My buddies over at The Expeditioner asked me to reflect on my travels during the past year, and to also make a few predictions about the upcoming year — being that 2011 is at our doorstep — and knocking. So here they are, a bit sappy, overly hopeful and uncharacteristically optimistic ( I think… I can’t even tell if the critic in my head is disguising itself as an optimist — sneaky bastard!). Anyway, I hope you enjoy the post.
Where’d you head this past year?
Costa Rica, Thailand, Washington DC, and the Catskills, NY. Oh, and I flew into Narita, Japan to and from Thailand for a short layover — does this count? (Editor’s Note: Nope, unless you’re Sarah Palin.)
What possible travels do you see on the 2011 calendar?
Hopefully Guatemala to volunteer at Luke’s nonprofit organization (GodChild.org) and to visit Lake Atitlán. I’m also thinking India and Bali over the summer, which, I swear, was my travel projection long before I saw Eat, Pray, Love.
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It’s the time of year when New York City, with its formidable brilliance, becomes softer, intimate; enchanting if you will, and I’ve never felt more grateful to have it at my doorstep. The city seems gentler in December — lights strewn from one avenue to the next exude the warm glow of holiday cheer, savory scents flow from restaurants babbling with vibrant company, stores boast whimsical displays in illuminated technicolor, and the sound of cozy laughter coats the air like a thick, plush blanket.
In December, my favorite pastime is to go on a month-long tour of all the restaurants I have been meaning to eat at throughout the year. These jaunts are the perfect way to celebrate the season as the simple pleasure of sitting around a hearty meal with loved ones can’t be topped. It’s a luxury I take for granted. Friends, family, elegant cuisine, and the advantage of being able to enjoy it all whenever it feels right. Yet the joy and glamor that will reign in the city during the next two months makes all the sadness in the world stick out like a bruised lip.
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