Putting Costs in Perspective

Taking a short trip to Germany next week for Oktoberfest. I felt like complaining when I saw that 3 days of parking at Stansted costs $103, but then I remembered that I paid $35 for the flight. Two nights Air BNB in central Essen: $121. Total: $258 for three days in Germany. That's less than a flight from Texas to California. I'll take it.

Travel Poetry

One of my first poems about traveling was written in my cousin's Manhattan apartment. That trip to New York City changed the course of my life because until then, all I wanted to was to settle down in Texas and establish roots. But the stimulation of New York City overwhelmed me with inspiration and I realized that I much of the world left to explore.

This summer, I wrote less on this blog and focused on my poetry while traveling. I was in Essen, Germany when I submitted a 5 poem manuscript to a publisher. Unfortunately, didn't get past the first round of the competition. Despite how much I travel now, inspiration for poetry doesn't always come as easily. After a while, one European city seems almost the same as the next and it becomes a little work to find what makes each unique. NYC was unique: the city itself felt alive and like its own character. For most other places, it's my experience there that becomes the focus of the poem: who I am with and what I've done…

How Do I Do It?

Usually after a trip, someone asks me how I do it. How am I able to balance work and travel and have the funds to travel anywhere at almost anytime I want? I suppose after being asked this question as often as I have, I should answer it with a blog post. However, many people might not like the answer, even if I try to minimize the political undertones. The truth is that I owe my ability to travel comfortably while maintaining a career to conservative values.

When I say "conservative," I don't necessarily mean Republican or pertaining to any religion. But really, I played the game by the rules and it paid off. I haven't always been as fortunate as I am now. I grew up in inner-city San Diego for a large part of my youth. Other years, I lived in rural Texas with my dad and we sometimes had to fish for our dinner. These humble circumstances shaped my family and our plans for the future. As the son of poor Vietnamese immigrants, life was laid out simply for me at a young…

Traveling Brings Out the Best in Me

It's been a busy summer. Since May, my travels have allowed me to spend entire weekends in Ireland, France, Belgium, Croatia, Spain, Germany, Finland, Estona, Latvia, Lithuania, and Poland. Throughout these journeys, I've discovered that traveling brings out the best in me.

The practice of travel has become the perfect compliment to my personal balance of planning and playing it loose. In many ways, it takes me back to being an Army officer ever-concerned and proactive with logistics and timelines. Flights need to be booked, same with lodging, and reservations made when necessary. Bars, top restaurants, and shows usually warrant reservations. In short, traveling brings out the side of me that is assertive and unafraid to take charge of a situation. At the same time, I always make room to explore and discover serendipitously. Often these discoveries take form in the fascinating people I meet along the way.

Traveling also allows me to explore my love of the arts with new and in…

Imperial War Museum Duxford

One of the world's few remaining Spitfires about to take off. 
My parents divorced just before my 11th birthday. While my single mother was at work on Saturdays, I'd spend the morning doing house chores with my siblings. We vacuumed rooms, did dishes, and folded laundry during the commercial breaks of Saturday morning cartoons. We were a team. When the cartoons and the chores were done, I'd walk two blocks to the Oak Park Public library and spend the rest of the afternoon there. This carried on for years.

There was a series of World War II books that I treasured and checked out repeatedly. Each volume was tall, about 3/4 of an inch thick with a beautiful navy colored hardcover, and covered a specific battle in the war. One volume especially captured me: The Battle of Britain. Characterized as almost entirely an air battle, the Royal Air Force, short of pilots, had to defend against the German Luftwaffe in order to prevent a German invasion of Britain. During those afternoo…

20170429 Stratford-Upon-Avon

On April 29th, I decided to take a day trip to Stratford-Upon-Avon, where William Shakespeare was born, married, died, and was buried. The town was almost two hours away. While I'm used to driving much longer distances in the US, it would be the longest drive made in the 1999 Nissan Micra I purchased here in the UK for 550 GBP last December. To drive home the personal significance of this trip, I've been a huge Shakespeare fan since I was 12. In the sixth grade, I played Oberon in A Midsummer Night's Dream and could quote almost every line from Romeo and Juliet. This trip would also be the first done entirely by myself in Europe.
The drive was pleasant and carefully timed so that I would not need to rush. I felt fairly confident that the car would hold up after changing the oil the day before. Played on a loop were the feel good tunes of the new soundtrack to Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2. As I drove, I certainly sensed a strange quiet. There was no one to talk to. Even …

Heartache is the Fuel of My Travel

I live with wound in my heart so big that I have to shove the world into it to stop the bleeding. Maps, with their threads of longitude and latitude become a bandage.

Nothing motivates me to travel more than heartache. Just before my trip to Rome, I was hurt badly by someone that I surely thought was my soulmate, as profound or foolish as that may sound. She seemed to accept everything about me. We shared the same dream. Then she took all of that away, despite my promise and resolve to ultimately be and go wherever she went. I had planned to leave the UK at the end of the year and find work closer to her. When the safety and certainly of your life's plans are torn away, you have no choice but to run out into the world wondering if there is a place you belong.

Before I left for Israel, I had another letdown. Nothing helped my resiliency more than putting physical and mental distance between myself and what I was letting affect me. I simply became too busy to care. It was like elec…