Blog Reentry - Lessons from Abroad Practiced at Home

At this point in our returning, there is no doubt that we already incorporate new behaviors - now in our reentry - learned abroad.

We have new characteristics which we gained abroad last year. These are parts of ourselves reinforced or conditioned to draw out our urgency to do work on our own home continents - Las Americas.

We are still drawn to the connections which our experiences strike chords of in conversation.

This unfortunately already dims as the foreign gets blended with the shocks and learning curves in our own culture.

It is good to be home.

Some of what we were introduced to in our travels has new manifestations at home. For example, couchsurfing and blogsherpa. Both of these, a website and a blog, opened doors for us as we made acquaintance and broadened networks.

Our own websites for our honey service year @ shutterfly and blogspot dot com have worked for sharing photos and composition across the globe. There is facebook. There are others we will join; and, we aim to do more with utilizing the abstract engagement of social networks and other shared interests.

So, what next? How do we continue to draw out lessons taken from abroad to practice at home?

We are searching for the themes taken from outside our normative parameters of society which we can account for and be intentional about continuing. Whether this means new projects, shared ideas, or a slow filtration from our blogging into cyberspace, we are being met with impossible limits. It is in these new limits which we aim to plunge into.

Our story is a collaborative effort at writing about what pleases us, how we are learning, and what works.

Stay tuned.

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Vignettes on Returning II.

On family farms in Maine. We encounter the best of what we feel we have brought home. There are collaborative energies, commitments towards betterment for our world. It is not a paradox to us at all that American ideals count on heritage passed from our family, our country, our past.

In Oxford, conservation programs have encouraged habitat for spawning trout and migrating birds, forests are conserved with accessible shared roads and trails, homes are made efficient through local government incentives. Over and over again, we hear stories of neighborhood bartering, of exchanges of services, natural bounty, knowledge and good will.

In Bowdoinham, plans are afoot to encourage pasturing of cattle and sheep. On the river in Eliot, years of monitoring may once again provide viable recreational clamming and shell fishing opportunities not known for generations.

Our country and our world are tuned to the impacts of people. We will continue to write this blog in order to provoke ongoing commitment on how travel can enhance local efforts and manifest larger global change.

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Vignettes on Returning I.

From a small garden planted in late Tokyo Autumn to edits on a new friend’s photography book in Scotland, we have embedded memories from travel filled with positive interactions of service, exchange, collaboration. What we can offer from our travels are the vignettes of shared wisdom, mutual interest, cross pollinated efforts gained along the way.

What we do not record in our blog here, gets picked up by us organically in conversations and virtual updates. A tale to ramble out of us in springy passion whenever we reencounter family and friends.

Returning home causes a turn inwards. We celebrate and find new excitement in our country reflecting on its past, more hopeful than ever for its useful and meaningful future.

Here in New England our own family histories and current family engagements allow for soft reentry coming back from United Kingdom and Ireland. Climate, habitat, society and aesthetics all closely mirror where we recently visited - from Derbyshire to Hume, from Kennington to Dublin’s Four Courts.

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Vignettes on Returning V.

As we head back this month across our beloved country, meeting family and non-family history along the way, the methods these farming communities utilize of embracing simple, elegant, accessible technologies and marketing techniques to broaden their sustainability and their efforts, we reflect on many such projects we have encountered and written about across the globe.

You purchase products from around the world all the time, you may also be trying ot unite your fair-trade efforts with a localvore’s penchant for eating like we are today - right out of the garden.

Here in Oxford, Maine - Brittany lets horses into their new pasture. She collects late lettuces for lunch.

I am inside, trying to adjust to a late Summer New England clamminess; marveling, reminiscing and enjoying the mingle of personal and networked relations this year had borne. I enjoy the motto of the coffee grown with love by the Brothers and Sisters in Reconciliation,

“Paso a Paso, a la reconciliation.”

Our country and our world are tuned to the impacts of peoples organized, motivated, and interconnected. We make lasting impacts when we bring out the best in each other; we can further sustain our cooperation when we lean our mutual support to stewardship of natural and cultural resources. Our hope is that this is a valuable perspective which we have brought home which we will continue to write about and foster through this blog. We hope we provoke ongoing commitments to how local efforts manifest larger global change.

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Vignettes on Returning III

What we enjoy in travel lives at home in networks which bring our disparate connections closer.

