Liverpool FC in the USA and why you should keep dreaming

Finally got to see my beloved Liverpool football club live this past weekend.  Liverpool, the most decorated club in English football (yes, it’s NOT Manchester United) actually came stateside, so I headed out to Baltimore to watch the game.  Watching the team has been a dream of mine for the longest time, I’ve wanted to go to Anfield in Liverpool to watch them.

Liverpool still has a large worldwide fan base. I was surprised by the number of reds, especially given the hapless opposition.

Legend Steven Gerrard.

M&T stadium is not Anfield, but still this had me thinking about how pretty much everything I’ve ever wanted has come true.  I don’t mean stuff like wanting a Ferrari or a million dollar mansion (and in any case most people that say that’s what they want don’t really truly want those things).

See I work regular daytime nine-to-five office job, and at this time I’m still a grad student.  I’m not “rich”, I don’t have any real savings. And yet in the past couple of years I’ve:  Flown in first class, gone bar hopping in Italy with glowing monuments in the background, had my first real American camping experience, and done some stunts on ATVs by the Pyramids.   None of that should be possible given my profile.

Three takeaways here are the importance of a burning desire, the irrelevance of “your situation” in order to enjoy your life, and the importance of actually having things you want to do or accomplish.

Having a burning desire is when you really want to do something and it consumes you.  I originally read about the concept in Napoleon Hill’s Think and Grow Rich, and the idea is that whatever your fixated in eventually manifests in your life.  That has certainly happened for me, thing is it won’t necessarily—or usually for that matter, happen exactly when or how you imagined but it will happen and you will enjoy it just as much.  The irrelevance of your situation is basically not deciding a priori that it’s impossible for you to do whatever you want to do.  Chris Guilleabeau (a fantastic blogger who you should all be reading) talks about this much better than I can in a recent post.  Lastly, it is good to enjoy these peak moments in life and to plan for them.  Watch videos, take pictures, talk about, write about and think about anything and everything that you’d like to do!


Camping at Cedar Rapids: An All-American Experience

Here’s the soundtrack for this post.  Heard this jam for the first time at the camp, it’s my summer anthem for 2012.

So I recently I went to Cedar Rapids, which was my first time camping in North America.  It was actually my first time camping in Africa as a teen, where I’d gone to Mombasa, Kenya and to Mount Kenya, also in Kenya. I do not know what took me so long, but for me I imagine it was a taste of an all-american experience, even if it was only for a weekend.  There were bonfires, fireworks (it was the weekend before July 4th), barbecues, etc.  There was an interesting juxtaposim of modernity and wilderness, as someone had brought a disco setup, so there was booming music all-night on Friday and Saturday.  This was complete with the disco ball, the sub-woofers, and the massive hand held torch–I’m talking about the one that signals planes.  Earlier on in the nights, the music blaring was rock-n-roll, blues, metal and disco—mostly american classics.  You would hear tunes form Aerosmith, Nirvana, Bee Gees, Red Hot Chilli Peppers.  Later at night, when the “normal” people had gone to sleep, the modern dance hits took over, your typical Pitbull, your Guetta, and your Gaga.  This was an all-night experience–and also keep in mind that copious amounts of alcohol are flowing at the camp at all times. Basically you either stayed up all night mingling with other campers, or you slept through the thumping music. I didn’t sleep much myself, was too excited meeting others and visiting rival bonfires.  There were so many kids and cool people from other neighbouring camps that I bonded with and got to meet.  A pity that we weren’t able to exchange contacts (more on that later).  Now this was a CAMPING trip, and lest you think that it was just a big dance party, I can assure you there was a primitive element to it too.

Ok, it wasn’t EXACTLY like THIS but I swear there was fireworks, a bright moon, a river, and a clear night sky.

Thing about the camp was that it was that it was in such a remote location that there was no cellphone service, which isolated us well from the external world. Even if there would’ve been a satellite signal, there was no electricity (the DJ used a generator), so most people were out of signal by Saturday morning. This is lamented earlier that people were unable to make contacts, as there was no cellphones (interesting how nobody had pencils and papers–these days we make contacts by facebooking on the spot on the phone).  No phones meant no alarms! No instagraming on facebook instead of just enjoying yourself in the moment!  No checking the streaming flow of extremely extremely urgent e-mails in faux-urgency every other second! The isolation was so complete that there was no light pollution in the sky…the camp was located at a riverbank, and the sides were foresty hills, think of a smaller scale of the Fjords in Norway–which I want to visit one day by the way. Now what was so charming about this was that when we were playing with the fireworks, the moon was the brightest I’ve ever seen, and it wasn’t even a full moon–it was probably about 3/4. That was truly one of those times when your soul just smiles, I was living life.   We were playing with sparkles just like little kids, and some campers even had the REAL fireworks that explode in the sky, and everyone had these grins plastered on their faces.  So to add to fireworks with the bright moon in the background, there was this guy who was playing a guitar and going around taking requests and serenading groups at their request. Awesome.

