100+ boxes later and I’m unpacked.

My anchor is dropped. Over six years of being homeless, traveling the world, I’ve stopped. I’m ambivalent about being happy. I’m going to miss traveling. I’m going to miss seeing something new on a regular basis. I’m going to miss the freedom.

I’m NOT going to miss the loneliness.

I’m not going to miss watching the slow train wreck that is happening to the world right now.

 I sincerely hope that I eventually stumble into a life I love in my new home.

MY new home. I do love so many things about it. First and foremost, it’s all mine. If I want to paint a wall, I paint the wall; no consultations, no bargaining.

But I have to paint the wall.

Anyhoo… back to the 100 boxes of stuff. When I set off on the journey back in 2009, we sold everything and put precious and practical items in boxes in storage.

I actually forgot about a lot of that stuff. Opening most boxes was like Christmas morning. Of course, many precious items from grandparents, drawings and gifts from the children, touchstone, and photos – all brought tears to my eyes.

 Lifetimes of memories.

But a lot of it was stuff collected over the years. Useful, but still stuff.

I was lucky that my neighbour was an Army vet and was a whiz at packing. She insisted in helping me pack up my home and boy, was I lucky to have her.

Out of all the china, crystal, glass, et cetera, none of that was broken. Only two things were broken, and you won’t believe what they were.

As I have indicated before, when I started on my journey, I was married. I ended my journey single.

I was always proud of my family, and my family was the most important thing in my life, without exception. We had many decorative items scattered about the home that indicated the four of us. (Beyond photos.)

One of the items I had was a set of Sid Dickens ceramic blocks of King, Queen, Prince, and Princess crowns to represent us four. They were proudly placed in the living bookshelf.

They look like this:

The ONLY two items damaged through four moves was the King and Queen block. I kid you not.

It was so indicative of my experience, I sobbed for a day. The King and Queen of my family were broken and damaged. Cracked and scarred forever more. Never to be the same. The King and Queen had fallen.

I’ve passed the Prince and Princess blocks to my children, but knowing what they represented and how our family, like the blocks, is now scattered, I’m not too sure they were happy to have them.

He has his broken King block.

I glued my Queen block back together and hung it in my bedroom. I’m not broken, but you can see the cracks.

So Lucky

Suppose you loved ice cream. Your ice cream. You had an ice cream maker that made, for you, the most delicious ice cream.

Sure, the ice cream maker wasn’t always perfect but for the most part, it made the most amazing ice cream.

You never went anywhere or did anything without your ice cream. Everyone came to know you with your ice cream maker.

One day, after many years, the ice cream maker was gone. Where did it go? Did you lose it somehow? Searching through enough tears to fill a river twice, you looked everywhere for your ice cream maker, but it’s not to be found anywhere.

You blamed yourself, over and over, for being so careless that you would lose your ice cream maker. Surely you weren’t worthy of such a valuable item. And as such, despondency became your trusted ally.

Unbeknownst to you, someone stole your ice cream maker and they were now enjoying your ice cream. A friend saw them with your ice cream maker and told you were to find it.

And there it was. But it was not the same at all. Sure, it was the same ice cream maker, but it was now soiled and the ice cream looked and tasted different. You left the ice cream maker with them as it was of no use to you now.

Deciding that your friends were right when they said one day you’ll find a new ice cream maker, you started searching the world for the most perfect ice cream maker. You missed ice cream so damn much.

After a fruitless search, and a few candidates, you decided that the best course of action would be to build your own ice cream maker. So you started gathering the parts of what you thought would make a great ice cream maker.

Finally, you had your ice cream maker you could call yours. Except the ice cream had no flavor.

Yes, it was ice cream. It looked like ice cream. You made it to be ice cream. And it was YOUR ice cream. But the ice cream was just ice. Just ice. Frozen water.

Just cold, frozen ice, pretending to be ice cream. So you decorated it as best you knew how, with sparkles and flavor. But it was still just frozen shaped ice that looked pretty. Something was missing.

There was no substance. There was nothing to hold it all together, nothing to make the ingredients hug each other. There was only ice, no cream.

“But at least you have ice cream again!” everyone shouted joyfully. “You’re so lucky!”

Yes, I’m so lucky. So fucking lucky…

Dropping Anchor

After six years of travelling the world, I’m dropping anchor for a while.

After six years of living out of a suitcase, and constantly searching for a Wi-Fi signal, I’m done.

After six years of being jobless and homeless, I’m turning my life 180˚. I bought a home, and I’m starting a business.

