Quote of the day: Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace. – Eugene O’Neil
People we met: This trip to Rio was one we concurred on our own. We had intensions of meeting up with our friend Thiago (We stayed with him in BA) but we never got the chance to. I hope he is well and wish him the best! I’ll never forget, “Um pouco do drogas, um pouco do salada!” That’s what keeps the balance.
Update: We are sick. I have been sick for almost 2 weeks and Amanda got sick shortly after. We were felling better until the flight from the falls back to Sao Paulo. We are now in a hotel room trying to recover until our trip back to the states. We want to be healthy by the time we get to Maui, and hopefully well enough to have a beer or two with our good friend Zach… Or Zac… Or Z??? Who know what he goes by these days.
Rio
Hello again! And welcome back to another riveting episode of “Nick and Amanda’s Amazing Adventure!” This is a special chapter dedicated to Amanda’s favorite place thus far, RIO! And after you read a little further, I’m sure you’ll know why… I liked Rio however I’m still on “Team Mendoza” due to the wine and horses.
What does Rio have that makes it so interesting?
I’ll be honest with you, we were complete tourists in Rio. We did all the tourist things, and walked around looking like a pair of Gringos, just waiting to be mugged. With that said, we also did some of our own exploring and found some places that I can promise you not many people have have had the opportunity to see… How, you ask? Well, we are not the type of Gringos that follow the rules! We are the type that get lost in Favelas and walk down unmarked trails in the middle of the jungle. We are the dummies that walk to the top of the Lapa Stairs because the tour guide on the bus told us “it’s not safe” and we wanted to know why?… Pair of real rule-breakers, we are!
And so it begins..
Our hostel was crap for the first part of our stay. In all honesty, most hostels are crap but we are really starting to get tired of living in crap places ALL THE TIME. So if I’m being fair, the hostel wasn’t all that bad (besides the phantom monkey that threw shit at us at night). However in this case, we did pay more to try and find a “nicer” crappy place while still staying in our budget. Lets just say it didn’t work out in our favor and I’m pretty sure the musty and moldy room is the reason I got sick.
We ended up cutting our stay at the hostel short and traded it in for a nice and comfy stay at the “Windsor Leme”. Which, if you ever find yourself in Rio… I highly recommend staying there. Bougie was our middle name at this place! I could get used to treatment like that!
The beaches are huge and beautiful! The sand is clean, the waves are big, the food was good, the drinks are delivered to you on the beach, and everyone was naked! Well, that last part was a bit of a stretch. Maybe I should of said “nearly” naked :). You will not see any men or women in “suits” like they wore in Rio.
Here’s a tip: Wanna know how to point out an American on the beach in Rio? If they are not wearing a speedo or a thong… There is a high probability they are American! People in Rio really like to show off some skin. Size, age, and gender do not matter. Fair warning, I quite like the men’s “trunks” :). So you might just find me wearing a new kind of “shorts” to the pool next year HAHAHA! This is, of course, after I lose the 25lbs I gained on the trip.
Adventures
We did so much in such a short period of time! I want to tell you about them all, but I’m not going to. I don’t have the patience to sit and type that long, and you probably don’t care to be bombarded by a bunch of mindnumbing details. So I’ll stick to the good stuff.
By far the most interesting tale of this trip was getting lost in a favela. For those of you who do not know what a favela is I will enlighten you. We in the states refer to them as “the projects” or better yet, the ghetto. And there are 3 types: 1) Not so safe 2) Really unsafe and 3) Stay the F*%$& away…
Guess where we got lost?
It all started with an idea to find a “hidden” (does not exist) path that led from one side of the mountain, to the other. We had no idea how to get to it, so we set off and started walking… Little did we know that the area that we had to hike through was an unpacified favela… And we didn’t realize we were in trouble until it was a little too late.
So, there we were. Waking up a half-beaten path on the side of a mountain, surrounded by trash and crumbling buildings which were actually houses. Phone in hand, trying to find our way on google maps and looking like a pair of lost tourists when we hear some guy yelling from a balcony. I ignored it at first (not my business) but the yelling continued. We look up to see some guy clearly gesturing us to go in a different direction. But we had no idea which way to go or how to get there, so we started to keep walking in the direction we were heading. But he kept yelling and gesturing for us to go the other way.
The look of “I’m clueless.. Please help”
So we gave him the universal sign for: “I’m clueless… Please help!!!” Which seemed to work because at that time he told us to stay where we were and not move… when he disappeared, I picked up the first sharp rock I could find and put it in my pocket. I’ve seen movies… I wasn’t going to go down without a fight!
Lucky for me, I didn’t need the rock because the guy came down from his balcony and escorted us out of the favela and to an old hidden path that you can tell was not used in a long time. This path led us to an abandonded lookout point of Copacabana Beach! It was SO COOL!
We later learned about favela’s and where not to go. This is when we realized that the place where we were was not safe and that guy probably saved us from getting into trouble. We are internally grateful to the guys that helped us find this place!
The Big Dude Tour: Christ The Redeemer
Yep… I found Jesus on this trip! I’ve always heard people say that you can truly find yourself while traveling. I don’t know if that is true or not, but I did find Jesus on a big rock and he seemed pretty impressive. Of course I left him there, but I’ll know where to go if I ever find myself in need.
All joking aside, Christ The Redeemer was a pretty cool thing to see. A little smaller than I expected, but impressive none the less. Not to mention we knocked one more item off of the “NEW”7 wonders of the world. I say new because there are the old wonders and new wonders… I guess they decided it was time to recalibrate back in 2000. So a group of researchers determined that there are “new” or “Modern” wonders since many of the original 7 no longer exist.
The tour was pretty cool. It took us to 3 very cool places: The Lapa stairs, Christ The Redeemer, and we ended on a mountain top called “sugar loaf” overlooking the city and watching the sun set behind the mountains. We took hundreds of pics and videos! Every time I took a step I felt the need to take another picture. It was like every step got more and more beautiful.
I made a video of the entire Rio trip but there were a few pics that I really wanted to share. The first of which being this really cute guy on the left. This is a Pigmy Marmoset monkey which Amanda made friends with. These guys are so small! I bet he wasn’t more than 2 lbs. For reference: that is a peanut in his hand, just one little peanut! Needless to say, Amanda was elated! And so was he as you can tell! He really liked the free food. I was really glad that we were able to see one of these little guys while we were here and everyone knows how much Amanda likes monkeys, so you can imagine the size of her smile after getting to hang out with and feed this little guy, it really made her day!
The next pictures I want to share was from watching the sunset over the city. I Love a beautiful sky and this was by far one of the best views I have ever seen. I know that the pictures wont do it justice, but I hope I took two really good ones that will show you how pretty the sunset was and how amazing the city looked after it set.
Jungle trip 2.0
This one was no where near as difficult as Machu Picchu but it was just as rewarding. Amanda was reading a blog about a couple hidden waterfalls that only locals know about (obviously not “ONLY” since it was in a blog, but not a lot of people). So we set of again in hopes of finding something cool and hidden. And we were very successful!