As we return to mainstream purchasing norms, we want to emulate and support the kinds of projects, at home and abroad, that build positive connections. Thus far, since we have been home and purchasing, we have bought what we were going to immediately consume; bought small gifts for friends; or, purchased reusable/recyclable items at thrift stores.

Wherever possible, we would prefer to buy locally, or when necessary, from projects like Café Congo.

Our connectivity which we realize is a mere six-degrees or less of a connection to every person we met along our trip abroad is heightened as we meet and solidify relations which are changed since we left almost a year ago. There are new characters and welcome additions. As we celebrate one year of our commitment to each other, our relationships to friends and family broadens. I have met Aunt Liddy and Uncle Dykestra on my wife’s side. We both made lots of new relations attending cousin-in-law Isaac’s birthday celebration. Finding new connections through family which drew us back to Colombia, Italy, and Iowa meant a lot to us.

Sometimes these connections are born without any immediate knowledge of who these new peers and friends will be - solely based on our attitude of acceptance of our connectedness alone. Our degrees of separation grow fewer.

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Vignettes on Returning IV

This morning at breakfast, we drank coffee imported from Nicaragua. We want to promote fair-trade and community self-sufficiency through relations between the USA and abroad. A friend of a cousin’s of Brittany offers her own branding and message to us through her coffee. She has a virtual coffee import business - ‘Café Congo’ working with a group in Nicaragua named Brothers and Sisters in Reconciliation.

Café Congo uses first-hand knowledge of producer/consumer behavior to promote global initiatives locally. Profits raised by Café Congo’s grassroots efforts develop into ongoing projects for local villages in Nicaragua. These sustainable eco-friendly projects convert manures to natural gases, build grey water systems, install compost toilets, and distribute water filtration systems to shade grown organic crops.

These grassroots projects contribute to growth of organic farming, restoration of biodiversity, fight poverty, restore the cultural and environmental region, and prevent global warming. Through the purchase of her coffee, “you are reconciling [the farmers] goals with your own; your world with theirs.”

The use of coffee trade as a tool for building cultural, social, and economic resiliency is one which we seek to promote and teach. It is but one example of many.

The farmers of Hermanos y Hermanas para la reconciliation - or Brothers and Sisters for the Reconciliation is a new example we like. They are a very small rural cooperative associated with the larger Compas de Nicaragua (www.compas1.org). These rural farmers are working to broaden local goals and unite them with larger communities. They seek, “to reconcile polarized political ideologies, a turbulent history, and Nicaragua’s environment, health, and national quality of life.”

Organizations like Café Congo often come about locally just as relationships. Sometimes Britt and I use this type of micro-enterprise initiative by buying larger than needed organic coffee, in Minca, Colombia near our hotels in Santa Marta and Taganga. We support local organic growers union by purchasing extra coffee from them directly instead of through second party distributors. We then transport coffee to the USA.

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Ireland

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Untitled (Eliot, Me) 9-8-10

Two common things
Restlessness and abandon
This morning
Cape Ann
Rocks of Ice
Coated in living salt
Almost to Lydia
Where she lives
Pine and Whipple
Soft Sea lines
Dimpled and Silted
Banks in Collapse
Here built on softened
Peats not afraid of
Erosion
More of decay
And transmission
Of Earth to Sea
On Generational problems
Coated in living rock
Loathing of itself, I
In the Sun
Exposed
Warmed worm drops
Broken loss
Of ancestral lands
Here
Tied to crystal
Cold Waters,
Of this stream
Eyes Reflection
To this river
Where Kennedy’s mother
Goes
From Wilmington
Weaves grave knots
From Roots of Bishops’
Pulpits
Scattered amidst
Shrunken crossyards
Brought in
From Inshore
And planted
In fallen crosses
Along silver
Blue and emerald
Green bluffs cliffs
Whose Lifting slowly
And amping towards
Tossed trees
Towards
The land
Lovemaking
Between sea and river

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I choose you
To be no other than yourself,
Loving what I know of you,
And trusting who you will become.
I will respect and honor you
Always and in all ways.
I take you to be my husband,
To have and to hold,
In tears and in laughter,
In sickness and in health,
To love and to cherish,
From this day forward,
In this world and the next.