I can’t wait to wake up in a bed only I have slept in, drink coffee out of my cup that only my lips have touched, read the paper in my language, not worry about where to find a Wi-Fi signal, eat breakfast when I damn well please, not search the room to make sure I’m leaving anything behind, make friends I’ll see again, and surround myself with my touchstones.

When I read articles about how to live the nomad life, I get angry because they are selling a dream, it’s not a reality. They are confusing living a vacation lifestyle with the truth of disconnecting. They assume so damn much and that’s because dreamers, not doers, write most of those articles praising the detachment lifestyle.

So, without further ado, here’s the actuality of the nomad lifestyle from a certified doer:

➤ Prepare to miss your people. A lot. Skype, text, FB doesn’t cure it.

➤ Prepare to miss holidays, funerals, and weddings.

➤ Prepare for people to detach from you, without your permission.

➤ Prepare for a lot of loneliness, which is different than being alone.

➤ Prepare to never feel grounded.

➤ Prepare to appreciate you can never return home again. You WILL change and nothing will ever be the same.

 Prepare to be frustrated on a regular basis.

➤ Prepare to drop your English language skills to a Grade 9 level; the level most people with English as a second language speak.

➤ Prepare to understand that no one wants to hear about your travels (other than surface information you can fit in two sentences), no one wants to see your photos, no one wants to hear how you have grown, and mostly, they aren’t interested in how you’ve changed.

➤ Prepare to return to being out of step with people back home. The local news stories, the new TV show, current movies, food and clothing trends, and so on. Your worldview doesn’t fit in your hometown.

➤ Prepare to miss having a schedule.

➤ Prepare for other people not to know what a Coach purse is and the value of said Coach purse. For all they knew, it was a $9.99 special from Walmart, but they don’t know what a Walmart is, either. Ditto when you return home.

Prepare to miss things you thought you would never miss.

★ Prepare to miss going on a vacation. I haven’t been on a proper vacation in five years. Yes, I’ve travelled, but travelling is different than a vacation. A beach vacation or a cruise where you have no cares in the world, save for your drink running empty. The next time I pack a suitcase, it will be to go on a vacation.

When I sold everything, except for the precious items stored in a sea can, I thought I was free. My life was going to be wonderful, fluttering around the world with two suitcases and a dog. Well, truth be told, we are never free; our passports, our travel visas, our money can, and will, still hold you hostage.

You still have to pay to sleep somewhere, to eat something, to move. Free is not free. You still have to wash dishes, they just aren’t yours. You still have to fill the car up; it’s just not yours. You still have to vacuum and do laundry. You still have to pay for mobile phone service; it’s just a different number now.

I’ve seen so much, learned so much, had so many amazing experiences. Guess what? No one cares.

None of these experiences matter if you have no one to share life with; and not just anyone, your person. It’s a thin line between freedom and loneliness.

Which brings me to the real reason I’m dropping anchor. It’s time to find someone who cares, moreover, wants to experience all the beauty of the world with me.

It’s time to stand still long enough so my person can find me.

I miss so many things; from my stable life and from my travelling life – but none as much as sharing a life with a partner.

➤➤➤ I have stopped running away and have started running towards. And it feels good. 


Living in The Past

Everyday, everyone lives in the past.

You live in the past every waking moment.

I live in the past every living moment.

The past surrounds you. Everything around you is the evidence of the past. Of your past. Every. Little. Thing. So stop telling me to quit living in the past. Even you can’t stop living in the past.

“Wait,” but you plead, “I live in the present, in the now. Like Oprah told me.”

You don’t. You live in the past. Living in the now is a huge New Age lie. It’s impossible to live in the now.

The now is now. Now. Now. No, now. Now. Now. Urgh! Now…

Living in the now is unobtainable. You can live for this moment and in this moment, but you don’t live in the now.

You live in the past. Even tomorrow you will be living in the past.

Every decision and choice you have made in your past, you live with. Now. Now. Now.

Everything you are happy with, you made that choice in the past. Everything you are not so happy with, you also made that choice in the past.

Look around you; your body is based on the choices you made yesterday, last week, last month, last year. Like what you see? Great! Keep it up. Don’t like what you see? If your body is not the way you would prefer, it’s only because of the choices you have made in the past. Change your tomorrow’s past for your body, today. Start some type of improvement today and the evidence of your better choices in the past will come to life tomorrow.

