Powerstrips and Plugs and Traveling Every Day

This is one phase of what was plugged in. Utilizing a few plugs for many devices.

One of the less glamorous aspects of our trip to Iceland was keeping everything charged and organized. We only had two night stays in two hotels on the trip. Every other stop was check in at night, check out in the morning.

I took “charge” of making sure we had fully charged batteries every night. Also had to power computers, ipads, charge phones. It could get to be a logistical nightmare. What you see in the photo is my Belkin travel powerstrip on the left. It has three regular outlets and two usb outlets. That is plugged into a two prong travel adapter that works through most of Europe. To the right is a Brookstone travel adapter that has adapters for every outlet in the world. It also has two USB outlets and one regular outlet.

Plugged in to everything are batteries for two camera systems, a drone, a battery pack for Lindsey’s heated vest, and my watch.

*quick aside, at one point the charger to the Fuji batteries stopped working. It was the only charger I brought for that camera system, and not being able to charge batteries would’ve rendered it useless. There are also only 3 stores in all of Iceland that might have carried that charger, and all were over 4 hours away… and no amazon prime available either. I did a deep dive on google and repaired it myself.

We were very lucky our luggage fit into the back of our rental car. Those bags were a tight fit every day, fortunately Lindsey did a great job reorganizing everything on our first day in Iceland, so we only ever needed to take one bag, or one bag plus a case. That made everything go a lot faster in the morning as we were trying to catch a sunrise or get to our destination on time.

This type of vacation came with a lot more logistics to navigate than a more relaxing type vacation. But Lindsey and I both thrive under that type of stress. It is its own type of fun.

In addition to setting up this charging station every night, i also had to transfer data from all the cameras to the computer so we’d have clear cards every morning. Some nights I would have that work overnight (because transfer rates could sometimes be over an hour with some of the larger video files we got). We actually had almost no time to review photos on the trip. Because so much time was spent transferring.

Suffice to say we relished the two nights we spent at the same hotel. It was our opportunity to recharge ourselves, enjoying a chance to sit and look out a window (like the window in the third photo!).

Our bags fit perfectly in the back of this Suzuki Vitara.

View from Hotel Budir on the Snæfellsnes Peninsula

The BBC and Chicago Pedway

I'm excited to say my photos made a major news network. I'm fortunate to have had my Chicago Pedway photos accompany a BBC article written by Ella Buchan, which you can read here

They used a good chunk of my photos, but I've got an expanded gallery here for you to check out. The Chicago Pedway is truly an amazing place within Chicago. As Margaret Hicks says in the article, “I really do think the Pedway is one of Chicago's neighbourhoods." It is. It has it's own feel separate from any other place in the city.

I encourage everyone to take a day and check it out. Click on any of the images below to view the full, un-cropped photo.

South America Prologue: My Friend Christian


Christian holds his thermos while drinking mate, a daily ritual.

The beginning. In the coming days and weeks I'll start posting stories and photos from my 45 day trip around South America that would take me from the waterfalls of Iguazu, to the southernmost tip of Cape Horn, to the Atacama Desert in Chile, and finally to the Inca trail and Machu Picchu. It was an amazing trip. Truly life changing. And I'm happy to finally share it.

 

But there is one person I want to talk about before I can get into the trip. Mi amigo Christian. Christian accompanied me throughout the trip (with the exception of Panama), and it's important to know who he is before I can talk about what we experienced together.

Christian and I met in 2007. We were both working as maintenance men for a high rise in Chicago. That means we used to vacuum floors, wash windows, and fix peoples broken sinks. Not glamorous, but it was steady work.

Christian emptying the trash.

When Christian started working at the building we immediately became friends. We'd cover for each other when one of us would screw something up. We'd get hot chocolate for each other on cold days. And generally we got along famously. Christian is Argentinian and maybe a year before that I had been to Buenos Aires. So I was always pressing him for information on his home and what it was like to grow up there. 

He'd tell me stories of Diego Maradona but that he prefers rugby to football. Or that when he was a kid everyone called him flip flop, because of the shoes he was running around in. We'd talk about his family, and how hard it was to be living in the US and only talking to them over the phone. 

When Christian first started at the building he was married, but I soon learned he was going through a divorce. Thanksgiving was coming up, and I couldn't imagine Christian having to be alone for a holiday, even an American one. So my family took him in and we'd spent the next several Thanksgivings, Christmas', birthdays, and any other gatherings, together.

 

Christian would move on from the job at the building, I would too. He did several other jobs in Chicago. More maintenance and some work for the Anti-Cruelty Society working with animals. He loves animals. But we maintained our friendship. One of his favorite things was to come visit our farm and cut grass with the tractor. Christian has always loved big machines.

Christian mowing the grass at our farm with the tractor. Christian loves big machines.

One more of Christian on the tractor.

In 2012, Christian made the decision to return to Argentina. After nearly 10 years away from his family, it was time to return. I was sad. The night before he left we shared some deep dish pizza, went to the lake and took a picture of his favorite skyline. I dropped him off at the airport in the morning.

Christian with his favorite skyline in the background, just before leaving for Argentina.

Goofing around.

I didn't know under what circumstances I'd see him again. I was working a 9-5 desk job at the time. Feeling low. And one day I decided to quit. And I decided to take a trip, because those always made me feel better. And what better place to go than Argentina to visit my big brother Christian. So we started planning and a short trip turned into a 45 day adventure with one of my best friends.

Christian, I love you.

Stay tuned for the photos and stories from our South American adventure.

Christian tells us what he really thinks.

Basilica S. Maria degli Angeli e dei Martiri

That's a mouthful. But it's a great example of of a former Roman bath house converted to a church in Rome.

Rome was always growing and evolving. Taking what was old and reusing it for the new. Here are a couple photos of the Basilica from my trip 3 years ago.

Rick Steves on the value of travel

​In this Ted talk, Rick Steves talks about the value of travel.

I couldn't agree more.  Who I am is a result of the places I've been and the experiences I've had. The people I've met have broadened my view of the world and the problems we all face as humans.  Consider for a moment that the things we share in common with each other will always outweigh the differences.  As a summer project I'll be blogging about some of my experiences including: 

  • ​Handing out booze and dynamite to Bolivian miners
  • Staring a lion square in the eye in Tanzania, and being taught by a Masai Warrior how to kill a lion with nothing more than a spear and a cape
  • Visiting the smelliest place on earth, a Tannery in Fez, Morocco
  • Being covered in shaving cream in Sucre, Bolivia during carnival
  • ​Almost becoming a child slave in Guatemala
  • Alaska, need I say more?
  • And many other thrilling tales!​

So look for that this summer, but in the meantime, pick a spot on a map and plan a trip.

"The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page." - St. Augustine