All the action wasn’t at night though, we did do some rafting–it took four hours to row 10 miles!! Our group in specific did it in a unique way as we had a giant DOG that kept threatening to leap over the raft with us in our raft.  In addition, we tied our raft to two other rafts, so that’s how we got down the river at our leiseruley pace.  Really, we had all the time in the world, and it did seem like all the time in the world.  All in all a great getaway, even if it was short, and I look forward to returning and sharing laughs with familiar faces, while touring various rival bonfires at Cedar Rapids.

Reflections on holiday travel 2011: Part 2, Egypt

In my last blog post I spoke about my travels to Kenya. When we departed, we stopped over in Cairo for a couple of days. We flew in on the 4:00 am Air Egypt flight from Nairobi. Egypt was nice, and arriving at the new terminal at CAI was smooth. A few interesting things were noticeable–first of all, almost the entire plane was transfers.  Also at the arrivals (it was 8:30 am when we arrived) we were like the only people picking up baggage–I guess nobody was travelling to Egypt? I’ll get back to this later but where was I? Ah, yes, check-in was smooth as I’d arranged for airport pickup via Memphis Tours–Memphis tours were with us the whole trip for daily private transportation and guide. They organized pickup which included check-in through immigration and customs, then dropped us off at our hotel, which was the Four Seasons at Nile Plaza.

Now the Four Seasons was a little more expensive than an hotel I’d typically stay at, I did stretch a little. My thinking for this trip though was I’ll pay a little more, and in the end it paid off. Outstanding service and attention to details, just like pickup at the airport I never had to worry about anything at all.  I wouldn’t always travel in such luxury, I think part of the charm of travelling is also the street level hustle-n-bustle that backpackers experience. There’s virtues to both I guess.  But yeah, the Four Seasons at the Nile Plaza is at a central location in Cairo, and it overlooks the Nile river.  Memphis would pick us up and drop us here every day that we were there.

Cairo is a crazy city, it is a dense city that takes a while for your mind to adjust to–for me it was more of an urban setting than even New York, in New York or a Hong Kong stuff is ordered, and more predictable.  Cairo is ‘organized chaos’  and is actually like a hyper-version of Nairobi, so it’s a good thing that I’d visited Nairobi first as I think it prepared me. It has got to be the toughest city in the world to drive in. Lanes? What Lanes. Traffic lights are ignored. Every car has scratches and dents, that’s just how they roll!  

We didn’t waste time getting onto our agenda, at night on the day of our arrival we started out with the Sound and Light show at the Pyramids. I wanted to see the Pyramids at night first, plus it was a chill way to get into the flow of things. On the way back we stopped by Tahir square, which was near our hotel. For me as a student of international relations, it was a memorable occasion. I chatted with a young gentleman who had been part of the revolution in Egypt–it was surreal to do that and then buy some Hardees (the French fries were actually the ‘excuse’ that I’d used to get us into Tahir square).  By the way I didn’t feel unsafe there–again I’ll get to this at the end. 

The next day, Memphis took us on a full day tour of the pyramids at Giza and the surrounding areas that included the ancient capital of Egypt. They provided us with a very knowledgeable tour guide (for the whole trip we had the tour guide, and also the coordinator who’d met us at the airport).  Because we were touring with a company, getting into sites was smooth, we didn’t have to worry about anything.  Highlights from day one included the pyramids, and the majestic statue of Ramses. 

I admit, I was afraid at one point in my life–after I returned from Rome, Italy, that that had been such a peak experience that I’d never have that much fun again. Memorable as it was, that was the wrong approach to have, and was proved wrong by the new memories created in Kenya and Egypt. This has taught me to smile and cherish good times, but to not despair when they end as the future holds new adventures.

Time does seem to stand still when you see these wonders of the world.


It was not just the major landmarks that were a highlight, but also we went to a carpet school and a perfumery.  When I travel, in addition to the touristy things, I try to get some street-level unique experience that is representative of everyday culture, and chatting with people at the carpet school and perfumery were highlights in this regard.  We were able to vibe with the people, and hear them–they’ve been hit hard by dip in tourism to Egypt which was unfortunate to hear. 