A hangover is the best analogy I can think of for this. That moment you woke up, you did nothing wrong. You were sleeping, how could you have done something wrong? Living, or rather sleeping, in the now shouldn’t have given you a headache and upset stomach. Yet you wake up with a hangover because of your past choice to drink alcohol.

You are living in the now with a hangover from drinking in your past. If you could live in the now, wouldn’t you just erase your hangover from your mind by living with a bright, shiny morning? Impossible. Your day starts out living in your past.

Happy in your relationship? Great! Keep it up. Not so happy or not in a relationship? What choices did you make in the past that have you were you are today? Did you realize you should have left years ago? Are you single but not mingling? Have you let things slide?

Career? Yep, all past decisions. Did you drop out of school? Did you pass up that promotion? Did you work hard at a degree that was viable? Did you work those extra hours that are paying off now? Did you enter a questionable business model? Did you follow your heart?

Finances? Did you ring up your credit cards? Overextend on your mortgage? Gamble? Overspend? Start a savings account? Diligent with a budget? Financially secure? Your finances are directly attributed to your past choices and decisions, good or bad.

The money in your bank or not in your bank is one of the clearest material indication of your choices, hands down. (Even a sudden lotto winning is proof you bought a ticket, a past decision.)

Every waking hour is a reminder of your past. Every breathing moment is living in your past. Consequences of your choices, good or bad. Without exception.

What you choose this moment, this now, will be birthed into the next moment, next day, next week, next month, next year.

So you don’t live in the now, you choose in the now.

You don’t live in the moment, you choose in the moment.

But you always live in the past.

The Better Question

If you knew you only had one more year to live, what would you do differently, if anything, than you are doing now?

⇒Would you travel more?

⇒Would you call that person?

⇒Sell all your stuff and pursue a dream?

⇒Take that painting/writing/singing/acting class?

⇒Write that book?

⇒Take a risk?

⇒Spend more time with loved ones?

Quit that job?

⇒Stop that draining friendship?

⇒Dance more? Sing more? Party more? Read more?

⇒Laugh more? Cry more? Love more? Hug more?

⇒Live each moment and take it all in?

⇒Record your life moments with a diary/photos/video?

⇒Leave a legacy?

⇒Remove everything that wasn’t necessary so you can concentrate on what is necessary?

The better question is: How do you know you don’t only have one more year to live?


Is This Really Necessary?

Is this really necessary?

Is this really necessary?

This year, the New Year Eve festivities in Paris will be a laser show from and on the Arc de Triomphe.

One Parisan lady, obviously not impressed, expressed her dismay by simply stating, “Is that really necessary?”

My daughter and I both laughed and it has become our touchstone quote throughout our whole Christmas trip to Paris. And it got me wondering, what a fabulous way to live, always asking if something is really necessary.

Think about it – how streamlined and efficient your whole life would be and become, only by using four simple words.

Buying something new? Is it really necessary?

Spending money on frivolity? It is really necessary?

Have someone in your life that is more effort than they are worth? Are they really necessary?

Name brands? Are they really necessary?

The amount of food/snacks you are about to eat? Is that really necessary?

A full cart at Costco? Is that really necessary?

That bottle of supplements? That new exercise fad? That diet book? Are they really necessary?

Adding to your debt? Is that really necessary?

Another glass of wine? Yes.

And so on.

By removing the unnecessary from your life, you allow the necessary more room to be useful, pleasurable, and balanced.

In debt? This question alone will help you magically return to sanity, help you to stop spending, using the extra money to pay down your balance and then to stay out of debt.

Overweight and out of shape? Is it necessary to eat so much, rely on the magic diet/gizmo, taking the escalator/elevator or vehicle everywhere? Even ask yourself if the gym membership is necessary.

Stressed to the max? Is it necessary to work so much, take on so much, get involved so much?

In a bad or one-sided relationship? Is it necessary to keep this person in your life?

House full of stuff and cluttered? Is it necessary to keep buying more? Is it even necessary to keep it all?

Who needs resolutions when you have one guiding question all year around?

Using the “Is this really necessary?” as the first and most important question for everything you do, you will find that when it comes to yearly New Year’s resolutions, they won’t ever be necessary.

Know the Difference

My knowns have disappointed me far more than my unknowns ever have.

What I thought was reality, was an illusion. A construct of so-called knowns that came slamming down on me, one painful block at a time.

I don’t care for knowns anymore. I don’t care for routine or structure, either. They scare me because they can all be taken away, and without my wanting nor permission.

I am more comfortable with unknowns and not knowing where I am going. Nothing can be taken away from me. Nothing is ever cancelled. Everything is changeable. Everything flows from better to better.

