Around the world in a wooshhh

View down the not so official path we used to clamber up after landing on the beach. Best view in all of Denmark.

For the past couple of weeks I have been on a plane, train and automobiles kick. In 2 short weeks it’s been Denmark, Sweden and Amsterdam – back to Florida only to drive my happy ass to the Georgia mountains, back home to Florida again to swap out cars and tomorrow drive to the northern part of South Carolina. If I had my own travel-miles program, I’d be a double platinum diamond studded medallion member already.

It’s been nice, to see the family, pig out on delicious Scandinavian bread and cheese, even got to do a nice little sledder off a dune in northern Denmark thanks to Niklas from Speedfly.dk and had an awesome day in Amsterdam with the husband.

The Georgia road trip was brilliant too,  but now I’m kind of ready to settle down a bit. I need to get some study time in for the yoga teacher training, and get my practice back on track. Then it’s that little detail of packing up the house for the impending move – but since I’m not entirely sure where or when I’m moving, that seems like it can wait. Because first there is another road trip to Carolinafest, where I’ll be promoting my magazine, hanging out with old friends and hopefully making some new – all whilst sweating buckets in South Carolina.

On on.

Planning for world peace

 

Take that, planning!

Something happens to me the minute my feet touch ground in Europe. Back at home, I’m all about winging it, and usually don’t make plans for my travels much past arrival and departure date. It usually works out awesomely. You see sights and meet people you never would have otherwise. On occasion you end up sleeping in a cramped car at a rest stop, or like that one time in Memphis…    but that’s a story for another time.

In Europe, the minute I’ve flashed my European passport at a sleepy border patrol agent and gotten me and my liquid-free self into the Schengen zone, I get hit with a case of planning anxiety. Where to stay? How to get there? How to get gas? Food? Sleep? Car? Train? Ferry? Coffee? Coffee now? Or later?
Because in Europe my friend, you don’t wing it. At least not in any of the countries that border Germany (and yes Germany, I am blaming you for this). You have to have reservations. You have to show up on time. You have to park within the line and you have to feed the parking meter. I’ve been vacationing in Denmark for the past few days and it’s been mostly ok (apart from the parking meter anal-retentiveness). Traveling back we have a bit of a weird itinerary, Sunday from Denmark to Amsterdam, and then Monday morning from Amsterdam to the US.  So a night in Amsterdam, a little vacation with the husband before we both go nuts with work for a few weeks. But instead of looking forward to it, I’ve been panicking because I hadn’t booked a hotel.  And really…  seriously…  of all places in Europe, Amsterdam is the easiest one to find a place to crash.

Then, instead of going nuts over it, I just booked a hotel. That little piece of planning did wonders for my sanity, so I went ahead and planned the next 48 hrs too. Just loosely, but I have a rough draft.  My inner European feels so much better that I might actually be able to enjoy the rest of my vacation.