I could of made a blog entry about this day by itself with everything that happened. We got lost, of course, we found a family of monkeys, we climbed the sides of mountains, and we found our own private waterfall! I wore flops because I thought we were just going to take a leisurely stroll through some path in the woods but I couldn’t have been farther from the truth. So my feet got pretty beat up but it was worth the scars.
In hope of not getting lost in another favela, we took an Uber to get to the trail and started our first 30 min hike to get to the local hangout. it was pretty cool but we were not happy with only finding one of the three, we wanted to find them all so we continued… A really long story short, we found them all and more… 5 hours later we managed to crawl our way out of the jungle. covered in sweat and cuts but alive and well 🙂 not a minute too soon either because as soon as we found a road it started to storm and we hailed a taxi to take us back to the hotel.
Here are a couple pics of our adventure, nothing that shows how cool it really was but I don’t think anything besides the memories will be able to do that.
Alright, I know that you are tired of hearing me drone on about Rio. Especially since I feel like I have done such a piss-poor job of explaining just how amazing it was. So, to make the rest of this easier I think you should just click below and take a look at some of our adventures in the video I put together.
Quote of the day: Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world. -R.W. Emmerson
People we met:
Monica’s 31st Birthday Party!!!
Monica: First I would like to say Happy Birthday to our new friend, She just turned 31! We met Monica at a craft beer bar and she has such an amazing story. She was born and raised in Sao Paulo and spent the beginning part of her life working as an industrial Engineer. However 3 weeks ago, Monica made a choice to quit her job and work (volunteer) for a start-up non-profit organization focused on providing safe passage and living accommodations for families running from the chaos in Venezuela. They have already raised enough money to bring 6 families to Brazil and they are close to achieving their first goal of 10 families! HOW AWESOME! She said that corporate life was not for her and she wanted to do something that made an impact on the world. I envy her courage and wish I were as strong willed and confident ad she is… Anyway, as we talked she told us that she was celebrating her 31st birthday and she invited us to celebrate with her and her friends that weekend. Of course we accepted and had a great time listening to music and trying new foods with her. I am so glad to have net her and I wish her nothing but the best of luck, she is a good person that deserves good things!
Ming: Our roommate while staying in Sao Paulo! Ming is 26 and works for Facebook. We were lucky enough to meet him while he was traveling Brazil on his vacation. From the first day when we walked into the hostel Ming was extremely nice! I love his passion to get out and explore and he was so easy to talk to and get to know. It was nice to have someone to explore with, talk to, and exchange stories with.
Thais Herrero 2.0: If anyone remembers 3 months ago we met a woman in Peru. She helped us get to the water/light park. She lives in Sao Paulo and we decided to look her up while we were visiting and we are so glad we did… She took us to one of her favorite restaurants and introduced us to some really amazing authentic Brazilian food. I never thought shrimp and pumpkin stew with bean bread and rice would have been soo amazing :). After lunch we walked around a really cool market where there were all sorts of antiques with live music and street food. We probably could have spent all day just walking around. I found some really cool Masonic literature that dated back to the 1800s!!! That shit was so cool.
Update: We are in Rio now and having an amazing time! I have another update about Rio that I will share but I didn’t want to bunch everything together and dilute our time in Sao Paulo. Anyway, we miss you guys and can’t wait to see you all soon!
The bus ride from hell
So, in South America there are really not a lot of things to be afraid of. At least not as many as you would think. However, your bus breaking down in the middle of the Brazilian jungle, hours away from civilization in the middle of a hot day definitely ranks pretty high on the list of things that make you say, AWW SHIT!
If it were just the broken down bus this would not have made the cut into the “terrible experiences” category. But I wouldn’t be telling you about this this if the story ended there. OHHH NOOO… See, after breaking down and waiting for our “replacement” to come and save us we were instructed to grab our belongings and head outside, on the side of the road… I did mention we were in the middle of the jungle, right? Anyway, we grabbed our things and started walking to the new bus where we were directed to find a seat upstairs. Easy-Peasy!
Now, I know that many of you are not familiar with taking buses and I especially know that you are unaware of the smell that comes from being cramped like sardines into a hot bus that is bouncing around the mountains but you can take my word when I tell you its not a pleasant experience. This is why we have always paid the extra money to have the upgraded reclining seats with air conditioning, drinks, and WIFI.
My story is not done yet my friends. See, they did not send an empty bus to get us. They sent us a bus that was already more than 1/2 full. And lucky for us, the only seats left were directly next to the poorly maintained shit box (that term was supposed to be taken literally) in the far back of the bus where the suspension of the bus gives you that extra cushion, kinda like being on a boat, a hot boat, packed with smelly people, next to a shit filled box…
I forget to mention that there was still 6 hours left on our journey. Let the motion sickness commence!
Amanda attempting to get us arrested by taking a photo of the cop that was going through our stuff
So this was a bad experience, Yes… However, here is where this trip went from bad to terrible. About an hour before we made it to the bus stop, we were pulled over and raided by police. They searched and checked every person on the bus and here we were, sweating in our seats because we had no idea what to expect… Finally the cops get to us, and things didn’t exactly go as well as hoped… THANK THE SWEET BABY LOARD JEASUS for the girl in front of us because the cop started asking me questions and I didn’t have answers. I was mumbling, sweating, and trying to tell him I didn’t speak Portuguese but I could tell he was not pleased until the girl in front of us started acting as our translator… PHEWWWWW!!!! She got us out of a tight spot… and by the way… Fuck that bus ride!
One very long day later we finally made it to Sao Paulo… I’ll never forget that as long as I live.
Batman Ally
Sao Paulo actually didn’t have as much to offer as we had planned. We both thought that it was going to be a huge party city with a lot going on. Alas, we were incorrect. The city was nice, don’t get me wrong. We walked around and saw a lot of cool things. Plus there was a lot of craft beer places which made me really happy (and fat) but overall, the city was kinda dull. With that said, we did have some highlights and one of them was the famous (in Sao Paulo) Batman ally. I posted a ton of pics on Facebook so I’m not going to flood this blog with a ton more art, but this place was incredible. The skill of these artists is overwhelming, and there is something to be said about walking around a town where every square inch is covered in art… You feel like you are in a dream, not your dream, but the dream of hundreds of minds. It’s an immersive experience where your eyes flood your brain with emotion and thought provoking visions. There is a story behind every painting and the chaos that is created by having it completely surround you as you walk down the street makes you feel like Alice at the Mad Hatter’s tea party.
Like I said, I’m not going to flood this post with a bunch of pics, but I’ll put a few of my favorites on here for you:
Quidditch Game and LARPing
Everyone knows how much I love Harry Potter. I mean, Ash and I have been having binge watching parties on holiday weekends since 2006. There is nothing better than 6 bottles of wine, Pretzels, a large Gionino’s Pizza, and 16 hours of HP!