I can’t get anxious about what I don’t know. I can’t be worried about missing out because I don’t know what I’m missing out on.

And you know what? So far, so good.

When I let go of the oars (or house, or job, or partner, or stuff), and quit trying so damn hard, the flow is more enjoyable; it brings me to places I would have never contemplated stopping for a break.

The most tedious travel I have ever encountered are trips that were carefully planned out, researched and on a schedule. I wonder how much I missed by seeing it all? [Site-seeing should be reworded to site-glancing.]

How many sunsets did I miss because I had to be somewhere?

How many people didn’t I meet because I didn’t have the time to chat?

Have I met – and passed over – the true love of my life because I was on a schedule?

How many hole-in-the-wall authentic restaurants did I miss because I was told where and what to eat? (Along with hidden gem wines!)

How many smiles, connections, nuances, details, doors, paths, smells, sights, colours, observations, mysteries, experiences, wanders and emotions did I miss because of shoulds, must-sees and preplanning everything down to the last minute?

My favourite travels have been journeys, where I didn’t know where I was going or what I was going to see. The unknown pleasantly surprises at every turn, when you don’t know what you think you should experience.

The unexpected has created fabulous memories; and indeed, those are the best kind of souvenirs.

How else could have I dreamt up a pyjama party in the main lounge in one of the most luxurious hotels in Japan, if I had bus tour dinner plans? The opportunity to encourage everyone to come to the lounge in his or her pyjamas (wearing the hotel provided housecoats), to drink champagne with me would have not presented itself. We all joked and laughed and laughed and laughed and co-created so much joy and we grew to such a size the hotel actually ran out of champagne! I’ll never forget that evening, and I’m sure they won’t, either.

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My favourite conversations when I return from travelling are, “Oh, I was there as well. Did you see Blank Museum/Church/Tourist Trap?”

“No. But I did see the last eight remaining wild rhinos in Zambia.”


Or “No. But I did have an authentic hours-long Egyptian lunch with an Egyptian family in their home, just off the Giza Plateau. Then we watched the sun set behind the pyramids, right from their balcony. They called me their sister. I’ll never forget it.”


Or with my daughter, stopping for a break in Vienna for a ‘quick glass of wine’ at 3 p.m.; by 11 pm and three bottles of wine later, slurring to everyone in the elevator, using a fake British accent, “Please don’ t make me laugh. I’ll pee my pants.” If we were on a tour bus, we would have missed that golden runaway – a memory that we will giggle about the remaining days of our lives.

I don’t know where I’m going, what’s next, who will be with me, when I’m going (if at all) and why my life has turned out the way it did – and that is so exciting.

Admittedly, it took a while to get to this podium. I clutched, cried and fought hard for my knowns, as if I’d die without them. How was I to know I was already dying with them?

My known life was full of problems verses possibilities. My unknown life is full of possibilities verses problems. Know the difference.

Life is one big wandering adventure when you think about it. You can either grab the oars, and make it full of what you think are knowns, musts, pressures, schedules, commitments, bad food, less wine; only to leave a bunch of crap for your children to throw out (or fight over) after you die.

Or you can embrace your life as overflowing with unknowns, living in the moment, and making memories -leaving a legacy with the most amazing obituary.

I know what I’m leaving my children. And that’s the one and only known that I’m comfortable with.

Don’t Try This At Home


Quite often I get asked about travelling tips, so in no particular order, here are my favourites. This is a long post, so feel free to TL;DR it.

Money and phone

  1. Leave the Traveller’s Cheques at home. Nobody takes these anymore, not even the banks. Cash or cash works best.
  2. As for cash, every major airport that you land at will have an ATM, where you can draw the local currency as soon as you land, you’ll have that cold local beer or wine in your hand in no time. Don’t be suckered into buying it at home before you leave, you’ll pay a premium.
  3. Speaking of ATMs, they aren’t called ATMs everywhere. Automated Teller Machines are a North American term. Use Google Translate to find out what ‘bank or banking machine’ is in the language of the country you are landing and use that term when asking for assistance. Most are clearly and plainly marked and look just like the ones from home. On that note, don’t assume banking machines are everywhere, like at home. [Ditto getting extra cash at the checkout.] Pretend ATMs are like clean toilets – when you see one, use it, even if you don’t have an urgency. 
  4. And it’s not Interac – it’s Debit outside of our known world.

