In many ways, 2013 was a year of adventure and a year of change. I made it a goal to travel more, and travel I did. Now, however, it’s December, and I find myself at more of a loss more than ever.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: This – the 9-5, the two weeks of vacation, the lackluster — is not what I’m supposed to be doing. I should be exploring. I should experiencing the world, having foreign affairs, learning languages, submerging myself in cultures so different from my own.
This year was just a taste of what’s to come. A beautiful, delectable, oh-so delicious taste. And I want more.
At this point, you may be asking yourself, “More of what, exactly?”
To answer that, I’ll need to start at the beginning — January, well, more like December of last year.
Banff – We came. We saw. We dined.
This time last year, I was boarding a plane to Banff (by way of Calgary) to meet my mother and her Southern Arizona-based ski group. My mother, who is most likely where I get my own restlessness from, loves extravagant travels, and though not entirely dripping in extravagance, Banff was pretty much a fantastic trip.
And let me tell you, Banff is one Bad Ass Motherfucker.
The views were to die for. Snowboarding the Canadian Alps was a dream come true. The food was phenomenal (Bison short ribs, anyone? Yes? No? Regardless, dine at Bison in Banff). And the wine was just plain clutch. Overall, I’m not sure that I could even give you a valid complaint.
We rang in the New Year in typical Banff fashion — crowded out on the streets. Streakers (not kidding) and party goers alike left their respective parties to welcome in the New Year together. It was all good fun and festive, albeit a bit chilly.
And so, some 1,600 miles away from home, I started out the New Year right and set the course for an amazing year to follow.