Once We’re There or Getting Lost

On the streets of Frankfurt, Germany

The breadth of how much planning is required to not have a happenstance journey into Europe, should we figure out the digital nomad thing, becomes extraordinary. Knowing that I’m already set on 13 base destinations over the course of a year, we have to maximize this opportunity to make the best of our circumstances while still allowing a healthy amount of serendipity to enter our adventure. I suppose what I really need is the knowledge of what our options are before arriving in any given city and having a familiarity akin to already living in each place for some period of time. As I peel the layers back, I find it daunting, and this is just as I’m checking our options in Vienna, a city we’ve already visited.

Biking, hiking, walking, trams, trains, subways, and occasionally boats will act as our modes of transportation. Open-air markets, museums, dining experiences, bakeries, churches, coffee shops, cooking classes, and events will all have to be mapped. Some of this planning will happen more than a year out, while some of it will have to occur in situ as there’s only so much one can glean on the horizon when looking from so far away. The point will be to arrive with a routine ready to be established where we don’t have to wonder daily what we might be doing.

I can already hear the voices of my past who lament that I’m killing spontaneity, but I have to insist that we enrich our experience by shoving two or three times more activity into a precious travel day. While it’s been said here before, we rise with the sun and venture into our world in the quiet of the day as the places we visit are stirring back to life. The rare nature of being able to carve time out of one’s routine to explore faraway destinations should never be taken for granted. We do not invest the time and money to gather popularity or bragging rights that we’ve collected another trophy; we intensely desire our visit to enrich our knowledge and pique our curiosity about the history and cultural amenities that may be unique to a particular destination.

As I write this, I realize how old-fashioned I must sound to those who pass through a location with no other need than sharing a fanciful photo that exemplifies the photogenic qualities of the influencer who’s popularising a particular corner or view. So, are we immune to chasing down the hot and trendy places? Heck no, we’ll gladly pounce on visiting Hotel Sacher in Vienna for a second slice of that famous 189-year-old recipe used for making Sacher Torte. And Horseshoe Bend up near Lake Powell in Arizona? Well, millions now grab selfies from the overlook; look closely at some of their photos, and one day, you spot us, waving from down on the river to those above who are spending 30 seconds up there.

Bitterness is the next realization I recognize, squeaking out my words, but am I bitter? I think I would have to admit that I am. Silly huh? What kind of unrealistic expectations do I have for people to travel with noble ideas of enriching their own lives instead of putting their egos on display? Didn’t I once want my own ego to shine through? Actually, no. There was no platform in the 1970s through the late 1990s that would allow the average person to put their vacuous experiences and fashion choices on display to build a cult of personality around. Well, there was, but not everyone got to be a rock star or famous actor.

I suppose that, to an extent, what I’m complaining about is a nascent change in an economy where social media allows participants to create new avenues of value while I remain on the sideline without the mindset that would allow me to benefit financially from my own exploits.

Well, this went off the rails of the original intent of writing about what we’d be doing once we landed in Europe to live there instead of just visiting. Such is the nature of the old man’s mind grabbing at straws to make sense of the world where NFTs (Non-Fungible Tokens) are driving the price of crypto-art to levels that are making millions for their creators. Maybe I should just focus on the travel planning?

Where Might We Go?

Nomads across Europe

*** Yes, this is one super long wall of text, but in it is my sketch of a 1-year journey living and working across continental Europe. Should you invest the time to read this lengthy entry, you might learn something about how inexpensive such an opportunity would really be. Of course, tourist visas could present certain issues, but if you can get past that (such as being married to a German), you might be able to explore an angle on traveling you never thought affordable. 

So, beyond the obvious need for love, I also require food, sleep, and shelter, the essentials that we humans require. Beyond that, it’s all luxury. Being fortunate enough to explore a life of incredible circumstances in a world of so much suffering is beyond my ability to comprehend, but here I am at the cusp of turning 58 years old. Caroline and I are seriously entertaining the idea of taking this remote working gig on the road to join the world of Digital Nomads.

As you’ll hopefully have read in the previous blog entry, I’m disillusioned with the price of moving somewhere else in the United States. While we’d thought for a long time that we’d retire in Oregon near the coast, we’ve been priced out of that potentiality. Researching costs for near-coastal lodging, aside from being there for a limited amount of time on vacation, something became abundantly apparent: we could better afford to become wanderers across the European landscape.

But then the really hard part of this equation strikes my mind: Where to start and where to go from that point? If we considered a month per city, choosing 12 locations is no easy feat until I consider a conversation Caroline and I had back in the summer of 2018. We were in Vienna, Austria, falling in love with the city. We spoke of how incredible it would be if we could live here but thought it was likely too expensive. Never in our wildest dreams back then did we think it would actually be possible. The next best thing to putting down long-term roots would be to spend an entire month in this beautiful historic city. Sure, we could stay longer, but why not see more?