  5. Remember to contact your bank and credit cards and let them know you’ll be travelling. They’ll want your itinerary, so have it handy when you call. I always say I’ll be home one day later, just incase of a delay or cancellation. Nothing like already being in a foul mood because your flight is delayed 8 hours, only to find out you can’t even buy a f*%^&$g glass of wine because your card is denied.
  6. Yes, your debit card will work around the world but only for cash withdrawal at a bank machine. It will spit out the local currency and charge your account in your home currency. Usually there will be a small charge plus the exchange rate. It will not work at the point of purchase, like we use Interac at home, so don’t even try.
  7. Most countries have daily maximum withdraws – they don’t give a rip if your bank allows $1000/day back in Canada, some countries have only $300/day and sometimes countries change it to stop a run on the banks, so be prepared. Don’t argue with the bank lady, she doesn’t make the rules. Be prepared if you have a big purchase. I have two accounts for this reason alone. If a country has a small daily amount, it’s per account, not card. So I take the small daily amount out of each account. Not always, but it will work in a pinch.
  8. Cash is king – never assume you can use your credit cards, especially at Bed & Breakfasts, boutique stores, markets and restaurants.

  9. If you do use your credit card, be prepared to be charged a fee by the proprietor. Yes, this is legal. It ranges between 2-3%. (Not including the fee the credit card will charge you, along with the exchange rate.)
  10. Never give your card to the waiter/sales person if they have to walk away with it. Ask them to bring the machine to you or walk with them. One of the places my card has been compromised – twice – was the UK. Don’t assume you are safe in any country.
  11. You MUST have a PIN card to use a credit card for shopping in Europe. If you still don’t have a new card with a PIN, get one before you head over otherwise it will be useless. American’s always get caught with this as their cards don’t have PINs for some reason.
  12. Never, ever, ever, leave your backpack, purse, bag, or whatever hanging on the back of your chair. Always place it in front of you, even on the floor if necessary.
  13. And it’s not cell phone – outside of Canada and the USA, it’s a mobile phone. (Ask for a cell phone and they’ll think you’ve been in jail.)

  14. Turn your locked North American roaming phone off and pick up a cheap unlocked phone with a SIM card at the first convenience, usually at the larger airports. You’ll be amazed how cheap they are here – the phone and SIM, which would easily last your whole trip won’t even be $30. You can add a data plan and it still won’t be more than say $50. Don’t fall for buying an unlocked phone and SIM card for $80 before you leave, buy them here – unless of course you want to pay double.
  15. If you have an unlocked phone, just buy the SIM card, mine was less than $20, which included 1000 free minutes and 1GB of data. You can top up minutes/data just about anywhere; grocery stores, tobacco stores, corner stores, gas stations, internet cafes, etc.. Japan has these cool WiFi boxes you can rent right from the airport, for $40/two weeks and voilà – unlimited WiFi everywhere you go – if you use Skype, no need for a SIM card. Absolutely no reason to come home to a $500+ cell phone bill for roaming charges anymore.
  16. When you see a price overseas, especially in Europe, it’s the total price – they don’t add the sales tax at the checkout till like we do at home. The VAT (Value Added Tax) can be up to 21% in some countries, so it’s best just to hide it within the price tag. I actually like this policy; just tell me bottomline what it will cost me, with no surprises at the checkout or when the bill arrives. If you look at your receipt, most will break the costs down for you, especially at restaurants, hotels and department stores. But honestly, best not to look.

What to pack

  1. Clothes. Coin laundry is few and far between. Pack enough to wear your whole trip, remembering in the summer it is very humid and sticky, with most clothes worn once. Most laundry services, if you do find one, will insist they do it and you pick it up in a few hours. These will be in the residential areas and not the tourist areas, so ask your hotel staff where to find them. Expect about $15/load, including soap. Ironing will be extra. Although expensive, but cheaper than buying new, in an emergency get the hotel to do it for you but only if you have at least two days before departure. (Irons are not in every hotel room, so pack non-wrinkly stuff. I once was charged $15 to have a blouse ironed by the hotel.)
  2. Clothes. European sizes are smaller than what we use at home, so if you are a medium at home, you will be a large here. And in Asia you’ll be an extra-large. It’s very demoralizing and you will quickly learn to hate shopping abroad.