So you can imagine the huge smile I had on my face when I was walking with Amanda and Ming through a field in a park when a group of about 15 full grown (early to mid 20s) adults start running around on brooms and smashing each other with bludgers! A REAL LIFE QUIDDITCH MATCH! These guys were hardcore, I watched a girl smash another girl in the face with a bludger just so her teammate could “fly” down the field and score a goal with the Quaffle like a MFing BOSS!!!
Needless to say I grabbed a comfy piece of grass and watched these dedicated players run up and down the field for the better part of an hour. Listen, they even had jerseys and Refs, they meant business!
Here comes a little bit of insight, something Amanda and I want to bring back with us to the states. People in South America are generally way more active and social than we are in the states. Every time we have gone to a park we are amazed by the amount of people, of all kinds, walking around or playing some kind of sport. Picnics are a regular thing in South America, and it doesn’t even have to be something special. They just sit outside and enjoy each others company, no TV, no Phones, no distractions… Just enjoying the moment and having good conversation. I get that in the winter this is hard for us to do, but nothing stops us from trying to be more social and active.
Speaking of active, I also have to mention that we saw 2 “Factions” of Larpes on opposite sides of the park practicing for their “Battle Royale”! again, these were groups of people that were anywhere between 15 and 50. I bet Amanda that she didn’t know what LARPing stood for and as usual she surprised me with the correct answer and I have to pay her 50 Brazilian Reals (Dollars). We even saw a completely ripped 60 year old dude kick some younger kids ass in soccer.
I think there is something to being more active and social with friends and family. We are very quickly becoming the mechanical robots that drool over our phones and complain that our backs hurt from being hunched over all day… I’ll get off my rant now and keep going, but I definitely want to try and engage my friends and family more often with going outside and being more active… Hint… be ready guys, LOL.
Take a look at our day in the park with Ming!
More to come!
We are already having an amazing time here in Rio and I can’t wait to upload some pics of what we have done. Next week we have the falls which I’m sure is going to be another really cool adventure. Sadly, it will be our last adventure in South America because after we get back from the falls we will be getting ready to head back to the states. Lucky for us, our adventure isn’t over yet we still have Cali and Maui before we head back to reality!
Quote of the day: There is nothing permanent except change. -Heraclitus
People we met: umm no one this week. Very quiet and not a lot of native English speakers.
Things we learned: We really miss people that speak english.
Florianópolis
That was a well deserved week of relaxation. The beach was nice, albeit a little chilly. The room was clean, the bed was cozy, and the sleep was good. Side note, the sun is a tricky here. You can easily get very burnt, very easily without even knowing it… I know fro. Experience 🏝🌞
Funny story… We kinda “got, got” when booking our Airbnb. The description of the place said “apartment” with 4 star hotel services (sounds promising)… In all reality, it was just a hotel room with a sink and a microwave. Not exactly the “apartment” we were expecting but it all worked out for the best. The room and property were actually really nice! Even better, because we waited until the last minute to book we got the place for 25 dollars a night for entire week! We didnt realize that the normal going-rate is 104 a night if you book in advance (I guess procrastination pays off sometimes). That means this guys makes 75 dollars a day off of one room maybe more during off season! I can promise you that his place is booked solid during the summer because the place was really nice… This idea of buying a place on the beach and renting it out is getting better and better every minute.
All-in-all we had a good time but we are going stir crazy. Not one person spoke english the entire trip. We met no new people and I’m pretty sure Amanda hasn’t spoken to anyone besides me since we left Porto Alegre. I had it a little better because I was able to have rudimentary conversations with some Brazilians that kinda knew Spanish. But they were short and not very easy since neither of us really knows how to speak Spanish well.
Needless to say, we are craving some socialization. We booked a hostel in Curitiba named “Social Hostel”. Fingers crossed there are some english speaking people there 🤞 and that the name holds true.
What did we do this week?
There were two highlights of our trip (besides the R&R). The first was our walk along the coast to see the sunset. I posted a few pics on Facebook just because I had a lot of fun playing around on the beach with Amanda. We also found some wildlife! Amanda got to see her first wild Owl, up from and personal… However he was not happy that we were there because he was protecting his nest of little owls. We also rescued a stranded jellyfish from the beach, and threw, I mean dropped, I mean gently set him back in the water… listen, I’m not perfect but I was scared I was gonna get stung so a freaked out and kinda tossed him back in the watter… he is fine!
The second highlight was our pirate adventure! AAARRRGGGGHHHHH, it was fun!!! Even though we couldn’t understand anything, it was still funny to watch the pirate dance around and pick strangers out of the crowd to embarrass, at one time there were 5 completely unsuspecting women who they tricked in to pole dancing… I dont know if the were tricked or if it was the drinks, but they tried it anyway and it was hilarious.
The ship stopped at a fortress on an island right off the coast. This was a very unique trip because the entire group followed around the tour guide listening to the history of the fortress (I’m sure they will remember the details) and Amanda and I snuck off and did our own discovering of the island. Not sure if it was exactly “allowed” but I’m 100% sure we saw things and have pictures that none of the little tourist-ducklings have. Waddling behind the guide on the well beaten path. It was a lot of fun until we realized that our group had headed back to the boat and we were alone😱😳… So we hurried back to the boat before they were able to leave us behind. Plus it was a good time to rehydrate with a few more delicious pirate cocktails (aka vodka, sugar, and lime)
We grabbed lunch at a little place down the coast and then back to the ship where the crew (a bunch of drunk tourists) had fun competing in different games on the deck while the Captain videotaped everyone falling down. Lucky for us, we didnt get too sea sick, I think the drinks helped🤔
With all of that said, we had a great time on the Pirate boat and overall had a really good week in Florianópolis.
Me: That is the most romantic thing you have ever said to me!
People we met:
Felipe, late 20s, lives, and works at the hostel we stayed at in Porto Alegre and this dude was awesome! He is a super chill guy that knew a lot about the area. He was kind enough to take us under his wing while we were here and he showed us a really good time!
Something I learned: Not knowing the language is so much harder than I thought it would be!
Update: We Are in Florianopolis. We stay here for a while and then head to Curitiba before going to Sao Paulo. The beach is nice but it is still a little chilly for my liking.
Porto Alegre
Our first stop in Brazil, and what a good place/weekend. We only had 3 days in Porto Alegre but they were action-packed! It started with an all-day Jazz and Blues festival being held at the park down the street and ended with our first Futbol game.
We met Filipe when we checked in. He was such a warm and welcoming person. he took a lot of time to explain about the area and where good places were. He knew a lot about the area and I found out later its because he grew up not too far from where we were. Porto Alegre is the “Texas” of Brazil and most of the people that lived in the city were Spanish cowboys. If I’m being honest, I wouldn’t be able to tell a Spanish cowboy from a Spanish prince so I’ll have to take Felipe’s word. None the less, like in most places in South America, everyone was nice.
