Two thousand ten was a spectacular year. A year that told the world, “Yes, you’re really in the 21st century and no, it’s not going anywhere”. It was a year which history looked to with grand aspirations, dreams and expectations. It was a year that brought great strife, both in the form of economic and military struggles as well as brutal natural disasters. Yet, it was also a year that brought a sense of economic recovery, fantastic new milestones in science and reminders that the future will always be bright for those who choose to shape their destiny.
Professionally – On a more personal level 2010 was a spectacular year for me. Many may be wondering why I’m writing a year in review post nearly two weeks into 2011. Well, the answer lies in just how busy, adventurous and enjoyable 2010 was. The truth is, this is the first chance I’ve had to sit down and type out my thoughts or even to truly reflect on 2010 as a whole.
On a professional level I saw significant growth. I was able to continue to weather the tail end of the financial recession in a workplace I enjoy with people I have the utmost respect for despite being in an industry that was nearly obliterated by the great recession.
I continued to grow my web-based projects and launched http://travelresourcelist.com which has been well received and supplements my http://ultimatepackinglist.com resource site which has also continued to grow and receive widespread praise. In addition to these projects I launched http://youtube.com/travelanswers which has been an enjoyable side project. All the while, these projects further supported the continued growth and health of this site, VirtualWayfarer.com. 2010 saw VW pay for itself and turn a small profit, as well as increase its web presence and following. Not bad for a side hobby!
From a personal branding point of view 2010 saw me rank in several top 100 travel personality/blog lists, quoted on MSNBC Travel, and across a variety of major travel oriented web blogs. The year also provided an opportunity to return to Ignite Phoenix and deliver a second presentation to a sold out, 700 person audience. This time on the power and advantages of solo travel. The year also presented me with the opportunity to return to Arizona State University where I gave three guest lectures. Two on Global Communities and Virtual Worlds and one to Journalism students on the value and benefits of blogging and social media. Lastly, the year provided the opportunity to meet a wealth of local travel professionals and bloggers through the Arizona Travel Tweetup series which I organized, launched and hosted.
2010 also saw me begin my preparations and exploration into a return to school in the pursuit of a Masters and PhD. With 8 applications in to top tier schools last year set what I hope will bring new adventures, challenges and great growth in motion. Exciting!
Travel/On The Road – I could not have asked for a better series of trips. 2010 offered me a rare opportunity in which I enjoyed both summer solstices (northern and southern hemisphere) in near polar locations. In the northern hemisphere I enjoyed it in Central Norway, in the southern hemisphere I celebrated it in Tierra del Fuego Argentina, often referred to as ‘el fin del mundo’ or the end of the earth. These locations offered long days, short nights and amazing memories.
In 2010 I added 5 new countries to my list. Though two of those (Chile and Peru) were only quick airport layovers I experienced Norway, Denmark and Argentina thoroughly for the first time while revisiting Ireland, Mexico and Germany which have become old travel companions and friends.
In total I spent approximately 38 days in 2010 abroad. This was split between a 20 day trip and a 18 day trip. Where I welcomed 2010 on a sandy beach in Playa del Carmen, Mexico I bid the year goodbye from a steamy rooftop terrace in the Palermo district of Buenos Aires, Argentina.
In addition to my trips abroad, I also realized the opportunity for some regional domestic tourism with extended weekend trips to Northern Arizona. While there I re-visited the Grand Canyon for the first time in years while enjoying a spectacular sunset, photographed the painted desert, explored Flagstaff through the eyes of a tourist and re-visited Sedona and Oak Creek Canyon.
The year also brought the opportunity to connect with old friends. Some of whom I hadn’t seen in years, others of whom I’d met last year on the road during my travels. They hosted me, entertained me and shared their native culture, cities and lives with me, which was a pure delight and incredible gift. Similarly, my adventures presented the opportunity to make a wealth of new friends from the world over who I look forward to hosting or visiting in the not-so-distant future. On a related note, I hosted my first two couchsurfers in 2010 which introduced me to two delightful people, while meeting up with several others for coffee.
In Review – There’s no doubt a lot which I’ve left out or overlooked, but in truth it’s just icing on the icing on the cake. This past year was an incredible one. One which I will remember fondly for the rest of my life. So, while I’m sorry to see it go, given all the great things it offered I cannot wait to see what 2011 brings. The promise of new discoveries, new adventures, new growth, new experiences, and new people with powerful lessons and incredible insights.
Goodbye 2010 and welcome 2011. Let the adventure continue!
As I begin my first full day in Spain there is already so much to share that I´m eager to put it down while it is still vivid in my memory. It´s about 11:00AM. As I upload several videos I´m typing away on a sticky keyboard in a small internet cafe down the street from my hostel.