  3. Clothes. Leave your exercise/workout/yoga pants at home or for the hotel. Europeans, Japanese, etc. dress appropriately and you’ll be out of place in your yoga pants when everyone else is wearing pants with a zipper. Leggings are considered what you wear under your skirt or dress, they are not pants and people will giggle at you for walking around in your underwear. Jeans are good. Khaki’s are good. Capri’s are good. You don’t have to wear a tuxedo everywhere but wear proper clothes, please and thanks.
  4. Clothes. Modest clothes. You might find that your shorts or flip flops are not considered proper in a casino, church or out for a meal after 7. Some church tours forbid bare arms. Some cultures don’t allow tight clothing on women. Some places insist on collars for the men. Ladies, a scarf can become a shawl in a pinch when you are wearing sleeveless. Men, leave your shorts for the beach; polo type shirts are cool and welcomed everywhere. Be prepared to be flexible and considerate. Leave the plunging necklines for the bathing suit and pool.
  5. Good walking shoes, not including Crocs or big honking runners. You’ll find you have to walk a lot, more than you do at home. Good walking shoes are a must but please no serious training runners. (Sketchers are okay. Nice white tennis runners are okay. Obvious trainers will be out of place.)
  6. Your medications. Never assume you can get Advil or Tylenol outside of North America. Or your regular medication. Always carry it on the plane, never pack it in your luggage.

  7. On that note, bring lots of Advil or Tylenol, allergy meds, Gravol, Tums/Rolaids and Polysporin. You can’t get those easily over here and won’t find Tylenol, Gravol or Polysporin anywhere. Most countries you have to buy common ailment relief in pharmacies, not grocery stores or gas stations like we do at home. I once had a smashing headache at the Frankfurt airport and couldn’t find one store to buy an Advil or Tylenol. They are only sold in pharmacies in Germany. Remember to never assume and be prepared.
  8. Bring plug-in adapters from home. They are quite a bit cheaper at home and easier to find. Most luggage stores have a great selection. Unless you are bringing a curling iron or some such small personal appliance, no need for a voltage adaptor. Most electronics (laptop, iPad, phones, etc.) have built-in voltage adapters and you just need to bring the plug adaptor. Know the difference! If you are not sure, just bring your cord to an electronic store and ask them. But 99% of cords for electronics these days have a voltage adaptor or USB plugs into a voltage adaptor. (Hint: If your cord has a big square box or plugs into a big square plug-in, like the square Apple ones you just need a plug-in adaptor, not a voltage adaptor.)
  9. Protein bars. Don’t be surprised when lunch doesn’t start until after 2 or dinner restaurants aren’t even open until 8. Or your tour overruns because of traffic. When you are starving, gum won’t do it. Protein bars are easy to pack, light to carry around and difficult to find outside of North America. Also, if you have an early morning, they are a quick breakfast. They can also replace that whatchamacallit you ordered at supper but couldn’t quite finish.
  10. Batteries. Batteries are very expensive in Europe and elsewhere. Also, you may not know what you are getting – they could already be expired by the time you buy them. Bring what you need.
  11. Never assume you can buy what you need when you get there. If you can’t live without it, for example your favourite toothpaste, bring it.

  12. Forewarned: Airlines within Europe are bag weight crazy. The agents get commission on every bag that they charge that’s overweight, so most do, even if it’s only over by 0.5kg. The majority of airlines have a purchased baggage allowance of 23kg, but some are only 20kg. Always double check the baggage restrictions online and bring a travel bag weigh scale from home.

Odd tips

  1. If you find yourself ill on your trip, first go to a pharmacist. They are trained and can legally prescribe basic medications. For example, swimmer’s ear, sinus infection, strep throat, digestive problems or any other type of general health complaint. Only after their suggestion doesn’t work, then seek out a doctor. If you are seriously ill, first call your health insurance company for instructions on where to go or who to see that will speak English. If you don’t, you could be denied reimbursement or coverage. Obviously, if you are in an accident, go where the ambulance takes you and have someone from the hospital call them ASAP. (They probably will anyway, to make sure you are covered.)
  2. In Europe you will find most things closed on Sundays.  If a family run store is open on a Saturday, it will most likely be closed on a Monday. Restaurants are the exception, open 7 days a week in the tourist areas and closed once a week (usually during the week) in the villages.
  3. Eating times vary from country to country, be prepared for breakfast to be over by 9:30 or not start until 11. General rule of thumb is the warmer a country is, the later they eat the final meal of the day. In Spain it is quite common to eat supper at 10:00 pm or later in the summer.
  4. You can drive with your North American driver’s licence in most countries, all you need to do is go to the CAA or AAA and get an international licence, which is basically the translation of your DL in different languages. It ranges from $35 and up and is good for a year, just bring your DL and two passport photos. Most car rental agencies won’t even ask to see it, as long as your DL is in Latin lettering. The police will ask to see it. (At least that’s what I’ve heard.)
  5. If you are going to the UK, you will be limited to automatic vehicles only.
  6. If you are going to Japan or Asia, just don’t drive. Cabs and public transport is cheap and the way to go.
  7. If you are going to any third world country, just don’t. See #5 above.
  8. If you don’t know how to drive a standard, learn because even though you can request an automatic transmission car, it’s never guaranteed. Chances are, you’ll get a standard. Every time.
  9. Food tastes different abroad, even your favourites. It’s part of the experience. Don’t whine when your hotdog doesn’t taste like they make it back home. Nobody cares.