How would this all work? It’s 4:00 p.m. in Europe when 8:00 in the morning rolls around in Arizona. Caroline could be available Monday through Friday from 4:00 p.m. until midnight, allowing her to have plenty of face time with her coworkers. We’d be able to sleep until roughly 7:00 or 8:00 in the morning Central European Time and have the first 7 or 8 hours of the day exploring our environs.

Logistically, there would be a lot of preplanning, so once in Europe, we could hit the ground running and fall right into getting to work. Many of our belongings would have to be placed in storage, while we would be carrying only the essentials. Effectively, this would be a long river trip with us camping along the trail, so to speak.

Part of the planning is booking places to stay over a year in advance in order to be as mindless as possible once underway. I already know that there will be a certain amount of regret that instead of staying in one place, we could have stayed in this much more scenic place, but such is the price of making up your mind and enjoying yourself with where you are. Initially, I thought I’d run us ragged with taking off for three weekends per month and only dedicating Monday through Friday in each of our locations, but the more I thought about it, I realized we enjoy nesting, so hanging out at least two weekends would be important. Dwelling further into the possibilities, I think we’ll aim for one Friday a month of vacation time so we could leave that morning for a more relaxed three-day weekend once a month where we return Monday afternoon.

By the way, we will not rent a car during this year, unless we need one for a particular opportunity. Apart from that, we are doing all of our travels by train. This just makes a lot of economic sense. Consider a train ride from Bordeaux, France, down to Bayonne. By car, it would take nearly three hours, while the train would have us there in just under two hours. First-class roundtrip tickets leaving on a Friday morning and returning on Monday afternoon would cost us only $23 each. I’ll go further into these economics later.

John Wise and Caroline Wise in Vienna, Austria

Okay, back to Vienna (by the way, that’s us in Vienna a couple of years ago). Well, actually, we need to get down there first. Travel from Frankfurt, Germany, to Vienna on the high-speed ICE only takes 6.5 hours and costs $60 each in 1st class. Check into our apartment, which is looking to cost about $1,140 for four weeks. On our previous visit, we didn’t have enough time to head over the Danube to Bratislava, Slovakia; we’ll fix that with a long weekend over there via a short 1-hour train ride costing $27 each for the roundtrip. We’ll also need to pay a visit to the Vienna Woods with a train ride out to Baden bei Wien before grabbing a couple of bikes to ride into the hills to see the Cistercian Abbey Stift Heiligenkreuz aka Abbey of the Holy Cross. We’ll leave Vienna via train for a 4.25-hour journey west; the cost of this next long haul is $82 for 1st class.

We are staying in German-speaking Austria (one of my wife’s favorite dialects) a bit longer as we head west into Innsbruck, where I’m finding rentals for an average of $1,404 a month. This begins a 56-day stay in the mountains. In one iteration of my planning, I thought we’d go from Vienna deeper into Italy right away, but the train ride was quite lengthy, so why not break it up? First up is obviously Innsbruck, and then 111 miles south, but still in the Alps, we’ll pull into our next location. While in Innsbruck, we’ll take a 16km roundtrip walk over to Hall in Tirol. Our long weekend will involve a dramatic train ride through the mountains up to Mittenwald, Germany, for a $24 roundtrip. Finally, we’ll try to squeeze in a weekend visit to Kufstein, Austria, which is an hour east and costs $44 each for a roundtrip. The train to our next destination requires a 2.5-hour ride deeper into the mountains, costing $70 each.

Trento, Italy, sits high in the Alps on the Adige River at the western end of the Dolomites. Getting out for a hike in the mountains might be a chore, but we have plenty of time to plan things and figure out the bus schedules. While in the area, I have a short weekend trip down to Brescia on the itinerary that’ll cost $38 for the train down. While researching some of these details, I came across a blogger who wrote of his full-day train ride from Trento down to Lecce near the bottom of the boot of Italy. While a 14-hour train ride sounds a bit excessive, we’ll be traveling the length of the eastern coast of Italy, and Lecce itself is an amazing-looking place. Roundtrip tickets are as little as $82, while 1st class tickets are $222 each! Our stay in Trento might be one of the more expensive at an average of $1,468 for the month based on the places I’m considering.

