Joel’s Journal – 11/06/2016

 

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Rome, Italy

On Travelling – A Three Part Series (Part 2)

I have to say that I like that this post falls on a Friday because it really fits in with what I want to talk about.

Friday is a great day. Check Facebook and I’m sure you’ll have any number of friends expounding about how happy they are that it’s the weekend, abounding with #fuckwork and #itstheweekend hashtags.

It was a fairly successful day in the office, a couple stories got done and I took off early because I had to cover the Oshawa Generals game that night.

I’m just like anyone else, weekends are great (when I’m not working).

My point that I want to make with weekends though is that our perspective is different. Friday, really, is like every other day of the week, except we know that we don’t have any responsibilities the next day, that’s what makes it so special and it changes our perspective on the entire day.

Not only can we go out and get blasted that night, but we know that whatever happens in the office on a Friday, we have a whole two days before we need to think about it again.

For those reasons, we practically skip into the office on Friday, and we definitely skip out the front door at the end of the day.

Now, imagine you could have that perspective, that not a care in the world attitude every day. Don’t you think you would be a little happier?

That’s what travelling is like, kind of.

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Venice, Italy

Like I said, this post falling on a Friday ties in nicely, but not perfectly.

When you’re on the road, your emotional tolerance meter is jacked all the way up.

You’re in a foreign land, you know that things are going to get a little rough, hell, half the time you hope they do because that’s what makes for the best stories. So when those hiccups happen, when you miss a train, or get on the wrong one, or your hostel is flooded when you arrive in Marseilles in the middle of the night after spending an entire day on trains, you just go with the flow.

When my brother and I were in Europe, things like this happened on a weekly basis, shit, it happened right when we got off our plane.

Landing in Iceland for a day-long layover, we left the airport and hailed a cab to take us into Reykjavik. Now, Iceland uses their own currency, the Icelandic Kroner, and it’s one of those ones where a dollar is about 1,000 kroner or something like that. So, when the cabbie told us how much it would cost, both of us were jet lagged and I suck at math as it is, so when I tried to figure it out, I came up one zero short. To this day it’s still the most expensive cab ride I’ve ever had. Yikes.

The cabbie was really nice though.

But standing in the middle of downtown Reykjavik, only a fraction of our money remaining in the palms of our hands, we didn’t get upset.

We looked at each other and could only laugh. It makes me laugh now just thinking back on it.

There were times we had to line up at the front of the train doors, and bolt through the second they split open, dodging commuters, kids and old ladies as we rushed to get to the next connecting train before it left.

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Venice, Italy

Another time, we arrived in St. Lucia early in the day, but after spending the day walking around, it was getting late and we soon found all the hostels on the island were booked solid and the trains off the island were stopped for the night. It was either sleep on the streets or pull out the plastic for a hotel room.

The extra cost was worth it just for the shower.

All of these things are technically things gone wrong, but we never once got upset. I know if something like this happened in my daily life, I’d swallow it back, but my blood would boil.

Why?

I think perhaps I expect things to go smoothly, and when they don’t I get angry, but when you’re traveling, you just expect things to go wrong and work through it.

It’s that perspective and attitude that I’ve tried to capture and just have everyday.

Perhaps it could be as simple as just acting like everyday is Friday.

Thanks for reading.

J.J.W.

Part 3 will conclude the series tomorrow and I’ll tell you about the memories.