Happy Anniversary N. I am so lucky to have a partner and friend and lover in you. No matter how far we travel, no matter how strange the lands, I am never homesick if I am with you. Home is with you.

xoxo

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Beverly Reminds of Seafarers

Beverly reminds me of Seafarers.
The Town rolls along on Hills.
New England Coast
Has a hard handhold on me.

Its small inlets,
Tiny Harbors which Present
Themselves against Frishermen's
Lodges, Anchoring and bringing Long
Long Taught lines ashore.

Beverly reminds me on
Seafarers returned Wet on Winter
Storms, Storms tossed on clapboards

With salt snow, spitting winds
Winters ghosts of Hawks
Owls of black ice night

Nice Lanie Beverly's Daughter
keeps Summer fruit
Autumn's gourds and orchards.

Vines that grow up beside
Flag poles and Halloween.

Wind is always here
Haunting sounds that
Rub against old doorways

Playing Riddles on our
Own Tides and Sentiments
Now three Generations.

Eliot guards the garden
Rugged rocky coast path
North. Eliot knows rivers

The way to fjord this Coast
With pebbly soft Grey
and Blue beaches
Guards the cold.

Beneath perfect round
Pebbles Death's rattle
Smiling mosses
Lit green in last wave
Retreats partnered in Sunlight

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Back in the USA

We are back. We are here. We are probably not so far from you, or at least we no longer have an ocean between us. If there is an ocean between us now, you have seen us more recently than have many others.

Our dialog is non-stop, the stories are endless, yet the words we use to describe our journey are inadequate. Insufficient. Paltry without the smells and the tastes and the pulsing sense of the experience. 

I want to say, "Listen, I'll tell you this story about India. But first you need to develop a queasy 'travelers stomach' and sear your tongue with scalding chai and be coated with dirt from walking in the streets and spend a few moments of your morning exchanging pleasantries with the cow draped in jasmine flowers that contentedly awaits affection from her stolid stance in the middle of the street."

But we try to articulate our adventures, knowing that our words could never fully express our experiences. Yet still we try, it's a human condition. We try to define and label to better our communications and connections. We are social creatures, it's an 'evolved species' thing.

People ask us how the transition back to the United States is going. Others, especially those who have completed extensive travel themselves, ask whether we are experiencing 'culture shock.' The truth is that for now, our journey has not ended. We are still on the move, still in motion, still experiencing and exchanging and learning. There are pockets (albeit slightly smaller) of the Bronx or of Beverly that are unfamiliar, just as there were pockets of strangeness in Behai or Nis or El Jadida. No matter where you are, new sights and experiences exist, travel just amplifies your receptivity and awareness. With an accommodating mindset, a walk through the town that you have lived in for an entire lifetime can be just as enthralling as an African safari.

The biggest difference now is that we are surrounded by familiar faces. Family and friends are near and just as anxious to see us as we are them. Although the beauty of a New England autumn is quickly approaching, the geography cannot captivate me in the way that the voice and smile of a loved one can. If ever I was homesick on our journey, it was for people, never for things (I am lying, I once was in tears thinking of the joys of a 'western toilet').

There really is 'no place like home' when home means family.

Hope to see you soon.

xoxo

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Falcons at Trafalgar Square

Trafalgar Square is a destination point for many tourists in London: big fountain, National Gallery Museum, big lion statues, plenty of people to see and be seen by.  Undoubtedly, hundreds of Facebook profile photos are taken there each day. I am resistant to taking photos of an object or image that is centered in the viewfinder of so many other cameras, I refuse to stand in line to take the identical shot. That's me.

But it meant that Nathan was carrying the camera as we sauntered up to Trafalgar Square one morning. It was early, still a bit chilly, and the square was logy and lethargic. Bypassing the square itself (and the set of stairs), N took the gently inclining outer edge, while I beelined towards the fountain....I thought that I saw something peculiar....

Sure enough, I was right. Have you ever seen the falcons of Trafalgar Square?

Have you ever noticed how few pigeons flock to Trafalgar Square?

Trafalgar Square was once a square like so many around the world: tourists held fistfulls of birdseed, and squealed with nervousness as they were ungulfed in a flock of hungry and well-trained birds. In fact, in 1996, the Trafalgar flock was calculated to be somewhere around 35,000 birds. ewww.