Regarding rental costs on this trip around Europe, consider this: our apartment in Phoenix, Arizona, costs us $1,032 per month. Water, trash, and electricity add $232 per month, while the internet costs $56. So, each month, we pay $1,320 to live 20 miles north of downtown. If we were living in Scottsdale, that cost would be easily doubled, and even then, we may not be near a place with many amenities. Now that $1,468 doesn’t look all that expensive when you see that I’m looking at staying in central old town areas whenever possible, and that price includes water, electricity, and internet, plus we won’t need a car. Also of note, almost every “home base” along this journey is for 28 days, as that’s the point where hosts on Airbnb start to offer big discounts! After doing all of my calculations, I’ve come up with an average monthly European rent of $1,417, which is $97 a month more than our current rent in a cultural wasteland.

Florence, Italy, a historic city of the Renaissance, here we come. Our ride in from the north will have taken 8.5 hours via Bologna but only costs $46 each. With so much to see and do here, we would likely only spend one long weekend away over in nearby Pisa. But should we feel comfortable with the pace of taking in Florence, we might head into Siena for a weekend, since after recently finishing the book “SPQR” by Mary Beard, it might be interesting to see the statue of the Capitoline Wolf, which is also the symbol of the town along with the wallop of other historical treasures. A day trip over to the town of Montecatini Terme (where Christian Dior died sounds intriguing too, but to be honest, the Terme di Montecatini (thermal baths) might be more interesting with their morning “Hydropinic” Therapy session for only €15.00 each. Don’t try finding a definition of “Hydropinic,” it’s not easy to find and seems specific to Italian; it means; water is to be imbibed at specific temperatures, pace, and times. Lodging for our 28 days of Tuscan indulgence will cost us about $1,330, maybe less.

Turin Italy Travel Map

Turin will be where we conclude our 84-day/11-city journey in Italy before moving on to our next country. Piazza Carlo Alberto will be our first stop here as it was the place in which Friedrich Nietzsche collapsed back on January 3, 1889, at the age of 44, just as he left 6 Via Carlo Alberto where he was living. If we are truly lucky, we’ll take in a performance of Bizet’s Carmen at the opera or Teatro Regio di Torino, while just one street over on Via Po, we’ll be sure to try the gelato. Both were favorites of Nietzsche. To stay in the same area where this famous German philosopher once lived will cost us about $1,100 for the month. I’m certain we’ll spend an equal amount on gelato. While in Turin, I’ve penciled in a 3-day weekend in Ivrea via a 48-minute train ride for $16 roundtrip, a weekend in Susa via a 68-minute train ride for $14 each roundtrip, and a day trip over to Chieri, which takes a quick 20 minutes for only $6 roundtrip. I almost forgot, the train between Florence and Turin takes about 3 hours and costs $104 in 1st class or $78 in 2nd class; this includes Wi-Fi that strangely costs 1 cent per 24 hours while on board.

Annecy, France, between Grenoble to the south and Geneva, Switzerland, to the north, is where we are spending month six. Our apartment should cost somewhere around $1,313 for the month. To travel between Turin and Annecy, we will board a TGV in 1st class for only $63 each. With two weekends available, maybe we’ll take one of them up in Geneva and the other down in Chambéry. A day trip over to Chamonix to see Mont Blanc would give us 13 hours in town for only $13 roundtrip via train.

You might notice that I’m going into a high level of detail regarding this year-long itinerary; well, what you are seeing is my travel planning. Normally, I’d be populating all these elements into a spreadsheet so I could print them out later, but instead, I’m writing up the plan here in my WordPress editor as I go. At some point, I’ll transfer all of this to a document that can be organized, which also means it might change here and there as we approach our departure date which at this time is tentatively scheduled for April 2022. Those changes could involve a change of cities due to fluctuating rental prices, but we’d still try to stay in the same general area due to other destinations on our clockwise journey around Europe.

Who doesn’t want to go to Aix-en-Provence, France? Before you even get to the end of this blog entry, I’ll go ahead and share now, our total time in France during this year will amount to 154 days. You might think that being down here in the Côte d’Azur, we’d head over to Saint-Tropez. Nope, not this trip, as this is also about the routine around working, not an extended vacation. Plus, the train doesn’t go there. The train does go to Arles, which would make for a great 3-day weekend in my eyes, and for $42 each of us roundtrip for the 2-hour trek, we’re on it. Also in Arles is a National Park called Camargue where we can go flamingo watching and maybe see the world-famous Camargue horses. A weekend trip over to Avignon takes only 20 minutes to get there on the TGV, and 1st class train fare is $29 roundtrip each. An interesting day trip could be had at the fishing village of La Ciotat, an hour south on the coast; for a roundtrip fare of less than $30 each, we could have breakfast and lunch on the sea and be back home in Aix-en-Provence for work and dinner. An apartment for the month for us would be about $1,250. The train that brought us here from Annecy will have taken 4 hours and cost $45 each in 1st class.

