Day Trips

Here, There 'n' Everywhere

Introduction

After our two day stay in Torremolinos, my family and I went Fuengirola, where we will be staying until the 15th of July. While in Fuengirola, we took 4 day trips (as of July 4, 2019) to Malaga, Mijas Pueblo, Marbella, and took a second trip to Malaga

Malaga (part 1)

Malaga is home to many interesting houses, castles and buildings. This building was one I found to be interesting due to the fact that it was several hundreds of years old and was in a “modern” area of the city.

Fuengirola is maybe an hour from Malaga, so on June 28, my family and I decided to go explore it since we had heard good things. My mom (who I’ll be moving with in September) quickly fell in love with the city. We walked around and decided that we needed to live there so my mom scheduled an…

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Countdown to Spain

I’ve decided to move to Spain!

WHAT?

I’ve decided to move to Spain!

Step 1: Decide what kind of visa I need.

After reading literally hundreds of documents, blogposts, guides, and advice columns, and firing one lawyer, I have decided to apply for a Non-Lucrative visa in Spain. This type of visa will allow me to live in Spain for up to 1 year. The catch is I can’t work for a Spanish company. I can still work online and support my US-based clients though.

Step 2: Apply.

In progress. I’ve done the background check and am waiting for my FBI-and-fingerprint-check to come through. I’ve made a doctor’s appointment to get the health certificate. I’m talking with my insurance company to make sure I have full coverage for the year in Spain. I’m gathering bank statements to prove that I have enough US work and income to cover my expenses. I’ve booked an apartment through Spotahome for the initial trip that involves the family – well within the 90-day Schengen visa – so we have a place to stay. I’ve written the letter that describes why I want to live in Spain. I’ve found a service that will translate and certify all my documents.

The real work begins once I go to the Spanish consulate in Washington, DC. I’m told they don’t give appointments, so I’m planning to spend a lot of time waiting in line…WISH ME LUCK!

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Looking for adventure? Step out of your comfort zone.

My first guest post! Check out Norma Wallace’s thoughts on Solo Travel.

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“I remember reading Rafif’s post about solo travel and realized I have a story to tell.

At first, I thought ‘no big deal – I have traveled alone before, in my 20s.’ Oh, that was 54 years ago. Things have changed!

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A friend asked if I felt comfortable driving 200 miles and going through Portland.

I said, “No, I am not comfortable— but I need to get out of my comfort zone if I am going to have any adventure in my life.”  So after reading Rafif’s blog I thought I would put a positive spin on traveling alone.  I was going to have a good time.

The first obstacle was a fire that closed the highway for 1.5 hours. Luckily, I had a good book in my purse. I read while I waited for the highway to open.  The next obstacle was traffic. I was so thankful for a GPS to tell me where to go. (They didn’t have those 54 years ago!)

The last obstacle, I thought—eating alone. Actually, I was so happy to have gotten through the fire area and the traffic that it was a great relief to be by myself, order the type of food I wanted, and do a little people-watching.

The last obstacle that I haven’t overcome yet: the TV remote in the motel. What happened to just turning on the TV and changing the channel?

Why is every remote different? I will try one more time. Wish me luck.”

~ Norma Wallace

Unlearning. Or: Everything I didn’t learn in kindergarten.

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After a not-so-discreet hint from a friend, I returned to the gym. And I remembered one of the reasons I like working out: it helps me to think through problems and different strategies to solve them. Exercise allows me to redefine what I believe about random subjects.

I realized that I need to have really long workouts. How else to categorize and work through all the random thoughts that plague me? As a dynamic person – mother, consultant, activist, feminist, single woman – I have quite a bit to think about.

So, while I was huffing and puffing on the treadmill, I came up with some random solutions to some random problems, and random thoughts on random subjects. I’ll start with these.

My new mantra is:

Unlearning. We have been taught certain values, morals, opinions, and attitudes. We have been taught how to speak, think, and react. We need to unlearn these habits.