But a few years later, pigeons were banned from the park. Wait, I mean, feeding the pigeons became a banned activity. But the pigeons dispersed rather quickly without their daily snacks. The absence of pigeons in Trafalgar Square allowed for the space to be used in new ways that had previously been impossible: for movies, commercials, and events.  

However, banning the feeding of pigeons is not always enough. Enter the Falcon. A falconer with his trained falcon makes a daily circut through the park, giving a clear message to the stragglers to push on. With leather ties dangling from legs in mid-flight, the falcon swoops around Admiral Nelson, harranging the lazy pigeons, then returns to the heavily protected arm of the falconer.

They are a sweet pair, rather innocuous and humble. In a city that hosts a perpetual and pervasive tourism culture, I was suprised to see the falconer in a simple t-shirt. 

Not my photo: Stephensamuel at en.wikipedia

 No bobby, no flags, no postcards for sale in hand. Just a normal guy with his beautiful falcon, patrolling Trafalgar Square.

If you want to see the Falcon of Trafalgar Square, best arrive early, before the crowds.

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New York, New York, New York

It was a strange touchdown in New York's JFK. The shocks squeezed lower. The wheels seemed to push against the earth with an unnaturally heavy load. Our travels came screeching into the same runway from which we had lifted off to Tokyo nine month's earlier.

We are so enjoying the NYC welcome. While it feels like another stop on a long adventure, we are happy to be in familiar places and spending long, languishing warm days with family.

This morning, the two of us walked the Highline Park While there, we remembered our best suits as travelers: we feel our presence and community spirit brings us into harmony with what locals love about the places they live. We do not live in Chelsea, New York - yet we know it, feel it, understand it in the space of hours and days.

Yet, even as we relish the slow pace of long family visits, tomorrow we are back on the road. Labor Day for us means early rise to share over breakfast our newest fun travel recipe rice pudding with Indian spices.



While we are not feeling thrilled about donning our packs again and walking across the width of New York at dawn, this will be business as usual, breakfast with a lovely Aunt and Uncle, public transit and bus through four states to Boston and Salem, Mass; more visits with old friends, and round off the evening with genuine local cuisine 'steamer clams,' fresh coastal corn-on-the-cob, beers, loads of fun and laughter.

Our journey departing Beverly, Mass on Tuesday morning repeats our favorite late-Summer circuit. New York to Maine, back through the Cape and Islands (hello M.V.!!) to East Canaan, and back again. This year will also wrap up with Fall colors in Vermont. From here we will visit grandmothers and old friends. Tomorrow's journey takes us up our family pathways through Boston, onto the Atlantic Coast of New England.

At the end of the month we will celebrate Yale-in-China centennial back here in New York. After that our journey will head South, overland from Northern Vermont, through Ithaca, NY, to Columbus and Cincinnati, Ohio, to visit my parents in Berea, Kentucky, before finally making it home to New Orleans.

Around the world and a half? People ask us sometimes when our journey will end. It is a reasonable enought question. The truth is, we both look forward to settling on some piece of land and staying long enough to plant and raise crops, to grow trees, and to garden.

For now, this is not in the cards for us. After only a couple months on our beloved Gulf Coast, it will be back on the road again when we will begin traveling again back to South America, to Taganga, Colombia and our hotels El Miramar, Santa Marta and Oso Perezoso Hotel in Taganga. From Taganga, we may find our way circling through Amazon voyages or up the Rio Orinoco with our friends from Posada Don Carlos to distant villages cut off from modern devices. We do not pretend to know where all we are going.

Will we see you on the Colombia beaches next Winter? Or will our paths cross some other way? Who knows where our fates will lead us to exactly?

Keep up with us. We hope to continue to not only feed you our stories and experieces; we want to share our advice, our research, our ambitions and dedication through this blog.

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Back to France

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I Love Libraries

I love libraries, I really do. I love the soft papery smell and the dense organization and the anticipation of discovering a new favorite book. I love the decadent combination of quiet, solitary engrossment within a literary community.  

Libraries have always been part of my life. As a child, I was a voracious (and rather incorrigible) reader. I spent long hours at the Sweet Home Public Library, not just reading or borrowing books, but also participating in kid-focused activities hosted by the library, especially in the summer. I developed a strong friendship with the head librarian; she didn't even bat an eye when I asked if she wanted to see my newly-aquired handstand skills (I was an *active* reader). There was a great encouragement of literacy from both my parents and my community, and a request to be taken to the library was almost never turned down.