Albi France Google View

Toulouse, France, is an exception to how long we’ll stay in each location; we are here for only two weeks as we adjust our calendar to make room for a special date in December. No big price break for 14-day stays, so we’ll be putting down about $792, but at only $56 a night, that doesn’t feel bad at all. As for our train ride from Provence to Toulouse, that requires approximately 4.5 hours and costs $29 each in 1st class with free Wi-Fi. The one weekend we have in the region will see us traveling to Albi (pictured using Google Earth), and if we can squeeze in a day trip, it could be over to Gaillac, 45 minutes away by train.

Bordeaux, France, in the Aquitaine region, is next up. The 1st class train travel costs $18 each and speeds us over to Bordeaux in a quick 2 hours. While we are here in the famous wine region known around the world, it is not the biggest draw for us. Alcohol never is; history for Caroline and me holds the appeal. Like in all the cities we are calling home for a month, we’ll need to make some travel arrangements so we don’t get bored and Bordeaux is no different. Our 3-day long weekend is pegged for visiting Limoges, our shorter 2-day weekend trip is to Bayonne, and Libourne is under consideration for a day trip. The adventure in Limoges from Friday morning to late afternoon Monday is handled by train as usual and costs $68 each. Bayonne is near the Bay of Biscay just north of the Spanish border via a 2-hour train ride for only $23. Finally, the day trip to Libourne. Good thing it’s only 22-minutes away as we can leave on the 7:00 a.m. departure to have breakfast in the old town and still enjoy a solid 8 hours walking around before heading back to Bordeaux on the 3:30 train so Caroline can greet her co-workers who’ll be starting their workday. I’m making a note for us to walk over the bridge crossing the Dordogne River in Libourne and think of John Stuart Mill, who crossed over it back in December 1854; he was the author of On Liberty. The average cost for an apartment in Bordeaux during our stay is about $1,250.

Frankfurt, Germany, for Christmas and New Year’s with our family, will require a 7-hour ride passing through Paris, costing $252 for the two of us in 1st class, traveling first on a TGV and then on an ICE, which is Germany’s highspeed train service. It’s a bit expensive as we are traveling on Sunday. And just then, it occurs to me, why not spend a night in Paris? I know one day is not enough in the City of Light, but you can walk and see many things if you have an entire day. Walking out of the Montparnasse train station towards the Eiffel Tower, over the Seine to the Arc de Triomphe, down Champs Elysees to the Louvre, and back to the train station is only 12km, requiring 2.5 hours, easy peasy. Checked on hotels, and we’ll certainly find something for a night between $100 and $150. Leaving Bordeaux on the TGV in 1st class at 7:00 in the morning has us arriving in Paris by 10:00 a.m. for only $39 each; from there, we need to drop our bags at a hotel until we can check-in. The next day, we’ll leave Paris at 3:20 p.m., arriving in Frankfurt at 7:00 p.m. for only $59 each in 1st class, again with free Wi-Fi.

After our holiday celebrations in Frankfurt, we’ll be heading back to France as we move on to Rennes over in Brittany. Seeing we again have to pass through Paris, why not stop once more for a day in this amazing city? If we leave on the 6:53 out of Frankfurt for only $63 each in 1st class, we’ll arrive in Paris at 11:00 in the morning at Paris Est station, which is a 30-minute walk to the Louvre. There are a ton of hotels for between $80 and $120 right near the train station; maybe we should consider staying in this area for our night in Paris. The next day, we have to leave Paris at 5:00 p.m. for the train bound for Rennes, France, arriving at 6:30 for only $33 each, and again it’s in 1st class. Please note that by breaking up the trip and having these Monday travel days, we only spent $194 each to travel from France to Germany and back to France for a savings of $116, easily paying for at least one of our nights in Paris.

Rennes welcomes us back to our 28-day habit of staying in a location. Having left America just nine months earlier and our 50-to-200-year-old cities, we will be getting our fill of 2,000-year-old places. Rennes is one of those cities that promises to deliver. From medieval architecture to a cathedral and many churches, I’m certain will find something here to charm us. An apartment in the old town looks to cost about $1,310 a month, some cheaper, many more expensive. Over the course of the month, I have three out-of-town destinations planned. The long weekend I’m considering takes us to Dinan ($29 roundtrip by train) about 90 minutes away and just south of Saint-Malo. While Saint-Malo is close, it might be better to visit as a day trip as the train from Rennes is only an hour, and it would appear that visiting on a weekday with good weather would be preferred at this extremely popular and often crowded site. A weekend visit down to Nantes takes about 90 minutes and costs $60 each for the roundtrip, or maybe we bite the bullet and book an expensive room out on Mont Saint Michael.

