I've discovered my newest guilty pleasure. Halogen. It's a cable television channel with shows so relaxed and laid back about travel. The show I'm loving is a show called Departures. It's basically these two guys who gave up their lives to travel for a full year. The two men in their late 20's or early 30's just took off with their friend who's a camera man and documented their travels. One of the guys, Justin is such a laid back guy who is the more carefree but lost at times within his soul. He said at one point the difference between vacation and travel is that vacation is sitting on a beach somewhere warm and drinking where travel is getting out to new countries and exploring, perfect description. I want to travel.
The few times that I've watched the show they've traveled through various places in India....visited Nepal and the coast. Within Nepal they went on the Toy Train and at various times and journeys tried to see Mt. Everest but couldn't due to the clouds. So is life when nature takes over and you just can't control things. The other guy, Scott is the more level headed guy who seems to be more of a take charge, planner type, and more formal, although not much seems to be planned on their trip. They are doing what I want to do. Just go. The episode I'm currently watching is one where they are on Ascencion Island and their enjoying the crabs, fishing, hiking, worst golf ever, and finally the night life. There's so much I want to do and so many places I don't ever want to forget. I know this is small in the grand scale of traveling, but by writing all of this down I'm holding myself accountable to what I don't always remember about where I want to travel and why I want to travel. I want to experience the world, see places most people never will, meet people who may pass through my life just once or forever, and find the strength inside myself to discover.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Personal Narratives.
So, I'm currently sitting in my classroom while my entire class of 4th graders are writing a personal narrative. I thought it would be good for me to set an example and write as well, so here I am writing on my blog as they write on their yellow legal pads, the rough draft to which I'll be editing so they can make their final copies for their parents during conferences. Here's my personal narrative....
Gathering our mats, towels, snorkling gear, and books, Sarah and I walked down the parking lot path to Wailea beach. Being in Hawaii was absolutely amazing and perfect in almost every way. The sun shone brightly in the morning, the Pacific rolled her waves gently onto the sandy beaches and the clear salt water beckoned for us to "Come on in, the waters fine!" Walking through the soft sand, feeling it slip beneth my toes is the most comforting feeling in the world for me. The ocean always seems to be a place where tranquility comes to me in overwhelming rushes of peace.
As we moved closer to the water, a small patch of warm sand called for our towels and we set up camp in the morning sunlight. I fairly quickly put my things down, set tiny piles of sand on each of the corners just in case the trade winds kicked up and reached for my blue netted bag. My snorkling gear was screaming to be pulled out and used. Setting my sandles aside and reaching for the bag, I took out my de-frogger and squirted it on the snorkling mask to help avoid it from fogging up.
The time was finally here, I put the last touches of SPF 70 on my Michigan skin and stood up, flippers in hand. I adjusted the snorkling mask and breathing tube, wiped the last strand of my long brown hair back into the ponytail, looked toward Sarah and started toward the perfectly blue Maui waters. One step into the surf was all I needed, finally I felt like I was home in my element, the warm, salty ocean water.
Gathering our mats, towels, snorkling gear, and books, Sarah and I walked down the parking lot path to Wailea beach. Being in Hawaii was absolutely amazing and perfect in almost every way. The sun shone brightly in the morning, the Pacific rolled her waves gently onto the sandy beaches and the clear salt water beckoned for us to "Come on in, the waters fine!" Walking through the soft sand, feeling it slip beneth my toes is the most comforting feeling in the world for me. The ocean always seems to be a place where tranquility comes to me in overwhelming rushes of peace.
As we moved closer to the water, a small patch of warm sand called for our towels and we set up camp in the morning sunlight. I fairly quickly put my things down, set tiny piles of sand on each of the corners just in case the trade winds kicked up and reached for my blue netted bag. My snorkling gear was screaming to be pulled out and used. Setting my sandles aside and reaching for the bag, I took out my de-frogger and squirted it on the snorkling mask to help avoid it from fogging up.
The time was finally here, I put the last touches of SPF 70 on my Michigan skin and stood up, flippers in hand. I adjusted the snorkling mask and breathing tube, wiped the last strand of my long brown hair back into the ponytail, looked toward Sarah and started toward the perfectly blue Maui waters. One step into the surf was all I needed, finally I felt like I was home in my element, the warm, salty ocean water.
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