During my years at Miss Porter's School, when the old library on Main Street was still in use, I sought the quiet solitude of its aged nooks and crannies as a respite from the all-pervasive company that was part of boarding school life. I grew to know the floor of the Lewis and Clark library quite well, studying until my eyes fluttered and then curling up under a desk (oh, and there was a reasonable extensive collection of books at the college library as well).

We have discovered some incredible new libraries during the course of our world journey. Some new favorites include the Chester Beatty Library in Dublin, the Bibliotheca Alexandrina in Egypt, and the Trinity College Library in Dublin. Edinburgh has a series of fantastic libraries, including a Map Library. On our final day in Edinburgh we stopped by, hoping to find some original maps done by my cartographer ancestor, John Ogilby.

And I found them! The first was a brilliant "pocket atlas" that charted roads in and out of London using a new and unique strip map technique. I was stunned to realize that the excentric archivist was actually going to let these untrained and potentially grubby paws touch an old and original book, regardless of whether I was a direct descendent. But he did, even though I refused his proposed trade (old map for a dance in the middle of a library, sans music? It begs the question: from where do you glean your knowledge of American women, do you only watch Dancing with the Stars?).

And so I leafed through an incredibly old pocket atlas that contained original prints from copper plates by John Ogilby. And these maps were beautiful and exceptional and rather remarkable. The 'strip maps,' presented within a scroll design, consist of vertical panels that illustrate a road mile by mile. Intricately detailed images embedded in the map (rivers, mountains, mills, churchs, etc) give landmarks that direct the traveler along the correct course. A small compass is also included to indicate the cardinal direction of travel.

These maps were originally published in John Ogilby's "Britannia," in 1675, as the Kings Royal Cosmographer. While at the Edinburgh Map Library, I got my hands on an original printing of Britannia; the content was estentially the same, but with larger maps and accompanying text. I was able to get a fascimile of one of the maps, and will be able to order the rest via mail.

I don't want to say that I was disinterested in my family history before this journey to Scotland, but the connections I encountered have deepened my geneological interest. The Ogilbys are pretty cool.

Certain elements of Scottish culture and traditions resonated with me and recalled pieces of my family and my childhood. When we were children, my grandmother frequently gifted kilts to my sister and me (please note that these were the properly pleated and sufficiently scratchy versions). The song about "Loch Lomond" unburied itself from my memory and has since refused to depart; does everyone know this song?

Turns out that my Scottish blood is thicker than I realized.

Images of fantastic libraries (and many other themes) from around the world can be found at Curious Expeditions.

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Reflections: Honey Service Year Minus Day One and Still Counting

We are on the flight home.

When this blog is published we will begin Phase 1: 'Honey Service Year: Day Minus One and Counting.'

We are committed to service, exchange, responsibility and the types of footprint which tread softer on this planet. We have learned much and intend to keep this blog alive. We are just as committed, more.

Who knows though, what awaits us as we return to life as normal.

Here is what our last Day in Dublin looked like:

1.) Walks and riding the public bus
2.) Gallery walks and interactions with public art lovers
3) Buying consumable (ie food) local gifts as we could find them
4.) Free Guns and Roses concert on the River (surreal - cover act)
5.) Promoting forms of positive impact tourism
6.) Historic pub trail
7) Better understanding of Quantum Mechanics and Collective Interest Economics

If we take our own last day on this trip then trace it backwards as a lesson, as a tale of ourselves, at the end of the trail we find ourselves searching, accomplishing, finding; what we are; what we find in our humanity - what we find in others. That is, in the end, what we sought. A final reflection of what we sought and how we learned meant for us rekindling a message we continuously promoted this year - that we all seek the same things; and, how we are but reflections of our own best selves seen in the optics of others.

Until we meet again - goodbye dear Ireland!!

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Semi-Pro travel blogger: Pro-blogging

I.

Pro-blogging. I am pro-bloggin.

On this piece of paper, I am blogging in our dear friend Martha's London flat. I am alone with a crashed computer. I have for tools a pen and a torn scrap of paper.