  10. There’s no such thing as free refills abroad. Not for coffee, tea or pop.
  11. You’ll find wine and beer are much cheaper and spirits or spirit drinks more expensive than back at home. Adjust accordingly.
  12. Water isn’t automatically served at restaurants overseas, you will have to ask for it if you want some with your meal. If you don’t want to pay for water, ask specifically for tap water, otherwise you will get a bottle water. (Note: I always get the bottled water unless in places I know they have great water standards, like Holland or Germany. France, Spain, Greece and Italy are surprisingly not tap water recommended, mostly due to old piping systems.)
  13. Sure, see the big tourist item but then walk three or four blocks away to get the authentic, better food, service and experience for much cheaper.
  14. In Holland, a coffee shop is where they smoke pot. A café is where you drink coffee. Know the difference. If you are unsure, look for the green triangle on the door, that’s the marijuana licence.
  15. In most places abroad, children are welcomed into pubs and bars but they cannot order or drink alcohol. Ditto dogs and cats.

  16. Speaking of dogs and cats, don’t be alarmed when you see them in the malls or  restaurants; as long as they are on a leash, it’s allowed.
  17. Tips: Every country is different, so check. In Japan a tip is an insult, so no tipping allowed. In Europe it’s any where from simply rounding the bill up to 10%, depending on country and venue. Some places automatically add a tip, so check the bill. Africa is the same as Europe, check first so you don’t insult them by leaving a tip or too little. But generally it’s nothing like the out of control tipping in North America.

Oh, and one more thing…

Always try to book yourself, directly with the hotel/airline/tour, etc.. I know travel agencies don’t like to hear this, but when you are in a delay or cancellation situation, the hotel/airline/tour, etc. won’t deal with you, they will refer you to the booking agent. And guess what? It’s 3 A fu&*%$g M in the morning back home. Your booking agent is sleeping… And the hotel clerk isn’t budging… and the next plane out is already boarding.

But, if you had booked directly with the hotel/airline/tour, etc., they’ll gladly rebook you, re-route you and generally give a little bit more shit about you because they consider you their customer. I know it shouldn’t matter, but it does overseas. They will consider the booking agent the customer, not you. (Customer service overseas is a whole separate discussion.)

Booking directly with the hotel/airline/tour, etc. is easy and quick. Just do it.  (But DON’T waste your travel agent’s time, get them to gather all the information then book on your own. They work for commission and that’s not only stealing, it’s just rude. Google is your friend – they don’t care how much time you waste or who you book with in the end.)

My dream trip is to show up at the KLM desk in Amsterdam and say, “I want to go on the next flight out, as long as my passport/visa will allow.” And my own personal caveat, just to make things interesting, is that I can only bring 10 items with me. Then repeat at least twice, with the last flight my flight home. Still working on my list of 10 things. When I think it’s complete, I’ll do a post about the 10 essential travel things.

Do you have any general travel and packing tips that I didn’t mention here? Feel free to chime in, in the comments area below. Or if you think this is the most brilliant travel information you have ever read in your life, share it with the world – on Facebook, Twitter, whatever. I’m not picky.

And thanks for making it all the way to the end. 😀

She Was a Nice Lady

I cannot remember exactly when I saw the little 5 year old speak after a funeral; all I can remember is that it was a newscast. With microphone in her face all the little girl said was, “She was a nice lady and she was always in a good mood”. An eloquent eulogy if I’ve ever heard one. Those words, and the idea that we should all have 5 year olds do our eulogies has stuck with way of thinking ever since.

Ah, out of the mouths of babes. It was of no consequence what this woman did for a living, how many children she raised, what type of car she drove, whether she was a size 6, how many times she was married, or what type of house she lived in. Also not mentioned was volunteer work, extended family, travels, if she was rich or poor, or other external virtues. All that mattered was that she was a nice lady and always in a good mood. And at the end of the day, she is right.

