Sunrise in Toronto |
A Cuban-American, a Spaniard and a Mexican are gathered around the bar of an airport hotel in Madrid when a disgruntled Canadian walks in...
Actually, there's no punch line here, just a character-filled, story-laden evening of posturing, disagreement and laughter that left me satisfied that my untethered year had been brought to a successful close.
I couldn't have orchestrated it better. I was so annoyed at my choices, my actions, the airport, the person taking forever at the counter as I waited to get my flight rebooked for the next day after missing my connection back to London from Spain. And then I walked into the hotel, pulled up one of the tall stools flanking the bar, and it all made sense: this was another opportunity for adventure and engagement.
Of course, as all Cuban-Americans are dyed-in-the-wool Republicans because socialism is a dirty word in that community, it meant that the discussion amongst the four mismatched strangers in the light, airy bar was confrontational yet engaging. Laughter and teasing make disagreements more palatable. As the clock passed midnight and an awareness of my 4:30 am alarm grew, I chose to linger for just a few more minutes to carry on a most interesting conversation with the 29-year old Mexican immigrant, based in California, who looked on with both trepidation and incredulity as the bolshy Miami-born Cuban-American (a humble middle-class man, in his words, with three boats, two farms and stories that inevitably trumped everyone else's) shared his views on, well, everything.
A motley collection |
I can't help but wonder how I would have felt in a similar situation sixteen months earlier. There is no doubt that this untethered time has changed me, but like a memory that you take out, re-examine and file away again, it is difficult to remember how I was before.
September 2022 |
468 days
15.5 months
10 countries
11 airlines
26 hotels
6 Airbnbs
10 homes of friends
5 sleepovers with family
2 word-of-mouth rentals through friends
1 residential workshop in Baja
Swims in the Atlantic, the Pacific, the Caribbean Sea, the lakes of Canada and one cold river in England
Miles walked? Impossible to know
Wines enjoyed? Ditto
And the number that amazes me the most? 53 different beds. That averages a new one every 8.8 days. And I've noticed that I'm much less fussed now about my pillow, the light, the size of the mattress and even the temperature. Although never the occupant(s). I am very particular in that regard.
Unexpected realisations:September 2023
⬥ Switzerland isn't boring. In fact, I would move to the area around Geneva in a flash. It has an intelligent and worldly expat community as well as a sprinkling of great friends of mine. And the Swiss I met were interesting, often with a multicultural background or a partner from another country. The area is at the crossroads of a Europe that no longer, however, includes the UK. Who thought Brexit was a good idea?
⬥ I was surprised that Costa Rica wasn't an immediate shoo-in for where I might live. I desperately wanted it to work as it really was my happy place. But that was more than 20 years ago. I've changed and Costa Rica has changed although my friends there are as youthful, vibrant and stimulating as always!
⬥ I started with three suitcases yet traveled Europe for the past three months (with its three seasons) with only one. We need so much less than we think we do. I suspect that when I open my storage locker in London I will be overwhelmed but hopefully not appalled.
⬥ I learned that while I am more Canadian than British, I'm neither. Or perhaps I'm both. I'm like the Third Culture Kids they talk about (the TCKs), like my children, with parents of one or two nationalities, born in a different country and raised or living in a third.
⬥ I liked having a housemate, even one so different from me, or maybe especially one so different. Regular sharing and learning and laughing makes life fantastic. So my living arrangements in London may change.
Most importantly, I learned to be myself without the need for external validation, and to search within my heart for answers to those existential questions. I'm ever-evolving, as we all are, so let's keep it lively.
And now ...
... I am gathering my wits for the upcoming trip with my mother to Australia. I hope that at 90 years of age, I'll still be traveling as she is. However, I don't consider this expedition part of my untethered year but rather a relaxing holiday with my mum and my brother. Exploration will continue, of course, but this blog is finished, the last chapter written, and the next one is waiting for the new year, its opening pages still blank.
I have had the most extraordinary time, and hope you have enjoyed all the reading over the course of these many months. Life, with all its ups and downs, its emotions and messiness, is truly awe-inspiring, and fun.
Thank you for reading, for your comments, for the countless emails I received giving me your thoughts, your reactions and even some choices you made in response to something I'd written. My heart is full.
"In the journal, I do not just express myself more openly than I could to any person, I create myself."
- Susan Sontag
December 2023 |