Well, hello there!
Having already written quite a chunk of content for TtW, it dawned on me at 3am after having a nightmare about lima beans and guys named “Chad” that I hadn’t actually BLOGGED yet.
I don’t “blog”.
But at some point I should probably explain why I occupy this tiny corner of the digital world.
I’m originally from the West Coast of the United States. Not quite ten years ago, my amazingly patient life partner Tigger and I got a wild hair and decided to relocate. We traded temperate for arctic, mountainous for flat as a pancake, and sea breezes for dairy air.
Not long before we moved, we took a two week trip to Ireland. It was my first major international trip (or as I called it then, “vacation”) and only the second time I’d left America. It was amazing and wonderful and everything I could have wanted.
But it was also very predictable. Worst jet lag in history. A seven day bus tour locked on a coach with strangers, some of whom were loudly opinionated about topics I’d never discuss with strangers. Hotel rooms I don’t remember. Destinations I didn’t choose and a landscape that flew by before I could really absorb it.
I didn’t know any better. But over time, as I began venturing out more and more, I learned that I wanted more when I traveled.
That was the key differentiator. I wanted to travel. Not vacation.
When I think of a vacation, I think of Disney World. Cancun’s endless all-inclusive mega-resorts. Vegas. Nicely-packaged “experiences” where you can unplug, unwind, unravel and live in a world that, outside of the destination, doesn’t exist in normal reality. There is nothing wrong with any of these, and I’ve done my fair share of them.
Traveling is a different animal. Traveling is learning about the day-to-day lives of people all around the world. It’s about learning about their struggles, joys, traditions, and beliefs. It’s gaining a sense of place: how it FEELS to stand on a street corner in London as opposed to a street corner in Paris, or hopefully someday a sand dune in Namibia as opposed to a mountain in Ushuaia. It’s exhausting and bumpy and unpredictable and leaves you breathless, worn out, confused, and absolutely over the moon.
I want this site to be the home of my travel stories, but more importantly I want to share how I choose where to go. I want to share how I plan, how I prioritize, how I am constantly refining and reshuffling what I want to see and do. I want to conquer the world of international travel with savvy planning, budget ideas, crazy experiences, and the chronic smile that is etched on my face when I’m scheming. And I hope that my “how” will give you ideas for your “how”.
Because that’s what it’s all about. How.
How to plot global domination.
Hink is an aspiring traveler plotting global domination and looking for the funny.
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