After we check-in, Felipe invited us to join him to a Blues and Jazz festival in the main park. Now, you all know me… There is zero chance that I would ever turn down the opportunity to listen to some blues, especially if there is a chance that a harmonica is involved. So of course, we accepted.
Blues and Jazz Festival
Mind blown… So, we are walking up to the venue and I’m thinking to myself, “That tune sounds familiar???”… For good reason because, as it turned out, the first band was an Eric Clapton tribute band. Ha, who would have thought? Better yet, they were pretty good. Side note, everyone knew the words, but no one speaks English. Felipe said it is pretty common because the movie and music industry is run from California and if people want to listen to the best and the new stuff, they are forced to listen in English. With that said, it forces communities to have a very strong “local band” culture so there are a lot of live music venues and live music is played in almost all restaurants on a nightly basis. Which I think is cool! It is like every city is a little Nashville…
Anyway, the next band was quite the opposite. They were led by Brazillian rock legend, “Sérgio Dias” who was one of brazil’s founding fathers of “rock”. The music they played was really weird! It wasn’t bad, it just isn’t what I’m used to. There was never a constant beat or rhythm, it more or less sounded like a bunch of guys having a jam session for 45 mins. Each part of the session was led by different instruments and it seemed like the rest of the instruments would feed off of the one. I don’t know how to explain it but it was worth experiencing for the first time, especially when the sax player took off and killed his solo (FYI: This dude played sax, flute, and clarinet… badass). After the 45-minute jam session was over, the crowd erupted, chanting for an encore. and this is what blows my mind… The dude plays some upbeat jazz song and starts belting out the lyrics in ENGLISH??? haha. I loved it but this is something I don’t understand. It would be like us going to listen to a Journey concert in Cleveland and when we get there they start singing in Spanish?
They saved the best for last. Jimmy Burns! Old ass blues singer from Louisiana. This creepy dude starts belting out lyrics about pushing women down, creeping in the windows, and taking what he wants… And the entire crowd is just swaying along to the beat of the music, not having a clue what words are coming out. He ended the night by asking the crowd where he could find a wife to take back home with him… I’m pretty sure they won’t be asking him back next year 🙂
After the concert, we went to a traditional “Lunchiria”… The name is funny to me because they don’t open until after the sun goes down? So maybe not your typical “lunch” spot but it was packed to the gills and the food was awesome. Amanda and I split one of their local dishes called Xis. It’s a humongous burger with a ton of toppings between two pancakes and grilled on a panini maker. It was really good.
Filipe invited us to go with him to a Futebol match the next morning. It was his team (Internacional) vs another team from Sao Paulo (Corinthians). They are playing in the last couple of weeks for the “British Cup”. So we headed home to get a good night of sleep because the game was @ 11 am the next morning.
Now, my friends, before you get confused, I don’t mean American Football with quarterbacks and touchdowns. By futebol I mean soccer. LOL!!! We Americans in all of our ethnocentric glory decided to change the name of the only sport that the entire world unites under. Even worse, we created our own game, named it Football (even though we don’t use our feet) and decided to basically disregard actual Futebol as a game that no one cares about. Don’t get me wrong, I love American Football and I can’t wait for the season to start… But we might have had a small ego problem back when all of this happened. I digress
Futebol in Brazil!
We couldn’t ask for anything better! Sunday morning, the sun is out the weather is warm. We walk downstairs and everyone is dressed in their team colors (red and white) except for me… I’m in my typical black shirt. Felipe says, “The other team is black and white, did you want to get into a fight?” UMMMMM, NO?!?!? So he goes to his room and brings out his spare jersey! He said that he was joking about getting into a fight, but after going to the game I think I would feel safer in my Rolthesburger jersey in the dog pound. Close call!
One short uber ride later and we are at our fist futebol game! It was awesome! Thousands of people walking towards the stadium. Cheering, laughing and chanting as they drink beer and eat food. People bonding and with strangers, all brought together by a simple game. The passion that their fans had was electric! It made me hungry for American football! I cant wait to watch some Sunday Football with friends!
The stadium was rebuilt in 2014 for the World Cup so it was nice! They have a dog pound similar to Cleveland’s stadium but they also have a flag waiving section and a section dedicated for the band. There are no assigned seats, you buy tickets for a section and it is first come first serve. If you want a front row, get there early 🙂
Anyway, to wrap things up, the game was a lot of fun. Sadly it ended in a tie but we enjoyed it anyway. I didn’t want to make two videos (festival and game) so I put them together in one. I hope you enjoy. Ohh and don’t mind the wizard dancing around on some combination of MDMA and weed, he was harmless enough, hahaha…
Ohhh, and Uruguay also… It doesn’t deserve it’s own post.
Quote of the day: My psychiatrist told me I was crazy and I said I want a second opinion. He said okay, you’re ugly too. – Rodney Dangerfield
People we met: Woah… A lot:
Laurie, earlie 20s from France. She has a very warm and welcoming personality. My favorite quote from her during a game of 21, “I clap” instead of actually clapping her hands… haha
Thiago, mid 20s from Brazil. This guy is amazingly funny! During our game of Mafia he decided that he wanted to change the direction of the business. He is now leading his own Mafia into the construction business… I hope he does well because he made a bad doctor also, he is running out of professions 🙂 but luckily for him he has economics to fallback on.
Sara, 21 or 22, she is studying in BA. She is on her way to getting her BS in Mechanical engineering. Even though she hated my mulled wine, she was still a lot of fun to hang out with
I already mentioned Jake, Anastasia, and Paul in my previous posts… But I really hope they know how much we appreciate the invite to the Asado for our last night! It made our last night very memorable!
Update: I’m catching up on some lost time. We are actually in Brazil now and I have another post about our first couple days here that I will upload soon. Tomorrow we head to the beach! I can’t wait to take a break from all this travel!
Moving out of Argentina
Guys, the last 2 weeks have been amazing. However I will admit that both Amanda and I are starting to get a little homesick. We miss our furry little creatures so much it hurts! And we really miss family and friends too. I seriously can’t wait to get home and see everyone’s face.
So what do I have to share for this blog entry?
Well, my friends I have COLOR, STEAK, and some real sexy TANGO ! In my last post I told you about the small area on the south side of Buenos Aires called La Boca. I talked about it but never explained what it was or posted any pictures.
La Boca Is the “Artsy” part of town. All because this crappy painter who was legitimately insane accidentally got famous and spent his entire fortune on rebuilding the run-down fishing port. Let me explain, up until the late 80s La Boca was considered the “Red Light District.” It was an old “port town” that was ran out of business by newer and larger ports in the city. The last of the factories remaining were shut down due to dumping mass amounts of toxic waste in the harbor, YUMMY! It was literally a shit hole, full of toxic waste until Benito Quinquela Martín came to save the day. In his crazy efforts to bring the city back to glory he painted the town, I mean this literally… He actually had all the walls and floors painted bright colors! This actually worked because he didn’t stop there. He kept going by creating the world’s first outdoor “Open art exhibition” where artists could perform dance in the street and painters could sell their art that they hung from the walls…. Crazy right?!?!? They named the area Caminito (loosely translated little street or short walk) and this is where artists of all kinds come to practice their art. Check it out below.