Day two was the Egyptian museum in the morning.  In there I saw more gold and ancient statues than I ever had before, and to imagine that is just the stuff that was found! Who knows how many more treasures there left to discover.  The afternoon focused on religious landmarks.  We visited the imposing Citadel in Islamic Cairo, and then after that we saw two important churches in coptic cairo–including the church in which the holy family (jesus, mary & joseph) fled from King Herrod. It is humbling to visit places like these–Egypt is so much more than just the Pyramids as I found out. 

I first learned of this in the movie "Kingdom of Heaven" (the one with Orlando Bloom)

Our last day was something special.  We did a “Desert Safari“. By the pyramids. At the edge of the Sahara desert. Now you know everyone does the camel at the pyramids, right? But this is a lesser known secret. What an adrenaline rush, I’ve never been as pumped, the desert safari was basically us riding and RACING on sand dunes in the desert on ATV motorbikes, with the pyramids as a backdrop.  Those three hours felt like thirty hours, it was such pure bliss.  If you ever go to any country in North Africa or the Middle East, be sure to do a desert safari. 

So that was the end of the trip, Memphis dropped us of later, and they played a big part in making this trip memorable.  The coordinator and the tour guide were both outstanding.  On Egypt, there were a few observations:

– It is cheap! It’s a very affordable country to visit.  I’d come from Nairobi, and I found Kenya to be much more expensive.  In fact I’d be surprised if there is a cheaper major world city than Cairo. 

– The media has definitely overplayed the safety situation.  It is not unsafe there.  Unless one planned to take part in protests, there is nothing to fear.  Take chances in life! There’s a million reasons not to do anything, but don’t let doubt and fear ruin the opportunities.  The hotel was not at capacity, and many of the sites had about half the tourists they normally would.  This made it better for us to get around, but then many people are missing out on a great time. 

Hope this has resonated with others that have been to Egypt! For those that are planning a vacation and looking for a place definitely consider there! Egypt becomes the 2nd country on my list of countries that I’ll visit again in my lifetime (the other one being Italy). 






Reflections on holiday travel 2011: Part 1, Kenya

First trans-atlantic travel in almost 20 years, first time in Kenya in 17 years although I was Kenyan birth. See I am what is referred to as a TCK i.e. a ‘third culture kid’ in cultural studies–this is because I’m Kenyan born, grew up in France, but have lived most of my life in the USA.  So for better or worse (I think better) I don’t necessarily identify myself exclusively with one flag or culture.  Still it was good to travel to Africa, and yes, I experienced reverse culture shock.  It was short-lived though, and by the time I was leaving I felt at home.  I think one quality about myself I”m noticing is that I am able to adapt, or to “feel at home” to different environments quickly.  Perhaps it’s as a result of the aforementioned travels, but also because of the many roommates I had from age 18, when I stopped living in a conventional family setting.  Anyway, for me three things were notable about Kenya–the poverty, the ‘organized chaos’, and also how in other ways it was remarkably similar to a typical Western city.


There is a lot of poverty in Nairobi.  A lot of slums all over the place, perhaps I’m using the word loosely here–but its challenging for me to describe places I saw in any other way (I should have taken more photos).  Anyway, Nairobi has the Kibera slums, one of the largest in the world. Other than a few suburban havens, you’ll see the poverty everywhere mixed in with regular life.  I drove to my cousins place in the other end of town once, and then at night at another time to another cousins, and was dazed looking out the window.  In fact, the family house was an example of such a place–it is in a nice area of Nairobi (Westlands), yet behind the large backyard, there was a  slum. The district office where I went to obtain some documents had people living at the back of the compound in “city huts” (basically makeshift housing, no electricity–but not mud houses with straw and mud–you see lots of this in Nairobi).

This is the most extreme example, Kibera, one of the largest slums in the world. However, smaller scale setups like these can be found in many places in Nairibo.

Backyard of the family house in Nairobi, Kenya. There's a small slum behind it.

While I’m discussing slums here, I’d like to stress that I’m talking about the environment (compared to the sanitized Washington DC environments), and financial status.   There was not a sense of anarchy, gang-warfare, or anything.   While I’ve been told Nairobi has a fair share of carjackings and robberies, but for me it is not that because of the poverty there was an underlying sense of terror everywhere.  Life goes on.  These slums/poor outposts (I’m not finding a way to accurately describe them!) had restaurants, enterprising businesses, clubs, etc.  In Nairobi this is part of the environment. But I didn’t detect that people were *suffering* or waddling in misery necessarily–if anything I found the whole vibe there to be LESS stressful than here in DC.  I think many who participate in OWS protests don’t know how good they have it frankly, much stress here in the US is because of a sense of entitlement and self-created but I won’t get into that here.