Giverny-10 by shogunangel

Our tickets should have been reserved long in advance for the 4-hour journey to Rouen, France, in Normandy. At the time I’m writing this, the cost for 1st class travel is $52 each. An apartment in or near the old town is averaging $980. Our long weekend here is a special request from Caroline. We will travel to Bayeux to see the famous tapestry with our own eyes. Roundtrip tickets to Bayeux up near the coast are $62 each, with nice rooms on Airbnb for $60 and up. Our shorter weekend side trip will be to Dieppe for $10 each to travel up to the coast; I make note that we must eat at Café des Tribunaux, where famed artists such as Renoir, Monet, and Flaubert were known to drink and also try the local moules Frites (mussels and fries). If we can carve out time on a Saturday or Sunday, we should take a day trip down to Claude Monet’s garden in Giverny (pictured). It’s only 45 minutes away but has a very limited train service, costing $30 each for the roundtrip. Due to the strange schedule, we will be spending the day between the beautiful village of Vernon and Giverny from 8:00 a.m. until 9:00 p.m. and can only do so on certain days.

Something about transportation costs to consider: we won’t have a car payment, nor are we renting a car for this year of being nomads. Our train travels, mostly in 1st class, will have cost us approximately $2,950 by this time, add in the tickets for Rouen to Bruges, Belgium, and from there to Groningen, Netherlands, plus our return to Frankfurt, Germany, and the cost of the majority of our train travel will amount to $3,130. Does that sound like a lot? Consider that our 2019 Kia Niro costs us $415 a month, add $60 a month for insurance, and outside of pandemic times, we would typically spend about $120 a month on gas or $7,140 a year for our car, not considering any maintenance. For our $3,000, we’ll have visited seven countries over the course of 365 days and taken in at least 46 cities, big and small, loaded with thousands of years of history. Even calculating the airfare to Germany from Phoenix, Arizona, we’ll still have spent less on travel costs than paying for a car in America.

Hello Bruges, Belgium. Instead of traveling on a Sunday, which has been the routine, we are coming in on Saturday as train prices for Sunday were twice as high. By traveling a day early, we are only paying $74 each, in 1st class, of course. Bruges is going to be the most expensive city we will stay in, with a 28-day cost averaging a whopping $1,750, and goes way up from there. Don’t bother suggesting the outskirts of town, as it’s pricey there too. One weekend, we’ll head over to Kortrijk to visit a Flemish city on the River Leie. Train tickets to Kortrijk are only $25 roundtrip, and the ride takes about an hour each way. Another long weekend will see us off for three days of bicycling around Ghent. Train price is $22 roundtrip for the 20-minute ride while apartments can be had for between $60 and $115. If time allows, maybe we can squeeze in a day trip to the coast over in the Ostende area for a re-visit to the Paul Delvaux Museum, one of Caroline’s and my first dates.

Groningen is our last big 28-day stay. For $49 and a ride across the Belgian and Netherlands landscapes, we’ll enjoy our 6-hour journey across some very flat land. If I thought Bruges was on the costly side, Groningen is coming in at a slightly cheaper $1,725 a month, hardly a savings. Caroline and I have traveled many times from Frankfurt to Belgium and Holland in the past, but not a single visit in over 25 years. This month will see me turning 60 as it will be April of 2023 at this point and so a month of cycling in the Netherlands sounds about perfect. Of course, Amsterdam is appealing, but we’ve been there more than a few times, so it feels like we should be checking out new places as much as possible. One of our two weekends out of the city will take us east into Leeuwarden for a couple of days at about $80 a night, and if we are lucky, maybe we can book a few days in the incredibly popular village of Giethoorn for between $90 and $150 a night. The train from Groningen to Leeuwarden takes about 30 minutes each way, with a train to Giethoorn having to detour through Leeuwarden to get down to our destination, and costs $55 each for a roundtrip.

Our return to Frankfurt from Groningen is a mere $89 in 1st class, taking 6 hours to get home with an 8:30 a.m. departure, arriving by 2:30 in the afternoon, leaving enough time for us to go get us some Grüne Soße in celebration.

That’s the end of year one. A follow-up blog entry about our walking schedule will be posted as I make progress on it. Maybe you are thinking, who plans their daily walks? Well, take Vienna for example; we have 28 days there, but we also have about five travel days away from the city. With 23 days left over and the desire to revisit sites and museums we’ve rushed through previously, we have to dedicate time to those activities in addition to seeing new corners of Vienna. We have eight possible spurs where the subway runs that we’ll have to choose from to ride to the end station, and from there, we walk back. This is fairly easy as we are only looking at between 8km to 14km per leg or 5 to 9 miles. This has to be done for all 12 cities, and where we can add bicycles or kayaking to the mix, I have that to figure out, too. Did I share that there are at least a dozen tram lines in Vienna that might have interesting destinations, too, along with a number of dedicated bike paths from the city out into the surrounding nature? And what about a cooking class or two? Which triggers my thinking about must-try dishes in each location. It’s endless.