Enough standing by… Let’s do it!
After watching so much tango in the streets we decided that we had enough “watching” of Tango… it was time to learn. So we hired a dance instructor… Of course we killed it! We danced like our feet were made of clouds. A pair of natural born dancers were found in a small studio located in the outskirts of downtown BA! And with our new found gift, we were invited (kinda invited ourselves) to what the locals call a Milonga! and that is where the good stuff is! We were completely blown away by how cool this late night dance party was! Tango is absolutely something we want to keep doing once we get back to the states!
Parting is such bitter-sweet sorrow
As our Journey in BA came to an end we were invited by some friends to come to an authentic asado for our last night. An asado is what we in the states would call a 7 course meal comprised of as much meat and wine as you want. As much as we are looking forward to our next adventures in South America we will miss Argentina and all of our new friends. We had so much fun with our friends and it was a perfect end to our time in BA.
And Uruguay…
This is where I put a little bit of information in here about Uruguay. So here it is: They are a small and very quiet country. They have successfully legalized weed and my advice is that unless you smoke weed… This country is kinda dull and could probably be skipped completely. With that said, they do have some really good steak, so as you pass by feel free to stop and get yourself a delicious steak before running away as fast as possible, cheers!
Quote of the day: “Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.” – Albert Einstein
People we met:
Andre, 22, Germany. Yesterday was his 1st day in South America. He is studying for 6 months in Chile. I wish him luck especially because he doesn’t speak a lick of Spanish.
Jake: 35ish. Professional traveler from the states. He decided to travel and start a YouTube channel of his cooking explore as he went from country to country. He is a phenomenal cook and has made us (the people at the hostel) dinner every night since we have moved here
Anastásia: late 20s from Russia. Volunteer at the hostel. awesome person to sit and talk about her travels and how different cultures work. She is also a really good dancer and a terrible “Mafia” player despite her Russian background (stereotype joke)
Something learned: “I learned what Chiral is from Walter White…” – Amanda
Update: Spent the last week in an apartment on the north side of Buenos Aires in a town called Palermo. We are now in downtown and having a really good time exploring everything around the city.
The LA of South America
Buenos Aires, the birthplace of tango and the metropolitan hub of South America! This place is pretty amazing. At times I feel like I’m back in the states because so many people speak English and the city itself is like a mini New York.
With that said, our first week was pretty quiet. Staying in an apartment makes it difficult to figure out where the cool places are so we had to rely on walking around to find them. But it worked because we did and saw some pretty cool things last week.
We will start with Recoleta Cemetery. This thing was massive! I have never seen something like it before. If I were to compare it to something it would have to be the Arlington National Cemetery in DC. But a lot creepier. Mainly because there were hundreds of freshly dug graves with no real attempt to clean them up
Anyway, there were too many pics to attempt making a gallery so I put everything into a short video. Enjoy!
Their graffiti game is next level good!
This is a very colorful city and the streets are decorated with different murals, sculptures, and random art work. We had fun walking around the streets and taking pictures! Hope you like them.
Tango Is Everywhere!
I was looking forward to this for a long time! We went to a show the other day which was so cool. We had a 3 course meal included with as much wine as you want for dinner followed by a really cool show full of dancing and singing. the entire night was awesome, but it doesn’t stop there. We went to an area in the south of town called La Boca. This is where tango was born! People dance in the streets, at restaurants, and in parks. Dancing is a part of their DNA and you can tell how much they enjoy dancing.
I wish we had more pics and videos to give these people the justice they deserve, but I wanted to enjoy the show not just sit with a phone. I hope you like them… Ohh and we are taking tango lessons in a few days! I can’t wait to give you guys an update on that.
It has been a while since I have done some actual reflecting in my blog so I’m going to take a few minutes to do just that. For those of you that have read my earlier posts, you will know that “Reflecting” is a combination of metaphors (or analogies, I never could get them right), poor writing, and a blunt sense of self-awareness. This combination results in an exhausting attempt to communicate something I think is important. Not just important but something that I think is fundamentally wrong with our perception of what is “normal”. Moreover, I attempt to provide some insightful views and guidance on how to thwart this problems I had from happening in the future (I’ll be damned if I find myself playing the role of Bill Maury, perpetually waking up to “I got you babe” and living the same cloudy and cold day for the rest of my life).
For many of you, this post will be an utter disappoint due to the lack of smiling faces in exotic places. If you find yourself in the “vicariously living through our pictures category” I encourage you to read some of my past posts about Machu Picchu, Colca Canyon & the Condors, the Where-Is-Wilson Monastery, and our scavenger hunt through Mendoza to find our childhood cartoon characters. Plus there will be many more action packed adventures full of pictures that are guaranteed to tickle your photo-fancy in the future! This post, however, will not be your cup of tea.
On the other hand, for those masochists out there that enjoy reading my insights and perspectives on things that are only interesting to the clinically insane, please feel free to muddle your way through this overly wordy and most definitely confusing masterpiece of art /blog post.
Imagine something for me
Pretend you are gazing upon a piece of art. In this case, the canvass happens to be a bedroom and the medium is the mess that fills this room. You stare at the complex intricacies for a long time trying to make connections between the chaotic and seemingly unrelated articles that fill the room until a story starts to unveil itself as your brain attempts to give the piece “meaning”.
This room would put a hoarder to shame and the word labyrinth is a more accurate depiction. Amidst the clutter there a small path that leads from the door to the bed. It is a well worn path that is narrow, complex, and dangerous. There is no room to waiver off the path for fear that you might bump something and everything would come tumbling down. You realize that the “things” that create this complex labyrinth are not really “things” but they are, in fact, piled up responsibilities. The person living in this room is surrounded and taunted by these responsibilities every day as they travel the path back and forth. An image of Donte’s Inferno creeps into the back of your mind as you realize that this room is more of a prison and the weight that this person feels is immense.
Similar to an evergreen in the spring, the clutter grows; consuming and suffocating everything it touches. The journey from door to bed grows increasingly more difficult as the unyielding responsibilities grow. To remove just one item, just once, would bring a tangent of freedom and happiness. However, the labyrinth is intimidating and the fear of destroying the fragile infrastructure that took so many years to build is daunting.
Got that picture?…
This is how I felt for a long time. The bedroom, my bedroom, is typically a symbol for a sanctuary. However in my case it was nothing more than a difficult path that I was required to travel every day, unable to hide from the unyielding responsibilities that life presented me with. The path becoming more and more difficult to navigate. And I was faced with a choice. Keep pushing through because it is easier to keep the status quo? Or get some dynamite and see what happens?