Organized Chaos

Another aspect of Nairobi was what I’d describe as organized chaos. I say chaos because relative to home here in Washington DC, things are not as ordered and predictable. This is seen in various ways such as architecture, roads, driving, police behavior, etc  As described above with the slums, there is no zoning really.  Apartment complexes spring up anywhere…’ll see Korean and Japanese restaurants in residential areas (also with the same fences and gates).    For example, everyone wants money for everything they do–the guard at an an embassy wants money, the guy that helps you at the airport load your bag wants money, etc etc. People there have learned to live with it, they get to learn the rules, how much to give, when not to give, etc.  It’s a reinforcing cycle as sometimes you’ll have to give a little just to make sure for example the parking attendant doesn’t vandalize your car, but doing that solidifies his expectation and so on.  This is not ideal, but if nothing else, at least it is open and known in the open.  The driving in Nairobi is crazy, but not nerve-wracking like in Cairo which I’ll write about in the next blog.  I’d say it’s about the same as in Italy, where I found the driving tough too.

Just like the West

Despite such difference, in other ways it’s just like any other city I’ve lived in.  Some nightclubs are playing house music.  There’s LG outlets with the latest flat screen TVs.  There’s coffee hangout spots like Starbucks (called Java House there). Basically, if you have the money, there’s nothing you can’t find.  This might seem like something obvious to state, but its easy to get caught in perceptions of places that are not classified as “advanced nations”.  Again life goes on.

In ending I strongly I recommend that if you live in a Western city, that you do your best to travel to a non-western city at least once in your life.  It’s eye-opening to see how others live.  Grateful to live in Washington DC, appreciate the people and the circumstances that have made it so. Also I had a blast in Nairobi, catching up with cousins and old friends–interesting how it did not feel like I’d been away almost 20 years, I think this is because of facebook, which has eliminated barriers of distance. There’s a lot more to Kenya than all of this, but this was just a sampling of observations I had, feel free to drop any observations in the comments.  Hope to share reflections on the Egypt leg of the trip within a week– look out for it!

Six guidelines that will improve one’s life

There’s a few that I’ve been meaning to articulate as some point of compass for how I’d like to live my life.

I have finally been able to articulate something, and here are a few guidelines of the moment to which I aspire to live buy.

1.Do not be a bitch. Do not be a punk.

Basically what I mean by this is that I want to be dependable, and add value to friends.  I don’t want to be  unreliable, and I don’t want to be someone that diminishes others i.e. someone that is just not able to let others shine.  This can be subtle.  For example consider the following scenarios:

  • You’re with a group of friends and someone tells a captivating story and you immediately jump in to steal the thunder. “oh, that’s nothing. Look what *I* did….” etc.
  • You’re out with a guy friend that is running game on a girl that you also kind of like, but so far he has the upper hand.  It is time to say goodbye, and instead of being a good sport and leaving them alone for their “final” goodbye, you hang around lingering as the third wheel.
  • You’ve committed to going to a party with your boy, and you decide not to go out for no good reason at the last minute.  Because it’s raining or something irrelevant like that.

Basically looking to suck attention away from others to yourself is being a bitch, and being unreliable–not coming through when you said you would is being a bitch, and chronic oneupsmanship is being a bitch.

2. Money? Not a problem.

I am not “rich” at all but I believe finances is about not only the literal physical amount of money you have, but also your state of mind towards it.  I want to avoid a state where my day to day activities are motivated by the checkbook.  That means that I am avoiding  penny-pinching.  It means that if give my friend $20 for $16 movie tickets and he hasn’t given me back the $3 change it’s not keeping me up at night.

Also this means that I’m not dismissing good ideas immediately just based on money.  For example, if someone asks me “Let’s go to the beach in a few weeks”, and I immediately reply or think, “Nah.  I’m broke”.   I am not saying to be careless, but money shouldn’t be the reason that one doesn’t dream imaginatively, and enjoy their every day lives.

Lastly on this note, it’s about freeing yourself from self-imposed shackles.  I figure if one obsesses over dollars, they’ll certainly obsess over thousands or tens of thousands of dollars, so even when you have money you’ll be caught up in the same thought pattern.

3. I am not a woman.

I’m not a female.  Women are different than men (they really are—I mean do guys go to the bathroom in pairs?). I like being a man and would prefer to be generally more masculine than I am feminine.  That means I will not gossip, be moody, be catty, etc.