One year through Germany

This is the map of our encore year where instead of settling down, we’d roam Germany’s corners with 12 destinations that would allow us to explore the far reaches outside of where Caroline grew up in Frankfurt. Of course, none of this is cut in stone, and maybe it all has to wait until we are actually retired, but if you don’t dream of what comes next, nothing will arrive.

You Want To Get Away In America? LOL

Florence Italy

* Kitchen in a $ 1,200-a-month apartment in Florence, Italy

“Hey, I’ve got a great idea. After a year of pandemic isolation and working from home, why don’t we head somewhere else for a month or two to remote work from there?” The wife says, “That sounds wonderful; why don’t you start looking for places?”

Where the HOLY hell did this glue sock come from that’s obscuring my perception of our current reality?

One month from June 1st to the 30th in Florence, Oregon, the average price of the first ten listings on a popular rental site is $2,884. Well, ideally, we wanted to escape for two months, so we’re looking at nearly $6,000 in extra rent to place ourselves up “near” the coast. If you want an ocean view, that’s gonna run you between $4,000 and $10,000 a month.

Maybe we should look inland? Off to Paris, Texas, my searching eyes drifted; the average rental price there is $4,700 a month. I see that outside of town and 16 miles west near the town of Petty, Texas, we can grab a place for only $1,930 a month. Maybe the area comes with a premium due to its proximity to Dallas, which is only 103 miles (166km) away.

Let’s try a really small town, say Vienna, Georgia, with a population of only 3,664 people; we should certainly be able to afford something there, right? Well, that’ll set us back $2,400 a month, and a couple of the options are for private rooms, not even a small apartment.

Okay, one more try, and the dart lands in Berlin, New Hampshire. Nope, $3,103 for a month.

But John, what were you hoping for? How about we just go down the list? You should have seen a particular trend and that I was aiming for something, so here goes.

Florence, Oregon

* Kitchen in $5,200 a month rental in Florence, Oregon

A month in Florence, Italy, over the same dates would cost Caroline and me $1,167. Summer in Paris, France, south of the Seine in the shadow of Notre Dame in the Latin Quarter, is a mere $1,807 a month. Or maybe a return visit to Vienna, Austria, near the museums again, that was fun? A month in Vienna this year would cost $1,228. Finally, the capital city of Berlin, Germany, would set us back $1,651 per month, but that’s the price for being within walking distance to Alexanderplatz, Museum Island, the Brandenburg Gate, and Tiergarten.

I did not start this exercise with the idea of comparing American cities with European places with famous names, but after giving up on finding inexpensive options in the United States, I wanted to see how inflation had played its hand in Europe. On average, the lodgings across Europe this year would be $1,463, but I’m easily finding places for under $1,000 a month as we’re not all that picky. Heck, even in London, England, a mile walk from Buckingham Palace would be a pricey $2,940 a month this summer. Excluding Paris, Texas, and taking the price from Petty, Texas, instead, the average for us to rent a place across America would cost us more than $2,000 a month, and in all of these situations, we would be far away from any cultural amenities.

Should you be thinking that things would be cheaper in larger cities here in the states, well, Los Angeles would cost about $4,000 a month, Seattle about $3,000, while New York City is coming in at a quite reasonable $2,700 a month but still about $1,300 a month more than in Paris, France; Berlin, Germany; Vienna, Austria; or Florence, Italy.

To be honest, I’m pissed about this situation as it says a lot about the inflated prices for homes in America and the ridiculous turnover of properties, always necessitating new mortgages that drive up the costs of owning homes. Such is the price of rampant capitalism, I suppose.

Maybe we should consider a motorhome? Right, $100,000 for the motorhome, $130 a month to store it, fuel costs in a vehicle that might get 10mpg (4.2km per liter), and then the $30 to $50 for a hookup spot while “camping.” So, what’s the real cost of Caroline and me taking out an RV for 60 days a year? Loan payments on that size purchase are $1,286 per month, fuel costs for 4,000 miles would be about $900, add camping and storage for a yearly cost of $19,632 or $327 a day if we used the RV 60 days a year. We’ve not touched on the subject of maintenance.

Then it dawns on me while this blog entry is sitting here waiting for Caroline to edit it: we are not supposed to be truly mobile; we are supposed to stay put in our heavily mortgaged homes and the abundance of junk that fills our garages and yards. Mobility happens in short spurts that last a weekend or maybe five days while we head to the lake, the dunes, or Disneyland. The average person’s time out and away is supposed to fit in with their two weeks of vacation per year. Even when you retire, you park your RV at a campsite while working as the host so you can save money, and the state saves money by giving you a minimum-wage job while you collect your social security.