Guess what? Many of our learned behaviors are simply wrong, irrelevant today. Inappropriate in modern society. Unacceptable to a growing number of people. Today’s world is very different from that of our parents and grandparents. Yet some of us continue to hold on to outdated traditions, perhaps out of fear. 

So.

I believe we need to “unlearn” things and redefine our morality, ethics, and values. We need to redefine our language and re-think how we speak and behave, both alone and in groups.

And if you’re bi-cultural, you’re even more likely to need to unlearn. By bi-cultural, I don’t mean if your ancestors were English and French. Ask anyone who hails from the Middle East, especially women who are 50+, if there are things we need to unlearn…

…speaking of women, please consider this concept:

  • Feminism. All of us – men, women, children – are the products of a patriarchal system that has flourished for thousands of years. Our attitudes about gender and gender roles are pre-informed by all those years of male-dominated social structures.  Whether we’re being bopped on the head by our hunter-gatherer or intellectually arm-wrestling in the boardroom, we are the product of a male-dominated narrative. It’s time to shed old notions and habits. It’s time to accept women as equals and change the dominant narrative, and…

…speaking of narratives:

  • Language. Our language is geared to support the male-dominated social structures. For example, greeting a group of people with “hi, guys!” seems innocuous enough. But it actually excludes all those who are not guys. Some say that’s an overly sensitive attitude.

OK, think about it. Suppose we switch it up. For a week, try “hey, ladies!” when addressing a group of women and men. See how your male colleagues react. (I just got a mental image of that and laughed out loud.) See if the men feel excluded, or if they feel their masculinity is somehow compromised. You see where I’m going with this.

I find that usually when I call someone out for being chauvinistic or downright misogynistic, they tell me I’m “oversensitive.”

Well, ladies (guys), let’s put the shoe on the other foot.

And speaking of sensitivity…

  • Sensitivity: Again, not the world of your forefathers (foremothers?). Sometimes it seems that people really are overly sensitive to words, actions, situations, and the realities of life. When I start to think this way, I have to stop myself. A quick check and a reminder: the people who I think are overly sensitive (mostly men) are living a different reality than mine. Who am I to judge? Why am I imposing my insensitivity on them? Am I contradicting myself?

By the end of my workout, I had come to the conclusion that unlearning is the way forward for me. By unlearning, I will try to shed some of my preconceived notions, longstanding beliefs, and attitudes towards others. Through unlearning, I will hopefully become more conscious of how I speak, and try to use more gender-neutral terms. In unlearning, I will try to consider the impact of my words on others before I blurt them out.

Let me know what you think.

 

Traveling with Sneakers. Or: Stuck at the airport.

I’ve grown bored of all the posts and articles that claim to teach us how to travel: things you should know before you go, how to pack, what to pack, how to get upgrades. The information is almost always the same, just recycled with different pictures and minor edits. I stopped paying attention to the advice: “Pack light!” “Roll your stuff!” “Be prepared for different climates!” I’m sure there’s new and fresh information. I wish someone would publish it.

Also: in response to a common question (“how can I not stand out as an American?”), the number one guidance is: “don’t wear sneakers, especially white ones.”

Well, from my perch at Keflavik Airport in Reykjavik (Iceland) this morning, as part of the Itinerary From Hell that is my current trip (will rant about that separately), EVERYONE but me is wearing sneakers.

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Photography: me. Models: fellow passengers

The sneaker-wearers are women and men of all ages. They are surly teenagers and hyperactive adolescents. The wearers were Americans, Icelanders, Arabs, French, Spanish, and a host of other nationalities I could not readily identify based purely on spoken language.

I know all this because I had a pretty decent amount of time during my layover (did I mention itinerary from hell?) to people-watch quite extensively. (Greatest sport of all time.)

I saw white sneakers, some with stripes, on not-American feet. There were lime-green sneakers and black sneakers and orange sneakers and a few startling shades-of-fuchsia sneakers.