Some of you may know this feeling
This post is going to be about the risks of getting burnt out and the effects it can have on your body. This is something I was unfortunate enough to experience 1st hand. Something that I have been spending a lot of time recovering from. My goal for this post is two-fold: First I need to lay out and understand things I did in the past so that I will know how to adjust moving forward. Secondly I would like this post to provide insights for others so that they do not have to go through the same thing that I did.
Let us begin:
To get you into my frame of mind I thought that I would remind you, or maybe myself, that there were two reasons that I started this blog.
So I could have a platform to share our adventures in South America with friends and family. This has been quite successful for the most part but, to be honest, I am finding the act of keeping this blog updated increasing difficult. This may sound odd but I have been so busy doing “nothing” that I haven’t spent as much time updating as I had originally planned.
The second and more important reason was to document my journey of rediscovering life. It sounds fun and amazing, which is true, but no story is worth telling unless you there is hardship to be overcome. My hardship started when I decided to get the dynamite and blow my “room” (aka life) to smithereens. I came to a crossroads where I needed to make a choice and realized that I had spent my entire life defining my self-worth and quality of life by the wrong metrics. I refused to continue and decided to change. Boom-goes-the-dynamite!!! Yes, here it is again, Metanoia: The journey of changing ones mind, heart, self or way of life.
For those of you just now joining the show: I talked a lot about Metanoia in my earlier posts. What it boils down to is me, working through a time in my life when I realized that I had it all wrong (maybe not ALL wrong, but you get the picture). I have been using this blog as a means of documenting where I was, where I am, and where I’m going. I’m currently in the “where I am” chapters and hopefully moving closer to the grand finale of “where I’m going” shortly. And if your interested in the “Where I was” chapters, feel free to read my earlier rants.
For the past couple of months, especially before leaving for South America, I became quite reliant on this blog as a means to quiet the noise in my head. While my journeys and exploits south of the equator are healing a part of myself that I thought to be damaged beyond repair, there are still dangers lurking in the waters. The ever-present and unyielding insecurities and self-doubt remain just under the surface, waiting for the right time to strike. I know that while I am off gallivanting in Eutopia that the stresses of my old life are patiently awaiting my return. Now, I would be a fool if I did not take this opportunity while I have a clear head to address them now so that I will be better prepared to deal with them on my return.
Something else to note is that, lately, this blog has had way too many rainbows and butterflies and not enough gritty emotion lately. By “gritty emotion” I mean that I can start to feel the anxiety of returning home creep into my thoughts more and more each day. And in the absence of regularly using this blog to address the plethora of unanswered questions, my negative thoughts are gaining momentum: “What are you going to do?” “Where are you going to live?” “Do you want to go back to your old life?” “If so, are you going to be able to fall back into the same trap?” “Are you even capable of doing something else?” “What would something else even be?”… The white rabbit is back and I find myself falling down the hole again.
Never fear! Quailman is here!!!
By Quailman I mean, I am here with my new toolkit of superpowers (AKA: Ability to reflect personally and professionally)! And the negative-thought-monster-of-death (maybe too much) will never get it’s grubby little talons on me again!
Okay Okay Okay… Sorry for all the exclamation marks. Admittedly, that was an extremely overdramatic way of saying that I am more equipped to handle the negative thoughts than I was a few months ago. And instead of hiding my issues behind burring myself in work or ignoring they exist, I’m going to spend some time working out what I plan to do about them. I am in a better place mentally, physically, and emotionally. Not to mention, I have a few new coping mechanisms to help me. The Quail Man bit and the monster thing was just for flair, you know… some extra sizzle, I know how much you guys enjoy sizzle.
First thing’s first:
I need to acknowledge an issue in which I intend to address. Much like in problem-solving for work, I need to define the issue in which I am trying to solve. The difference between doing this for work and doing this for myself is that at work everything can be quantified to a point that brings value (or the lack of) to the organization. However, in the example of my life, value is a little harder to quantify for two reasons.
I have yet to define what brings full synergy to the “function” of Nicholas L. Merriman. This is a great topic in which I plan to spend a great deal of time trying to determine, but that comes in the chapters of “where I’m going” and I’m not there yet.
What is value-added vs non-value added in the terms of feelings and emotions? What is my “Happiness”. The problem with answering #2 is that without having a full understanding of what the answer to #1’s answer is, I cannot properly and accurately answer the question.
This, my friends, is what we (in the Lean-6-Sigma industry) call “analysis paralysis.” Meaning we get so bogged down in defining everything, that we do not address the blatantly obvious problems. For visually help: It is like being in a boat that has 6 small leaks coming from between the cracks and one gaping hole… We spend too much time calculating if the 6 small leaks are more than the one big hole. The result is that we sink and die before getting the chance to fix anything.
With that said, I have no intention of letting “good” get in the way of “great”. What do I mean by this? I mean that, without a doubt, I have many things that I need to address before I can answer the question above. But I don’t need to determine all of them before I start working on the ones that I know need to be fixed. Trust me, I have some “gaping holes” in my boat (a metaphor for things I know I need to address). These are things that no matter what I define “true success” or “synergy” to be, I will incorporate into my values moving forward.
My largest leak is: Obtaining a solid work-life balance in the future.
Listen, I’m not an idiot (debatable by some). I know I must rejoin the “real” world when I get back. Even if it is just long enough to get myself situated and in a position where I can lead the life I want to. Yet, I refuse to capitulate my entire life under the pretenses that the short-term sacrifice of working 70+ hours a week will provide long-term benefit. At a very minimum, I want to define limits so that I do not encroach upon the threshold of reliving this experience again… Yes, I said RELIVING. I got caught up in the trap and burnt myself out. By the time I realized it, it was too late.
Which, joyfully, after an introduction that was far too long, brings me to the meat and potatoes of my post. The age-old question of:
What is work-life balance?
Work-Life Balance is the idea that a person’s life outside of work is just as important as their working life and that the time a person spends working should be balanced by time spent doing things such as spending time with friends and family, keeping fit, doing hobbies, traveling etc.
I have my Fitbit to thank for triggering this rabbit hole of events. I received an interesting email regarding my sleeping patterns 2 weeks ago. The email stated that I had FINALLY (after 6 years of wearing a Fitbit) met my “Sleeping goal”. I was very proud of this news! I must acknowledge that I am currently sauntering my happy ass around South America with no job and no timeline so sleeping takes up a lot of my time these days😊. But finally reaching my sleeping goal of 6:30 a night for a week straight is pretty impressive in my book!
With this news I became curious and I decided to do some research. If this was the first time I had ever met my weekly sleeping goal, I wonder what my past sleeping records were. Here are a few stats I pulled together:
Exactly 1 year ago my AVERAGE amount of nightly sleep from the day I moved to Richmond in March until the end of July was 5:13 hours per night.
Last week my average was 8:15
In August 2018 I had less than 5:00 hours for 3 weeks straight.
In September 2018 I had 6 nights with less than 2 hours of sleep.
The week after Thanksgiving I only slept 6 out of 7 nights (I worked the startup after driving 8 hours from Ohio) and for the remainder of the week I averaged a whopping 4:52 hours per night.