Being a nice lady has nothing to do with what you have or what you do; being a nice lady is something you strive to be. You can be nice whilst standing in line or complimenting someone on their efforts. You can be nice at work, to your children, to yourself, to your spouse, to your family, to your community and to humanity in general. If you live in a grand mansion, you can be nice to the cleaning staff. If you live in a 3-bedroom bungalow with 5 other people, you can be nice to the person after you who needs toilet paper refreshed.

What exactly is being nice? It comes down to common courtesy. Being nice is a pleasant way to live your life; and talk about so simple – all you have to do, in every situation is ask yourself, “Is this being nice/courteous?” or even “How would a nice person handle this?” Being nice never means having to say sorry. Or undermines your confidence. Or upsets your inner calm. Being nice gives you a little lift and a skip in your step. You never walk away from being nice feeling blue.

The most important person we need to be nice to however, is ourselves. Honestly, how many times do you catch yourself talking to yourself in a degrading tone that you would never speak to anybody else that you loved? Would you tell your daughter she had better not eat those fries, no matter how strong the craving, because what would people think? Would you tell your child that they were stupid? Would you tell your niece that she’ll never amount to anything and it’s too late now, so why bother? Then why on earth would you speak to yourself like that? Why is it so difficult to be nice to ourselves? Ask yourself, “If someone else said this statement to me directly, how would I feel?” If you feel anger or sadness, that’s your first clue that you are not being nice to yourself.

So, how do you be nice to yourself? First, by listening to your body. Sleep when it’s tired, eat when it’s hungry, expel as necessary. Wash regularly. Rest in the way that you feel happy resting, whether it is reading, crafts, puzzles, watching TV, naps or anything that gives you a mental break, but don’t feel guilty about it. Second, change your thinking habits; try saying the negative statements aloud to help understand how derogatory they sound. Pretend you are saying them to a loved one; you’ll be amazed at how fast you stop mid-sentence. Third, surround yourself with beautiful objects – a tidy home, photos of loved ones, a drawing from your child, plants, favourite blanket or anything else that makes your heart happy. In other words, treat yourself just as you would treat anybody who you loved and needed your attention to be happy.

Now, being nice isn’t the same as being a doormat. Being nice also is being nice to ourselves in a way that we can radiate the pleasantries of society coming from a base of confidence. Being a doormat is not being nice to you as it creates all kinds of emotions that torture our souls. You can be nice without being taken advantage of, for example, letting someone with only two items ahead of you in line at the grocery store. That’s being nice and you’ll feel good about yourself. Letting the next three people with only two items ahead of you to the cashier is being a doormat; you will feel taken advantage of and possibly angry if it has made you late for your next appointment.

Being nice is buying a package of Girl Guide cookies when they ring the doorbell. Being a doormat is letting in the door-to-door sales and buying the $1200 vacuum cleaner because you could not say no, even when it put you in debt and you didn’t need a new vacuum in the first place.

Being nice is:

  • holding open a door for the person behind you
  • unexpectedly buying the person behind you a coffee
  • shovelling your neighbour’s walkways
  • sharing the bounty of your garden with neighbours
  • bringing a pot of soup to someone alone who is ill
  • taking an extra turn at dishes
  • volunteering before being asked
  • carrying a heavy box for someone
  • remembering someone’s birthday with a phone call
  • truly listening to someone’s story
  • going one step above and beyond of what people are expecting
  • letting someone in at a bottle neck on the road
  • anything that makes the other person feel like they’ve been given a gift (because they have!)

If there has been an abuse during act of being nice, you will feel angry, guilty, disappointed, fearful, sad, discontent, or any other negative emotion, indicating you have been a doormat. I think this is why people have resisted being nice, so fearful of being taken advantage of especially at present with the proliferation of scams. Stop and think, “Will this act give me positive or negative emotions? Am I presenting this from a place of confidence or a place of need?” Within the answer will be your next step, whether it is to abruptly stop the act of niceness or continue as planned.

And always in a good mood? That’s a no-brainer, being nice to people automatically puts you and them in a good mood. After all, if you show up angry, bitter, sad, negative and project that onto the other person, are you being nice to them? If you whine and complain all the time, how does that lift the other person up? Will that person deem you to be in a good mood or always cranky? “Oh, she’s so nice, she came by and gave me a headache.”

I’ve never seen a U-Haul behind a hearse nor certificates of achievement keeping you on life support. I’m vowing to live my life as if a 5 year old is writing my eulogy. Let’s start a club; who’s with me?