There were a few sparkly sneakers too, worn mostly by 50+ not-American women. Go figure, globalization knows no boundaries nor age groups.

Anyway, because I have time before my next flight, here’s my travel advice:

  1. Pack light, because you just might have a long trip with multiple stops before your final destination. It just may be that the gods will conspire to make every escalator break down and you’ll have to lug your suitcase up and down the stairs to get to the restroom, the gate, and the coffee. These three places are not necessarily on the same floor.
  2. Take a sweater or warm scarf, because who doesn’t travel in 3 different climates on the same trip? If you don’t take some warm clothing, you may find yourself shivering in a corner of Keflavik Airport, trying to discreetly draw warmth from fellow passengers who are appropriately dressed but who now think you’re a creep.
  3. Oh, hell. I give up. Wear the damn sneakers. This is so you “blend in” when experiencing 1 and 2 above.

I survived the trip. Looking back over the past 24 hours, now that I’m back in Istanbul and finally warm, I’d say it was a tiring but good day. I got lucky with my seats on each leg of the trip: an exit row, an aisle seat on an overbooked flight, and a near-empty row on the last. It could have been so much worse.

Writer’s Block. Or: Writer’s Block.

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I’m staring at my laptop screen again and wondering why it is that I often think I have a lot to say but then suddenly draw a blank when trying to express my thoughts.

I’m told this is writer’s block. (Does that mean I’m a writer?)

It’s sort of funny, this writer’s block thing. The other day I responded to someone on Quora – and that’s another story, the story of Quora and how my new hobby is to obsessively answer some interesting and some outrageously stupid questions posed by others.

Anyway, the person’s question was how to get motivated to write. In their situation, they had plenty of thoughts but nothing came out when they tried to put pen to paper. Or fingers to keyboard. So I suggested they do something else, like take a walk or watch a movie or read something. I assured them that soon enough, inspiration would come.

So why can’t we take our own advice? We tell others not to stand up their friends in favor of a date, or to walk away when a relationship is bad, or to confront our demons. Then we rationalize our own indecision, poor choices, and stupid mistakes.

It’s always easier to dispense advice than to live by our own words. It’s easier to be objective and clinical when it’s not our own hearts or emotions or feelings on the line.

In any event, I’m now going to go for a walk. Then I’ll read something, and later tonight I’ll watch a movie. And hopefully I’ll start taking my own advice when I say and do outrageously stupid things.

 

Satanists and Supremacy

Yesterday I saw a bunch of guys in costumes. I thought they were practicing for Halloween. I was wrong.

Me: “What’s up with the costumes? Is there a convention?”

Him: “We are having a Satanist conference to worship Beelzebub, our lord and savior.”

Me: “Oh.”

Him: “We will be sacrificing a goat later this afternoon.”

Me: “Oh.”

I am not making this up. 

So the Satanists are holding a conference and sacrificing a goat. Apparently animal sacrifice is protected religious expression. Meanwhile, white supremacists are preparing to march in Washington, D.C. this weekend. All these folks, except the goat, have protected First Amendment rights.

But NFL players who choose peaceful protest by kneeling during the national anthem – not killing defenseless animals or wanting to eradicate other races – can be penalized.

Donald Trump has implied that people who kneel during the national anthem should be sad facestripped of their citizenship and deported. Because they are disrespectful.

So of course my mind wanders to a few questions:

Isn’t being a white supremacist “disrespectful”?

If more white football players kneeled, what would happen?

What if we all kneeled?

Not to protest the national anthem, but to protest creeping authoritarianism and rampant racism.

To protest the hatred that is sweeping the country. To protest the erosion of our civil rights. To protest the dismantling of democratic institutions. To protest the deliberate elimination of civility.

To protest the fact that peaceful protest, when committed by people of color, is perceived as a threat.

To protest the normalization of awful, period. 

To protest the fact that in 2018, in America, Not All Lives Matter.

Think about it.