So, who goes out for months at a time? The wealthy do, and the wealthy do not want to socialize with their fellow Americans because they know they are, by and large, a crass and vulgar bunch. Out of the media’s mouth and amongst the impoverished and middle-class, there is a lament about the French, and yet, in any given year, the French see more real estate dollars pouring into their country from wealthy Americans than from anyone else. France is great if you are a wealthy American but is the butt of jokes if you have an average education and income.

You are supposed to be bound to your home; it’s your proverbial castle. What a dumb way of life! It’s time to move back to Europe.

Rebecoming Nothing

Beautiful Sky over Phoenix

Pandemic, you bring us back to nothingness. With an infinity of communication in the realm of the banal, we are rendered into primeval shadows of the humans that once were. We are no longer presenting our modern or better selves, nor are we borrowing emergent art or knowledge from our potential future selves that might re-present a new course of culture and thought. We are ceasing to exist. This is the transition from human to metahuman. In this in-between reality, we offer digital fragments of symbols that allude to what had been a meaningful past, but those chimeras are losing their context as humanity drifts in the silence of pulsing light and disease. To break free of this descent into the abyss of meaninglessness, we must throw off all that has been known and shroud ourselves in the artifacts of a future that does not yet exist on the plane of sleeping awareness.

Form and convention, symbol, and brand can emerge from a random new visual language, algorithmically drawn from structures hinted at in the cascade of light yet to be transmitted. The thoughts and images of history being created tomorrow must break with what existed milliseconds ago on that service known as the internet. Escape velocity might be lost before we ever lay one synapse into this quantum dimension because we are afraid of what lies ahead. We are afraid of knowledge, of becoming, of evolving, of everything besides death. Our death is the delivery to our hoped-for eternal, perfect place that was painted by ancestors looking to escape the horrors of existence and uncertainty. Today, as we face the modern horrors of change, we are once again turning to acceptance of being nowhere with nothing more than vague superstitions in order for death and sacrifice to have a greater meaning.

Out of the fog of decay, we welcome war as the elixir to flush away uncertainty from our souls. Plunging into the darkness of fear and paranoia, a fire must be lit to guide us out of the malaise wrought by our own stupidity, or else we should suffer from unbearable obscurity. For those who dwell in this margin, violence is the purifier. For the enlightened, dreams of escaping a dark age will hopefully act as the propellant to thrust our species forward in order to avoid the four steps back.

During a pandemic of disease or of mind, the antidote to returning to our base natures is art; be it the art of language, painting, song, science, or poetry, we find our better selves in creative expression.

But what of those who are the empty shells of humanity, who survive at the edge where dreams are impossible due to the overwhelming burden of simple survival? To have aspirations that allow designs for a future is a type of agency afforded in ever greater abundance as society has progressed, but it is not guaranteed that all will participate. Not too long ago, it was nearly impossible to witness the ascent of our neighbors as success in class mobility mostly occurred outside the purview of those left behind. Today, that equation is flipped as social media allows everyone to witness everyone else. In this view of the world, those without the wherewithal or inspiration to surpass their circumstances grow angry at what they cannot manifest and instead take aim at what they can own: conspiracy, hate, violence, and general intolerance.

With owning nothing, there is nothing to lose. Bringing enfranchisement to those in that situation won’t be easy as they need to have a desire to want something more from their efforts, and up until this point in life, they’ve not felt the rewards of investing in themselves. There’s also the catch-22 when simply dealing with the everyday essentials that sustain life might be an impediment, but this intellectual malaise also afflicts the well-to-do, so poverty is not a great measure of who is affected by the stagnation of living in nothingness.

It’s time to destroy this dangerous road that forks to the right and is leading the lemmings off the cliff, threatening to pull the rest of us with them. The trick will be, how does society spark the idea that it is time to change when those who need to open their minds are certain that change will ruin them? One part of the solution is to inspire their children to see beyond the damage being done by their parents and empower them to imagine their own bright futures.

Years after I had to put my efforts into building a non-violent, creative virtual space for casual learning to rest, I still believe that careers in virtual and augmented reality are our only way forward. Just as so many of us on earth have learned to blog, vlog, podcast, Instagram, Tweet, and otherwise share our digital lives, we must turn our efforts towards creating our own virtual shopfront that will also act as a personal museum and playground. Each of us needs to cultivate our creative expression and stop relying on the media, professional sports franchises, and celebrities to entertain us. Building communities and sharing our discoveries are the next steps in our path of escaping our barbaric roots. If we fail to ignite our imaginations and inspire one another to create meaning out of nothing, we risk returning to less than nothing.