My flight over was good. Long, but good. Matt picked me up from the apartment around 9 and by 10:00 I found myself checking in and going through security. Lines were non-existent and by 10:30, after a quick snack, I was relaxing at my departure gate watching the minutes slowly march by. Despite the lack of lines the airport itself was alive with activity. People coming, going, and generally caught up in the hustle and bustle that makes the lifeblood of an airport so fascinating to watch. By 11:30 I double- checked my gate number, only to find that it had been changed during my brief nap. After tracking down the new gate we boarded and set off.
I´m anything but impressed with US Airways. While the staff on the US leg was courteous and the highlight of the trip, the planes are old, dirty junkers that have been stripped of everything humanly possible. It´s truly embarrassing when compared to companies like EasyJet and RyanAir. The US planes are older/just as old, in comparable/worse condition, they charge for everything, the service is mediocre and yet the fares for the US Airways flights are at best 10X the price. I´m relatively confident that the planes on both legs of my trip were older than I was and showed it. On the first leg food, and even more obnoxiously water, was available for sale – despite the 3.5 plus hour length of the trip.
After a 30 plus minute delay getting off the ground we eventually found our way to Philadelphia. Luckily they´d factored in over an hour of extra time for delays and I was able to make my connecting flight with just enough time in between to grab a quick bite to eat, and to refill my water bottle.
Unfortunately, the Phili to Madrid flight was delayed by some sort of mechanical problem initially which at one point involved them shutting the entire plane/power off, which was rather entertaining. By the time we finally got up and running and began our taxi out to the runway the weather had deteriorated forcing us to get a de-icing spraydown before taxing back to the takeoff queue. No sooner had we finished the de-icing wash and begun to taxi back to the queue when the weather changed again, forcing a second trip to the de-icing zone for a different type of chemical spraydown. Two+ hours later we were finally prepared for takeoff and airborn.
Before watching the one in flight movie – Journey to the Center of the Earth – on the old wall mounted plasma, dinner was served. Chopped southwestern style chicken, with rice, corn, salad and a roll. Unfortunately, they somehow managed to burn the rice presumably by having the container on the heater or in the microwave too long. Beyond that the lettuce was wilted – but it made for a good enough snack. On the upside I didn´t get food poisoning =p. My post nap routine consisted of reading, snatching brief naps, listening to music and generally staring at the back of the seat in front of me.
The highlight of the flight was the sunrise. As we crossed the ocean at 35k feet with the sea below us, a blood red sunrise slowly spread across the horizon. It was truly spectacular with some of the most vivid reds and oranges I’ve seen in a sunrise in a long time. The sunrise´s beauty was made that much more dramatic by our altitude and the absence of clouds. Truly stunning.
I arrived in Madrid around 11:30 AM on Wednesday. Always a weird sensation to leave at 1PM one day and then to arrive in your destination nearly a day later. Customs was incredibly easy and by 11:45 I was standing at the entrance doors to the airport scratching my head, letting the realization that I´d made it sink in, and trying to decide my next step. As you might imagine, first things first – money. After a little hunting I eventually tracked down an ATM and pulled out some cash. After picking up a packet of gum to break the large bills the ATM gave me and to get change for the Metro I tracked down a tourist information chiosk, picked up a free map and then continued towards the Metro. Directions, metro map and city map in hand I quickly picked up a metro ticket and traveled my way through the 3 metro lines I needed, before finally arriving at Tirso De Molina. The Spanish metro so far has been extremely clean, easy to navigate and punctual – fantastic!
It was not until I made my way up the old granite steps out of the metro station and into a brisk, sunny, Madrid day that I truly felt like I was in Spain. The metro station is in a small square, ringed by a market, various odd shops, a small theatre, and a number of bars. Among the newspaper stands there are 5 or 6 flower vendors selling beautiful arrangements of freshly cut flowers, moss, vases and other similarly themed items.
My hostel was about 100 meters down one of the smaller, one-way side streets off of the main square. With the office located on the 4th floor it was an entertaining adventure to find the right buzzer on the door, then to make my way up to the Musas Hostel. The hostel itself is clean, modern, fun and laid back with fantastic facilities. The rooms are extremely clean and all have in-suite bathrooms which is nice. The room I´m in is a 10 person mixed sex room with bunkbeds sandwiched in, in every way possible. With free 15 minute web access, a full kitchen and great common area it´s a great deal for 15 Euro a night. The hostel itself is oddly decorated with vividly graphic, but artistic sketches of women in the nude or half drawn images of sextual acts. Entire walls are covered in the colorful, framed, 8×10 sketches creating a fun, artistic, and highly entertaining scrapbook like feel.