There’s A LOT more to this, but I’ll leave at this.

4. Pride and Joy in the success of others.

I want to practice being truly happy for the success and accomplishments of others.  This past weekend, I attended a friends debut fashion show, and visited two friends at their new homes.  One had a beautiful 2-garage 4BDR house in the suburbs of DC.  The other had a chic, modern condo right in the City—a great place for a young couple to be.  I was brimming with excitement for all three friends–I was truly proud of them.

If we’re honest, when others succeed, two destructive thought patterns tend to fester.  Either we feel some resentment or hostility for the persons success, or we beat ourselves up for not being ‘good enough’.  Both mindsets are harmful if allowed to take root.  I’m striving to make sure I don’t dwell in either headspace.

I view the success of others as an inspiration, and I am grateful to have close examples of the possibilities that life offers.  Besides, even from a purely selfish perspective, you should want friends to succeed.  If you have friends with money, friends that can open up different social circles from what you have, that are well networked, etc, that enriches your life and offers the potential for future opportunity.   Don’t hate!

5. Bullshit doesn’t concern me.

Basically by bullshit I mean trivialities that don’t matter that we worry about anyway.  Like worrying about the order in which cc’s appear in an office e-mail.   Or wondering if person X will hate you if you don’t invite them to your party—something that’s not under your control.   Worry should be reserved for events that deserve worry.

In this I’m including stuff like celebrity gossip, and entertainment awards, and reality TV.  Mild curiosity is ok—but being emotionally invested in this stuff is really pointless.

6. Nobody’s better than me, but I’m not better than anyone either.

I’m working on not being intimidated by status.  Status can be very intimidating and turn people into supplicating suck-ups.  That status can be from fame, from an authority position, or in the case of women it can be from looks (how many times have we men been guilty of doing something for a girl ONLY because she was very attractive?).   If status intimidates you, the sinister flipside is that by definition, you’d also expect others to bow down to you.   If you think others are better than you then you subscribe to a hierarchical world view in which just the way you see some above you, you see some below you.

How do you treat service personnel?  Do I ever find myself thinking, “I’m above, this person talking to me like that”? etc.  At work when you walk past people of a lower seniority do you ignore them, but always greet people who are senior to you?

These are principles that I’m going to strive to refocus my life on.

The simple life

“Life is hard” or “Life is not easy” we like to say.  It becomes repeated and accepted as fact.  I disagree that it has to be hard though.  Allowing for the reality that sometimes real sh*t goes down (like growing up in a warzone, disease, etc)  often we over-complicate life I think, and a lot of stress is self-inflicted.  Today I’m just sharing a few small things that I’ve done that I’ve found have reduced clutter from my life and allow me to walk through life with lightness and ease.  What about you all? Do you have any tips that have

What follows are ways I’ve made life easier for me:

Not reading reviews or critics: Since I stopped reading reviews and listening to critics, my enjoyment of film and music has increased.  I find movies much more rewarding.  I mean really music/films are either really good, ok, or bad.  That’s it really.  Reading movies before watching a film or listening to music gives you a bias, someone elses bias. Why ruin the movie? In any case many critics miss the boat, Transformer 2 doesn’t need Ebert’s approval.  It’s a movie about giant metallic robots that fight and blowup stuff.  It’s not trying to be an Oscar nominee, and not every movie has to be.  Movie ratings started reminding me about how some guys will rate girls as 8.5 or 6.5 when really the only three ratings are  I really would, I guess I would, or I wouldn’t ha! I’m just playing ladies. Well sort of.

Parking: Park where you want.  Don’t stress over having to park right in front of your destination.  Often people drive in circles for up to half an hour looking for the ideal spot.  I say anywhere within 20 minutes of wherever you want to get to is fair game.  You can enjoy some nice fresh air, or you can catch up on a few phone calls to friends.

Parking Lot

If you just parked at the outskirts and walked, you'll save time and be more relaxed.

Shopping the perimeter: When I go grocery shopping, I just shop the perimeter.  That’s basically the meats, veggies, fruits, and dairy.  I almost never veer into the aisles.  Only exception is to get some ketchup or sparkling water.  Or a unique spice that has run out or that I want to try—I grabbed some Sage the other day, perhaps next time I’ll try some Thyme.  I found that this cuts down the amount of time I do grocery shopping.  Also, intuitively you start to develop a sense of how much food you need and your grocery cost always comes out to about the same price.  Another added benefit of this is you eat properly.