I was functioning (poorly might I add) on slightly more than 1/2 the recommended amount of sleep for nearly 9 months straight. By itself, this isn’t terrible. A lot of people are rolling their eyes and saying “Suck it up!” (or maybe that’s just the voice in my head) but I have more to add…
Google maps has some pretty cool tools that can help analyze your movements. I used this a lot to determine how much time I spent in the plant per day but never did anything over a long period. In this case, I was able to determine how many hours I spent a month at work. I divided it by the number of weeks in that month and took the average of the weeks between March and November. Long story short: I spent an average of 71 hours per week PHYSICALLY IN THE PLANT. It boiled down to about 11 hours a day with an average of 6 days a week (sometimes more sometimes less). Sadly, this doesn’t include driving time, the emails on the couch, or the calls in the middle of the night… But who is counting?
I saved the best for last. Mostly because it is the hardest to explain but also because it had the most impact. And that is Stress and the effect it had on my mind, body, and ability to be effective.
Side Note: If anyone is interested in learning about “stress tools”, “identifying stressors”, or “Coping mechanisms” I have posted many articles with some of my input on linked in and in previous posts. I’ll say this again just for reiteration, admitting stress is not a weakness, talking about stress is not a weakness, asking for help is not a weakness. It takes more strength to face your stress than it does to bury it.
Now back to our regularly programmed blog post
You are probably asking… Why in the Actual Fuck would anyone do that to themselves? Were you not good enough? Not smart enough? Were you being forced to do that? What was everyone else doing? Couldn’t you have delegated better? Did you not know what you were doing? (Again, this could be the voice in my head) But these are all questions I asked myself over the past couple of months.
Rather than spend a ridiculous amount of time chronologically detailing the events of what happened over the past 2 years (which, by the way, I did twice. Ultimately deciding to delete it for the benefit of your sanity… it was long and boring). I summarized my situation to the best of my ability in a few short paragraphs. Forgive the wordiness, you know me, I like to de descriptive sometimes…
The company I worked for was short sited and had no interest in proper training or utilization of its employees. They passionately pushed their ever-changing initiatives from a top-down approach however provided no resources to comply. They believed that band-aids and brute force were the best ways to show quick wins even if it meant long term sacrifice. Which led to a vicious cycle of needing more downtime due to poorly running equipment. The employees (hourly and salary) had become so accustomed to this type of culture that they defined “Success” on how well they navigated the chaos. Due to the above statements, a companywide CYA approach to managing was adopted out of necessity which led to volatile relationships and working conditions where they used a combination of micromanagement Daily Management Systems (DMS) to point fingers instead of work cohesively.
My Perspective: I can handle this! I was hired with 6 other highly respected professionals that I knew personally and professionally. Corporate, while confused, was at least supportive from an empathetical standpoint. We were going to start a culture shift that would change the organization. I moved away from my friends and family for this “opportunity” and refuse to take failure as an answer. I defined who I am as a person on my success or failure because I had given up all things personal long ago. I’ll take on all obstacles thrown my way… right, I got this… I think
As you all know, this situation did not work out in my favor. The equation was heavily balanced against me and the result was me, hell-bent on doing everything I could to tread water while cannon fodder came from all sides… I was sinking before I even knew I was thrown overboard.
That is what being burnt out is
At the time, I was so deeply entrenched in pushing forward that I was incapable of taking a breath and realizing that I was spreading myself too thin. I kept giving more and more just for the illusion that I was getting more done. I started coming in on weekends that I didn’t have to. I would come in at 3 am to answer emails that I couldn’t during the day. I would stay until 6 or 7 pm to work through problems on the back shift (not due to lack of experience, but due to lack of support) I took total responsibility and accountability for everything… But what did that accomplish?
All I can do now is reflect
On what I did and where could I have done things differently. I know now that I was playing a game where the rules constantly changed… I know that my inability to say I NO was my biggest enemy… I know that I decided to play the “blame game” with people that were way better than me… I know that I tried to control things that were out of my control… I know that I should have declined position changes that I was not expecting or ready for… I know I took responsibility for problems I shouldn’t have… I know that I gave it my best and I still failed.
AT LEAST IT IS NICE TO KNOW: That after I left, they added 4 people to carry the weight. 4 PEOPLE!!! However it further proves the point that I let myself get taken advantage of.
I fought the good fight and went down in the battle. Failure is another term for experience. You can learn and grow from experience if you handle it correctly. And friends, let me tell you, I learned the hard way! But what have my wounds taught me and am I smart enough to prevent myself from getting into this mess again?
The tips below are things I came up with that I plan on using moving forward. They are things to watch out for when you are contemplating if you have a proper Work Life Balance. I hope you are able to enjoy and use these in your life as well.
To prevent getting burnt out in the future:
Never forget who you are as a person. Do not allow poisonous people in the organization to pull you down to their level or make you feel like you are not valuable.
I am referring to this CYA culture or the “blame game” I referred to earlier. If you find yourself in this type of atmosphere, professionally remove yourself.
This affects your home life just as much as it does your professional life. It is not worth the stress it puts on you as a person to take the abuse or to stoop to their level.
Set boundaries for work times. Work is not the most important thing in your life and if you don’t act the part by setting boundaries, you are telling yourself and everyone in your life that they are less important to you.
If your family and health are suffering then get out! If you are not happy, why are you there?
I mean everyone! There is a unrealistic stigma due to the ways companies manage that makes their employees feel obligated to work as much as possible. If your organization requires you to be there 24/7 then they do not value you as a person, only a # on a page.
If you need to set designated “on-call times” then do so because your time is only as valuable as you determine it to be. On call 24/7 is just another way of saying, “I’m cheap and desperate.”
Refuse to take any position without clear expectations and proper training. Even broken systems have some semblance of controlled chaos.
Assimilate yourself to the status quo with the knowledge that it can be better in the future. Jumping in blind will cause you to get lost quick.
Let me reiterate the part about proper training… I took 3 roles in this company in less than 2 years at the request of my superiors. Give yourself enough time to become proficient and learn the systems.
This affects your ability to be productive and what will inevitably happen is you will overcompensate with working harder and not smarter.
Realize that you only have a portion of the responsibility and within that portion, you only have a sphere of things that are within your control.
This includes managers. You may be responsible to report the metrics, but you have a team that is responsible for providing them to you, hold them accountable.
Proper training and expectations will help you, but experience and self-discipline will help you realize that you cannot control everything. You need to let others fail and improve so that you can improve.
Overburdening yourself with too much responsibility will have the exact opposite effect, you can’t control everything.
Know your value. You have skills and knowledge that others do not. You have ideas and skills that got you hired in the first place.
If you are working for a company that does not see your worth, more importantly, if you do not feel like you are valued, you need to A) go through the proper channels to change this by speaking to your leadership and B) if it doesn’t work, leave because you deserve to feel valued and appreciated
I am an extremely talented problem solver and project manager with great business acumen and management systems experience. I communicate well, have a great personality, and enjoy working with people… Somehow, at some point in time, I lost sight of this at some point in time.
