friendly hotel with wifi, and off we went.
Is it unrealistic to covet such a beautiful environment all the time? Or do we just have a knee-jerk tendency to call the most beautiful things unrealistic, so we don't miss them so painfully?
As I've mentioned, I'm in Maine for two weeks with my family - a working vacation, but I'm making an effort to get up early in the morning so I can have some time to myself to loll about and write before getting to work. This morning, I hit the jackpot.
In the past two weeks, the ancient practice of yoga, born in India, has followed me to Mexico and back; or, I've followed the practice. I've also taken a class taught in Japanese. Tracing my practice on a map, and tracing its effects on me, is a new kind of cartography, with ripple effects throughout my life...
My year of travel got off to an inauspicious start. In February, I flew to the wrong San Jose for a yoga retreat. Yep, you read that right...