Not eating added sugar or grain or vegetable oil: Dropped these from my diet. Break it occasionally, but 90% of the time I’m not touching it if it has added sugar, is a grain or has vegetable oil.  I don’t count calories.  Eat when I want.  Skip meals when I want.

Reducing my exercises and dropping routines: Related to the above, I do weights once on the weekend, once in midweek.  I do hard sprints/intervals once a week.  Other than that I take random walks of random lengths.  I don’t “run” any more.

Filtering advice: If the person advising me hasn’t done or experienced what they’re advising me on mentally I switch on.  If it’s a friend or family member I’ll be cordial and smile.  A favorite example is someone that has never bought a house advising me on how to get one or why I should get one, as I’m at the age (approaching 30) where there is no end of unsolicited advise on this issue.  If I’m going to listen to someone they must have fruit on the tree.

Hurrying: Nobody is really ever in a rush that you have to dive into a metro. Or let your heartbeat raise your blood pressure.  Unless I’m a tycoon making a $1,000,000+ deal or something.  I’m not promoting carelessness and disregard for others time.  I look to keep time, prepare well, and set off.  But once I’ve done my part it’s out of my hands.

Throwing away stuff: I now regularly and ruthlessly get rid  off any material possessions I have that I do not need.  A piece of clothing has a tear? Dress shoes too old? Furniture? Anything and everything that is not needed gets donated, sold or thrashed.  I’m a borderline minimalist now.  I’m not frugal or a saver though, but I’ve transitioned to quality over quantity.

Ignoring politics: I’ve been really engaged in US politics most the past 18 months, because of Obama’s election, and then the health care reform.  However, for the past couple of months I decided to stop reading political blogs.  The only politics I see is by scanning the Washington Post headlines.  I’d found that reading sites like DailyKos or Redstate were making me emotionally invested into issues that didn’t matter to me.  Plus it got addictive.

Ignoring celebrities: Well relatively.  That means not having an opinion on what they “should or shouldn’t” be doing with their own time and money.  That means not living vicariously through the lives of others.

Wearing only one color of clothing:  Purple.  That’s the only color of clothing I wear.  Everything else is black or grey.  The one exception is soccer jersey’s. I’ll buy all Liverpool, England, and Italy jerseys.  Obviously not all of those colors are grey/white.  I ended up with that because first it’s my favorite color.  Second, it’s made shopping for clothes easy.  If it’s not purple, grey or black I don’t see it.

Not watching TV: There is no reason to be paying for cable.  Really.  The only justifiable thing I can think of is sports, but there are sports bars, friends houses and ESPN3.    For me, in my experience, television encourages mindless channel zapping, which in turn gets people addicted. With internet and netflix, in which you can select what you “must” watch, cableTV really is pointless.

Reality TV = Poison

These are just a few things I’ve worked on that have made my life easier.  There’s still some areas I could improve on.  I surf the internet a lot and check e-mail more than ideal.  I’ll reduce that eventually.   Hope was able to relate to some people, and I look forward to getting some more simplification tips from readers.

Italy Trip (cont.), plus a new understanding on the importance of travel

“Mambo Italiano” by Dean Martin is the soundtrack to this post.

The power of dreams and desire. Even better yet, to put it in a less woo-woo new agey way, let us say the power of intent.   See long before I went to Italy, about a year before my family moved there or even knew they’d move there, I had started taking an interest in Italy.  I started casually studying the language, as well as reading up on tour guides and about the countries history and putting up visual representations of things related to Italy.   Those of you that have been to my place will know that on the fridge I had (and still do) have pictures of Italy.  Via Antica, Amalfi Coast, the Italian flag, etc.  …..and with the exception of Amalfi (which will happen in the future) I visited all.  Not only have I visited Italy, I have now gone twice.  Guys, whatever in life you want to do or accomplish, visualize it and plan it.  It will happen one way or another, I’ve noticed that the universe has a funny way of “coincidentally” manifesting happenings that align with what you want…what you really want, even subconsciously.   That’s a blog post for another day, but for purposes of this post I wont’ get to deep into that I just want to continue with the INSANE FUN I had with my new wife, my family, relatives and my friends from the USA in la citta eterna.