2,000 Miles In A Circle

Sunrise in Phoenix

In the ongoing saga of pandemic isolation, today marks the moment when I’ve walked over 2,000 miles in circles around our neighborhood. Having such a glorious sunrise for the occasion created a sense of celebration. Walking over 4 million steps since last March needed to be equated to something, so I checked the handy-dandy online maps and saw that I’ve walked the equivalent of the distance from Phoenix, Arizona, to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Now, that feels like I’ve accomplished something.

10 months, 1 week, 5 days

Clouds in the sky

Do you ever participate in national polls? I have and still do, but which ones will remain unknown, although it’s one of the largest agencies. Who it is isn’t the point, though; that I take the 10 to 45 minutes to fill them out is what’s important and I do answer as truthfully as possible. Recently, I completed three polls that asked about couples’ relationships, how I spend my time, and the impact of COVID-19 on various aspects of my life. The first one took about 45 minutes to complete, while the questionnaire about time spent took a complete 24-hour cycle to look precisely at how I spend a random day; in my case, they chose Saturday. Finally, yesterday, I filled out a poll about getting through the pandemic.

You might infer from the title of this blog post that there’s some relevance to it here and there. This is the amount of time Caroline and I have been self-isolating. I should qualify that self-isolating for us has meant a certain amount of inability to act spontaneously in any direction we might want to go, such as traveling. During the first weeks, the pandemic, while stressful, felt as though it was offering us the chance to camp out. Over time, I certainly felt moments of anxiousness in wanting to get out and go somewhere, but the actions of pandemic deniers quickly squashed those feelings, and I was just as quickly content again to be at home. As we approach a year of reduced activity, this recent poll had me assessing where we are in the scheme of things, and I think I need to admit that I’ll miss aspects of self-isolation when it comes to an end.

We’ve learned to enjoy waking up, taking walks, cooking at home, being at home together during working hours, not needing to drive somewhere literally every day, and not being bored because we are mostly at home. The first poll about our relationship dug into happiness and questioned if we are moving apart and looking forward to splitting up after the pandemic passes. I could easily answer that we are likely happier together now than ever before if that’s even possible. On Saturday, when I detailed each segment of the day, the survey made me focus on our routine: wake, snuggle, go for a walk, make breakfast, read, do a chore, go for a walk, make lunch, play at a hobby, read, go for a walk, make dinner, do dishes, go for a walk, watch stupid stuff, play at a hobby, read, snuggle, sleep. Finally, the third poll asked, “Are you doing more exercise, less, or about the same as before the pandemic?” Then it asked, “Are you eating healthier before, now, or about the same during the pandemic?” Another question was about sleep, “Are you sleeping better, worse, or about the same during the pandemic?” To all of them, I had to answer better.

If leaving the pandemic means we have to bolt out of bed, race out on a walk so we can try to wolf down some breakfast before jumping in the car to deal with the slog of driving in traffic to go to the office with a plastic container that will be microwaved for lunch before dealing with the traffic on the way home and finally cooking at 6:00 p.m., I can honestly say that this doesn’t sound remotely appealing.

Work still starts at 8:00 a.m. Monday through Friday and doesn’t end until between 5:00 and 6:30 p.m.; such is the life of an I.T. worker. Heck, it even intrudes into weekends, but the job pays well, and it is always challenging in good ways. While it’s winter and the days are shorter, we afford ourselves the luxury of waking at 5:30, sometimes 6:00 unless it’s the weekend and we feel lazy, and then we might sleep until 7:30. We have this flexibility as we can choose to walk 1, 2, or 3 miles in the morning, where before we had to contend with traffic and being fully ready for everything else in the day as there’d be no going home to grab what was forgotten or meeting up 2 hours later for another walk because we were short on time and only walked a mile before heading to the shower.

Meals are exquisite even when they are simple, as they are made fresh. We eat less because we no longer feel compelled to eat restaurant-sized portions, trying to avoid leftovers that too often end up in the bin. When Caroline takes a break from working at midday, her lunch is being brought to her, and she doesn’t have anything to clean. Instead of reading Reddit during her break or jumping back into work, we go out for a one-mile walk around our neighborhood. During the in-between moments, we are near one another and can share an exclamation of love or run over to offer the other one a hug.

This is how we’ve been living the past 318 days, and by now, this is our cozy routine. Besides the loss of spontaneity of being able to go sit in a coffee shop and write or head out for the weekend on an adventure, life is seriously great. The thing is, we needed this complete stop of the treadmill to force the change. By now, I no longer want to return to eating out the majority of our meals. I don’t want to feel compelled to be away from home as much as possible as though somehow being home is boring. I don’t want to be so busy that walking 5 miles a day is nearly impossible, and most importantly, I always want to know that a hug is nearby.