With those tips, I will end this post.
I have every intention of utilizing these as guidelines as I move forward through my journey of becoming a better and more well-rounded person. If one person reads this and realizes that they deserve better or that they can improve their situation, then I have accomplished more than what I set out to do.
My advice: sit down and think of things that are important to you and that will bring you happiness. Now think about 5 things that you could do differently that would improve your situation (that is how came up with my 5 ideas). I know that by using them I will have an advantage that I never had which is true internal happiness.
Quote of the day: “There is no value in life except what you choose to place upon it and no happiness in any place except what you bring to it yourself.” -Henry David Thoreau
People we have met: We have met so many cool people over the past couple weeks but they are people that we will never forget.
Rob and Molly, early 20s. Such an amazing couple that we really enjoyed meeting. They taught us a lot of card games to bring back to that states with us and play on our journey.
Kate: Also in her early 20s. She was so awesome that I had to meet her twice 🙂 (Sorry about that). She was on her last 3 week before heading back home. She helped us so many times (she was bi-lingual) but more than helping us, she was just a genuinely nice and welcoming person.
Mark: 34 from Ireland. Mark was our roommate and we spent a lot of time together. We really enjoyed his laid back personality and sense of humor. He is a bold dude! He decided to up and leave his home and travel with no real intention to go back! I wish him all the best!
Remy: early 20s and from Australia. We had a great time playing games with him and hope that he will one day find a group of people (possibly more sober) that he can teach the game “werewolf” to because we were not very good students. We hope that the rest of his trip goes well.
Kent and Jennifer: early 30s. And our euchre friends!!!! It was so nice meeting people that knew and enjoyed euchre! We really had a great night with them and hope that they made it back to the states in one piece!
Something we learned: Patagonia beer is really good. Free wine doesn’t mean that you have to drink all of it. And last, Chile could disappear and it wouldn’t be a great loss.
Update: We are in Cordoba now and head to Buenos Aires tomorrow. We plan to spend a good amount of time there. Can’t wait to check it out and Tango our nights away.
Flashbacks!
In Mendoza there is a street artist named RESINFILTRO. He went around town painting murals of Nickelodeon cartoon characters from our childhood! We spent an entire afternoon aimlessly walking around the streets trying to find as many as we could.
If this guy only knew how much fun we had trying to find all of the pictures!
Below are the ones that we found. We had a little fun and tried to duplicate the pose of the characters. Enjoy
Flight of the Condor
This one happened in Peru but I’ve been slacking and haven’t updated for a while.
We took a trip to a place called Colca Canyon. It’s the 2nd largest Canyon in the world. It’s also about 19,000 feet in elevation. Thankfully we took a bus because we thought Machu Picchu was high… Ha, it was nothing compared to this. We got sick just getting out of the bus. But, let’s not let the altitude sickness tarnish the amazing beauty of these birds!
Once we got situated on the clifside, you could see about 15 of these huge birds soaring around the Canyon. They flew so close you felt like you could touch them!
Where-Is-Wilson Monistary
This part is for Ashley because I know she loves the Wilson’s. We visited this Monistary in Arequipa that has been around since the 1800s. They have built to and taken away so many times that many of the doors and stairs lead to nowhere. It’s like being put in an Alice in wonderland maze! We decided to have a little fun a play some hide and seek while roaming around so look close… Good luck finding us 🙂
Ride ‘Em Cowboy
Okay, this is my last update for this post… I apologize for not updating these sooner but I finally got enough time to sit and update everything. This last part has been my absolute favorite trip! It was a sunset horseback riding trip. I had so much fun and my horse was so huge and well behaved! Amanda had a really good horse too which is good because this was her first time riding a horse. We had a great time and the view was amazing! Not to mention the endless amount of wine and steak after!!!! I am so happy we did this and I would do it 100 times!
The End
Hope you enjoyed the Pictures! We are having an amazing time and have met so many people! 2 months left… it’s not enough time 🙂 but we will make the most of it! I’ll try to update more often moving forward… Hope you all survive the heat up there in the states!
They call it “Inti Raymi”! it is the most important festival the Cusco has. Derived from their ancestors, the festival of the sun is a 2 week extravaganza! We arrived to Cusco on the 14th. This was before our trek in the mountains. Each night they have parades and fireworks. We returned after our trek on the 20th and nothing changed, they were still partying day and night in preparation for June 24th!
We decided that it would be worth our time to stick around for a couple extra days and see what all the hype was about and we are glad we did! We witnessed so much that it would be hard to put to words… So check out the video.
Mind over matter: The path you choose is yours alone.
Quote of the day: It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop. – Confucius
People we met:
Eduardo: Our fearless tour guide! This man was solely responsible for the health of 10 grown adults that have little to no experience in mountain hiking, let alone @ 15,000 feet! I’m so happy that we had him as a guide. You can tell how much he enjoys his job, but even more, you can tell that he respects his land and ancestry.
Martin and Iris: The super humans! Age: late 20s. This couple from Holland acted as if they were professional mountain climbers. The altitude didn’t bother them in the slightest. I wish we could have been so lucky. Even better the spent the previous week hiking an even higher mountain range!!! They are crazy but they are also really good people and we had a lot of fun laughing with them as we got to know each other.
Shane and Claire: The newly weds! Congrats to them! They were 1/2 way through their honeymoon and after this trip they are headed towards Havana Cuba for some R&R in the sun on the beach! We loved these guys, they were the comedians in the group and had us all rolling on the floor the entire way!
Carmel and Liam: This Mother son combo are on a family vacation. Her husband and daughter didn’t want to hike the entire trip so we met them at the city while Carmel (50 ish) and Liam (early 20’s) walked the path with us! I really enjoyed these two. They are truly good people. Carmel is a social worker specializing in women’s rights and Liam is 1/2 way through medical school with ambitions on working on diagnostic procedures specifically, how to improve doctor’s ability to diagnose correctly and more accurately.
Clayton and Lauren: The youngsters in the group. Both in their early 20s and also close to super humans. Clayton is from Colorado and wasn’t phased by the height. Lauren on the other hand was not and suffered just as badly as Amanda and I did.
I am so glad we did this, but I NEVER want to do it again! The reward was amazing but it was not worth the pain. Now, let me be clear… If this was a 7 day trek where we were able to take shorter hikes at a pace where we could enjoy our surroundings, learn about the local flora and fauna, have the ability to take our time… I WOULD LOVE IT! I thought we were going to be taking a walk in the mountains for a few days. HAHAHA!!!
This is going to be a short one because we created a video of our trek to share with you all and. Hope you enjoy.
*Note from Amanda: While it seems like I was miserable at times (and I was), I sit here now and I am very grateful that I was able to do this trek. There were many times that were not on film where I was smiling, laughing, and having great conversations with people from all over the world! It was overall an awesome experience!