After checking in, I dropped my bag in the baggage room and made my way to the common area where I dozed, read and checked my e-mail while I waited until they finished cleaning the rooms at 3. By 3:15 I was snoring away contentedly in my hostel bunk eager to snatch a few hours of sleep for what I knew would be a full evening.
By 5:30 I was up and ready for food and exploring. Ready for something familiar I made my way down a random street from the square and quickly found a kebab shop. With a steaming kebab in one hand and a soda in the other I took in the street’s odd assortment of Asian, Middle Eastern, and bizarre clothing/rug/trinket stores while enjoying the cobblestone streets, historic architecture and general feel of the city. My foray into the surrounding area lasted about an hour before I found myself back at the hostel engaged in conversation with/getting to know a number of the other travelers. As expected most are Australians and New Zealanders with a number of Canadians and Americans thrown into the mix. After another quick foray to the corner store for beer and salami I ended up cooking an extra chicken breast given to me by an Australian couple who didn’t want to go to waste.
By 9:00 Eduardo – a gentleman from Mexico City, who has been living in Spain for the last 6 years and currently works for the hostel – brought out a large tub of Sangria and a deck of cards. After a warm up game of Kings Cup we demolished the Sangria and all elected to pay the 10 Euro for the pub crawl Edwardo was leading.
After a few brief stops at nearby hostels our group made our way to the first pub. There, as part of the crawl we each got a free pint and an hour or so to mix, mingle, and relax. Somehow I ended up meeting a group of 3 girls my age, out with an older husband/wife and family friend. Despite my nearly non-existent and their nearly non-existent English we quickly hit it off – though for the life of me, I´m still confused about what they were out celebrating. Each had Christmas raindeer antlers on, flashing/glowy rings, and two of them had large boas. We danced, we chatted, we laughed, we drank and before long one of the girls ended up putting her antlers on me and insisting I wear/keep ’em. After a thoroughly entertaining hour or two the pub crawl moved on. I said goodbye to my new found friends, and got a hearty laughs for the rest of the pub crawl for my antlers.
The next few pubs we went to were all surprisingly busy for a Wednesday night and an absolute blast. Despite intending to get to bed by 1:00AM, I found myself at the last stop on the crawl – a large underground night club. Too tired to dance more and with the pub crawl winding down I elected to set off back towards the hostel which I knew was somewhere to the south. Starving I picked up a can of pringles – the only thing I could find and began wandering slowly south. Eventually, with a general idea where I was, I was lost. Wandering through the winding warren of deserted streets I eventually ended up walking near/past a group of 3 well dressed locals in their late 30s/early 40s. As I approached one of the guys asked me a quick question in Spanish which I didn´t understand. After a quick exchange, he asked if I knew where a bar was. Right as he did, we apparently found it. The bar – was a local hole in the wall. With a door that looked more like the entrance to a house than an establishment, no sign, and definitely no windows. The gentleman I´d be talking to asked if I wanted to join them…I thought about it for a second, sized them up, considered the time and then went for it.
Just inside the door and to the left was the bar. In many ways it looked like the entrance to a tiny hotel. With stairs going up on one side, and the bar where the receptionist would ordinarily be. We passed by the bar, and quickly made a left down a small hallway into a small room full of people, cigarette smoke, small tables and music. Despite the late hour – probably close to 4AM the place was packed. A quick count showed more than 40 people sandwiched into the small area. The room had a wooden bench seat that wrapped around most of it with a tiled back that stretched up to about head height as you sat. There was a tightly packed small coffee shop and tables in the middle. We sat and Carmen, the woman in the group quickly said hello to “El Maesrto” an older gentleman with a cane, and suit coat, who periodically burst out into low, smoke flavored song.
There was one acoustic guitar which was periodically passed between people while others seemingly at random burst out into song. Sometimes brief 30 second blurbs, other times longer snippits of song. The crowd as a whole snapped or clapped along all the while drinking and smoking. Almost everyone there had a cigarette in hand and the smoke left everyone’s voice rough and eyes red. It added to the atmosphere. The walls were simply decorated with photos of flamenco singers and performers. The gentleman I´d met was thrilled to share the experience with me.
Eager to capture the moment, but feeling as though it might be inappropriate to pull out my camera, I turned my video camera on in my pocket to capture some of the songs and the atmosphere. Here are the two videos – though i´m afraid they´re audio only:
Eventually my new found friends left and I decided it was time to continue to wayward trip home. Here´s a brief video I shot as I walked – one i´m sure you´ll love mom:
Not to fear, I eventually found my way home safe and sound, crawled into bed, and think I have managed to thoroughly beat my jet lag.
Time to get to exploring the city! Bye for now!