We have come up with all sorts of new widgets and apps in the course of tracing histories of ancient dialogues. This is what fills the empty space when the cyber has quieted. These are emerging technologies, too delicate even to reveal, which flew by in conversation too fast to write down.

We did discuss campfire apps (those which keep mosquitoes and biting insects away) - until we arrived at teenager apps (those which emit pitches from your phone to keep those between 11-21 years old away). We discussed million dollar apps for shopping and those for keeping our conversations on track. You see, we live in modernity.

Yet, I sit here a-scribbling. I am pro-bloggin.

I could bore you with our reams of data and news... it would be more noteworthy or worthwhile than this. Instead, I can take you where we have been. I am pro-bloggin (or is this proto-blogging). I am doing the type of exercise which takes place on pen and paper. And, I am reduced to pen and paper. I blame planned obsolescence.

So....our computer crashed. If you have been reading, you know this.

With a crashed computer and a race across four very historical (and yet very new to us) countries over a little less than two weeks; I am asking myself to run the last dash efforts as travel blogger. In this case, for this blog, what does it mean to lose all our travel technologies?

As I sat down and composed what thoughts defining these two words might mean to me ('travel' & 'blogger'), I came up with some formulaic answers which (a) might be of some use to our fellow travelers and blogging or blog friendly readers; and (b) I realized, yet again, that by unpacking our mission of exchange, service, exploration and discovery, I could discover deeper within myself sources of inspiration, language, and action. In the blogosphere, I realize in the actions and words of myself and others, that we are all becoming forces of combining self-interests.

Travel: involving every facet of life in relation to its other; ability to succeed; management of staying busy; preservation of health; enjoyment of self beyond (1) either self; or, (2) selected zone of self protection and/or self-awareness.

Blog: to publicly share and garner interest in travel.

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Semi-Pro travel blogger: Pro-blogging (Part Two)

II.

When my world was inverted (instead of pleasurably introverted as it is as a cyberwriter); when all that I could do from dawn to dusk and then into the wee hours of the morning was put the nose to the grindstone and achieve work, I was not alone. Everyone around me was tweeting me - or so it seemed; metaphorically. When I had adopted this pro-forma project philosophy, all I could breathe was work.

Lucky for me, I was in disaster recovery-mode. I was nurturing my resiliency, personally, socially, culturally, I was at one with the need to use physical and intellectual rigor to fight for the existence of the place where I was from (which through the work of the US Government and the natural phenomenology of hurricanes had wrought severe damage to this hometown). I...digress.

When one is caught up in one's projects, it is hard to turn off the phone.

In our modern world, the evolutions from beepers to tweeters ties us to technologies in ways which we love and absorb. Sometimes, we hate these technologies too; but, usually this sense is frowned upon or considered anti-social. So, let's assume that we love our technologies.

Anyway, when I was in the thrust of these previous epochs of my work life, I loved taking airplane flights. I used the airplane as analogy for what I encouraged my fellow disaster recovery comrades to also embrace - the retreat from 24 hour phone and message cycles.

In travel, we have so many opportunities to be something temporarily. This ambiguity speaks to the case of our modern life.

Last night, we watched a theater production of the "Prisoner of 2nd Avenue," a 1970's play by Neil Simon. It was a surprisingly hip and current rendition of times changing around those who cannot move forward. I could not place it fully in my own life. Yet, it had angst and urbanity.

At the beginning of theater and cinema, as the curtains rise, the managers they have conceived of nice ways of asking us to turn off our cellphones.

It is too bad there are not more ways of finding out how to do this. It is too bad that as a blogger I have not found better apps and widgets for helping me manage the distance between the objective to blog, write, and serve the communities at home (or those we visit on our trip), and how to enjoy the spirituality of travel once the netbook [laptop] gets sick. In previous millennia, it was your own sickness from the elements which brought you down; now, it is sickness from removal of portable media. I am unsure which illness is graver.

That said, I am off to take in more of London (camera in pocket, pen and scrap of paper in breast pocket).....

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Semi-Pro travel blogger: Pro-blogging (trois)

III.

Do we blog therefore to exist? Or, for us, is blogging an individual act of reaching out beyond mores of public acceptance (therefore being as an insidious and rebellious act)?

Is blogging the newest and least developed version of formal editorial publication?

Do we bring forth emerging concepts for a radical individualized project?

What does it mean to be a travel blogger?

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