As some of you are aware I have been wandering around since the school year ended. This was by design, mainly due to the fact I didn’t want to sit in my Maine cottage rental until the end of the lease on June 30th. Instead of living that dream, along with the return of the snowbirds and the families that deem "LAKE LIFE" is the only life in June, July, and August - it was far easier to drive to my mother’s in Maryland and begin what has now been almost a month of traveling. I’m a creature of habit so it’s been a bit jarring at times, simply because I’m doing my best to create the same routines I would usually have. Notwithstanding different beds from hotels, motels, apartments, and homes, I have for the most part maintained my sleeping habits. The biggest challenge has been my diet and getting enough fruits and veggies. Funny enough, my pilgrimages to McDonald’s are all but ended and I’m doing my best to remain flexible and gentle with myself. Again, I prefer routines and structures so with another two and half weeks of traveling in Europe, with two plus weeks to follow in Maryland, I don’t get to settle down for another month. I’m sure the Morocco move will be totally smooth, or not. I’m half joking because Tangier will serve as the home base and this nomadic lifestyle will take a backseat. I wish I could say I’m not weary, but this morning waking up on a hotel bed that did nothing for my spine, and the fact the birds weren’t serenading me, but the drunk people yapping away on the adjacent apartment balcony - reminds me of the need to find that happy place. Instead of taking a train today, I’m living the bus dream, and then having to check in at an Airbnb where it’s hit or miss on how serviceable the home for the night will be. The owner has already shown some douchebag tendencies so I can't wait. I'm sure it will be more interesting than the Airbnb owner who came over at eight in the morning to see if I had left already. As opposed to simply sending a message and checking in on things which would be so less passive aggressive, the owner left the outside key lock with the correct code wide open for me to discover. Only then did I discover a formal Airbnb message to let them know when I was leaving. Just think, I thought checkout was at eleven . . . In honor of my continued travels, here are some random travel highlights prior to Poland that are worth sharing.
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Meet Mr. Jon- a traveler at heart who loves a good story and walk. Jonathan has over twenty years experience in independent publishing. While he prides himself on crafting a good story, nothing truly beats an adventure and a camera. Archives
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