The trip was memorable, one for the ages, just in case I have not said so enough 🙂    The journey from Washington, D.C. to Europe was sort of a reality shock in that I felt a little disorienteted once I was at Dulles.  It is not that I was physically ill or anything, just that I was experiencing a simmering cauldron of emotions – mild anticipation, reflection….slight uncertainty, etc.  Like at the airport at Charles De Gaulle in Paris transferring I was like a fish out of water. It’s not like it was my first time traveling, but really this demonstrates how much one gets into a comfort zone in their enviroment and just coasts.  Like just the fact that you’re in an environment where people are not speaking English can be a shock, you do a doubletake like, “oh yeahhhh, English is NOT the language here”.   Speaking on the journey to Rome itself, it’d be incomplete without talking about the Air France trip to Europe.  As I boarded the Air France, I experienced my first serendipity of the trip.   Get this – I flew first class~!  Somehow through the grapevine, one of the ladies that worked on that flight had found out I was getting married, and had graciously prepared to set me up in first class, pending the Captains permission.  So I flew across the atlantic in first class.  It had a bed, a world class rated chef preparing the meals, etc.  I actually felt rested and refreshed after the trip.   The lesson I learned from flying first class was 1. Be nice to people.  I so much appreciated the gesture, it just set the stage for the whole trip.  That one kind act by the lady was much appreciated.  Never tire in doing kind deeds no matter how seemingly mundane.  This seems like obvious generic advice but how many people actually go out of their way to be nice to people rather than either just being plain disagreeable or snappy, or being neutral – barely acknowledging that others exist?  2. The finer things of life are there for all of us to experience.  A lot of times we rationalize limiting ourselves to the normal or average.  Now it’s not that there’s anything wrong with that….but there’s nothing wrong with the best or the fine things either.  You are worthy, I’m worthy.  I have promised myself that one way or another Stella will fly first class one day, and I hope anyone reading this will too.

Lots of private space, personal attention and special first class goodies.  Called "L'Espace Premier"

Lots of private space, personal attention and special first class goodies. Called "L'Espace Premier"

Fast-forwarding to the day after the wedding and move on to overall thoughts of the trip and city.  On Saturday evening, my brother arranged a pub crawl for most of the traveling party – we were about fifteen of us.  Now this was actually my first pub crawl (called BAR crawl in the USA I’d never really had an interest in doing one and I still wont’ wouldn’t be the same in DC outside of the novelty of Rome) but good thing I experienced it in Rome.  We met up at the Colosseum, which glowers like a burning coal at night.  Rome needs to be seen twice to be fully appreciated, see it at daytime and see it again at night.   Well, so the plan was to hit 3 bars and end at a club, in a pub crawl you walk from one destination to the next as a group, a big group like 50 or more.  It’s very fun, the camaraderie and all of that.  Free drinks at the first club, and free shots on entry at the rest.  We missed the first club so we joined in at the second bar.  I’m not going to write up about the actual partying itself as it wasn’t necessarily different from what one would do anyway, but what made the night was the people I was with, and the fact that we were walking in the streets of Roma.   In between one of the bars, some of us branched of to grab some authentic pizza – real pizza doesn’t have tomato sauce, it’s square and it’s thin crust and often has potatoes – that’s how they roll in Italia, and some ice cream, called gelato there, which was impossibly fresh.  The last club a place called Mood was the  climax of the crawl.  My brother knows the owner there, and even designed the logo, he’s a great graphic designer.   It was underground and what a majestic setting.  There were no plain corridors, in that there was seating along the corridors, but enclosed in a way that they were inside the wall, like a booth, but the seats were plush white.   Other than the dance area, it didn’t seem like rooms, it was like chambers.  The lighting was neon blue, red, and a greenish hue deepening on the area of the club that you were.  Oh we danced. and danced. and danced. and sweated.  We mingled with people, some of my friends were camera happy and getting very friendly with ladies from Italy, but there was also some ladies from Brazil and Australia who were partying themselves too.  For sure that was a night that ended too soon and we had to part our ways.  I wasn’t back at the house yet, I was to stay at the suite at the Marriot Park for the second night which was in the suburb, but we walked a group that was going back to our residence in Rome to the taxi.  That was after walking in the streets, imagine having the streets of Rome to yourself.  Fifteen or so of us, after a night of dance, song and drink, merrilly reminiscing and kidding with each other relaxing in the Piazza – the central Piazza to where most of us were located as well as the club was Piazza Novona.   We even had an impromptu 3a.m. tour courtesy of my brother haha.  There was lots of picture taking and bonding for about an hour before everyone went their way.  One of our party wasn’t even going to sleep, as he had to go to India the next day at 6 am and it was already like 4 am.  My best man and I walked him to the bridge, then went with my best man to his hotel.   If you live in a big city which has any appreciable architecture or you’d consider it intimate, pencil in a day to walk through it’s streets in its downtown between 3am and 5 am.

Rome at Night 2

I wanted to talk about the pub crawl as it was truly a peak experience.   Overall in regards of the trip, being back what I’ll ask myself is what about Italy is great?  It’s diversity for one (geographical and living diversity, not population diversity).  From the urban fashion centre of Milan, to skiiing in the Alps, to the nostalgic hills and vineyards of Tuscany, to the cliff anchored beaches of Amalfi, to the island of Sicily, to the novelty of Venice, to the pristine Florence.  And mind you that is all without mentioning Rome, which is where I was as I didn’t go to any of those other places.  From my stay in Rome I grew very attached to some random things and also the way of life.  Red Orange Juice. Villas.  Incredibly laid back and slow paced manner of people there.   Even while working people seem like they’re on holiday.  Buses that are plentiful and go everywhere. Pebble roads.  The cities intimacy think narrow streets, outdoor restaurants and piazzs. Architecture on a few fronts, first of all it’s history.  Will anything that’s being built today last 2,000 years? By the way, it’s not just the colloseum that has history, though it’s the most famous.  There is the Roman Forum, and also there are random ruins abound.  Also some of the wall of ancient Rome still exists.  While speaking of ancient Rome, I have to mention that I visited Ostia Antica with Stella.  Ostia Antica is an ancient harbor city of Rome, it’s actually older than Rome itself, and it’s ruins exist today.  The full ruins, meaning the entire actual town.  Like you walk through the streets, go the market square, see houses, main streets, etc.  I’d say it’s a lesser known Pompeii if you will, but if transport or time is a problem and you’re in Rome, it’s definitely worth a look to get your “ruined city” fix.   A second aspect of the architecture is just how epic it is.  Buildings that evoke power and status, the kind that you behold and your mental reaction is wowed.  Lastly on the architecture there is the divine.  Think Michael Angelo.  Sistine chapel.  Il Vaticano.

Unknown SoldierSistine Chapel

In conclusion I have to say that travel is a must.  I’d say it really is not an option if you truly want to maximize your life.  It’s like a ctrl-alt-delete on yourself. See when a computer is on after a while, it accumulates high usage of RAM (memory) or in a web browser, it starts storing too many cookies or spyware and it gets sluggish and slow.   People are like that too.  Naturally, after a while one gets infected with spyware (BS from others), accumulates too much RAM (stress and worry) and starts getting numb and going through the motions.  Travel is like doing ctrl-alt-delete on the computer or clearing your cookies.  It refreshes one and injects some passion via a new experience in them.  I mean after seeing the Sistine chapel, you find the idea of living your life vicariously through reality TV or engaging in gossip just ridiculous, like while you’re there or as soon as you get back, you’d react to such stuff like how you’d view 4 year olds bragging over who can swing higher.  Reading experiences of others such as that of my former roommate or from reading Tim Ferris, I realize that one big limiting belief about travel is that one needs to be rich or have endless time to travel.  That’s been something that’s held me back.  It’s not true.  Mexico is $250 flight.  Miami is $150.  One can go to Europe for $300-500 if they get a deal off season.  I’ll have to be creative.

Northern lights

I want to share with you some of the destinations I WILL visit in my lifetime outside of my resident and home countries, USA and Kenya.   Please share yours with me in your comments as well, I’m very much interested in where you want to go as well. If you live or know anyone or anything about these spots, please give me a shout  These are just the major marked places.  No doubt I’ll  have some minor destinations as well, some local travel in the USA, short weekend getaways etc, it’s not about limiting myself…but these that I’ll share with you are a must for me.  We can start with Norway, as I want to sail through the fjords, and I want to see the Northern lights with my own eyes – which resemble a curtain of emeralds, reflecting the moons light and lastly for Norway I  also want to visit the northern most inhabited city on earth.  Then there is Brazil,  where I want to experience mother earth through the amazon river and forest, and yes I also want to see what the sexy and sensous hype of that culture is all about.  I will go to Thailand to visit buddhist ruins.  I will go to England, to see the birthplace of the beatles and to watch Liverpool FC at Anfield in Liverpool, England.  I will visit Scotland and Ireland for the cliffs, highlands and endless green – have you guys seen Braveheart? Yeah, I want to go to those fields and cliffs.  Hong Kong for the ultimate in urban living, forget New York man.  One day, as my mortality wanes I want to have lived a great and productive life and to be able to tell my great-great grandchild (I plan on living to be over 100) who will seat at my feet , with conviction of the things I’ve seen and experienced in my years.

NOTE: IF anyone reading this lives in or has experience with Italy, Thailand, Hong Kong, Brazil, Norway/Scandinavia or the UK please e-mail me would love to know the insider details.