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The Secret to Outrageous Travel

Do you want a spectacular finale to your life experience?  Something to remember when you aren’t so mobile?  It doesn’t take a trust-fund or a fairy godmother.  All it takes is a decision that you aren’t going to put up with boring any more and you, too can enjoy outrageous travel.

Blame it on Tim Ferriss

I don’t need this. Do you?

I was two years into my second retirement before I heard of Tim Ferriss. Before reading the Four Hour Work Week, I thought that a good vacation was two weeks and my retirement lifestyle reflected that mindset. It included the usual amenities: hotel, rental car, restaurants and all the glitz and overhead that goes with it. It was pricey. So we staid home. Since your income drops with retirement, we couldn’t afford long vacations in retirement either so nothing much changed. Theoretically, we had the time but still not the money for a cruise, tour or resort. We aren’t really cruise or tour people but we were brainwashed. We didn’t see the other options. We were blind to the possibilities of spending time in new places and living local instead of like a tourist.  Outrageous travel is not extravagant travel.

Eliminate the layers of expensive and limiting amenities and you eliminate major costs. Reduce the costs and you can afford to spend real time traveling instead of taking the two hour tour. Once my mind was opened, I was hooked on the possibilities but getting started was still hard. We were old. We hadn’t been out of country for 40 years. We didn’t speak any language but English. We weren’t poor but our discretionary income was modest. Could we make this work? My wife had real doubt and even I had concerns. Still, time was wasting. If we were going to do it, there was no time to dither.

Persuading my wife.

I was willing to go for broke and just do it. Whatever the consequences, it would be an adventure-maybe the last in our lives. My wife was more cautious. Getting her buy-in would take finesse. I wanted to start with a month somewhere. I didn’t much care where but the first barrier was getting my wife’s approval. I suggested Rome. I had spent six weeks in Italy 40 years ago and I was sure that there was so much to see in Rome that one month would not be enough. My wife balked. She had never seen Rome and imagined that it was Columbus with ruins. I next suggested Amsterdam. She was indifferent. Then somebody said Venice and the dam broke. She agreed to a shorter stay in Venice to test the waters and we were off.We rented an apartment, used frequent flyer miles to book a flight and made our first retirement lifestyle trip last March, eleven wonderful days in Venice.  Now we understood outrageous travel.

Decisions have consequences

There were amazing consequences from taking that first trip. First, my wife no longer thinks that one month is a long time for a visit. She was very unhappy to leave Venice after only 11 days. NOW She has no reservations about the length of our next trip. Second, she is in love with Italy. She will visit anyplace in Italy without reservation. In fact, she insisted that our next trip be to Rome which she now understands is just as unique as Venice.  Up with Italy!

What did we learn?

The biggest lesson was that what we knew about travel was wrong. We learned that the the value of travel was not following the herd in swarms but blending into the local scene. We learned that the expensive tourist facilities only filter your experience. We had our apartment in a neighborhood away from the bustle of San Marco and used local shops, restaurants and markets. Our apartment was cheaper than a hotel and allowed us to eat in inexpensively most of the time. Because we used our airline miles for the travel, our only expense was the apartment. Food was perhaps more expensive than at home but not that much. We were also more cautious this first trip. The apartment we rented was more expensive than we needed.  We could fine tune next time. And Italy is grand.

All in all the trip was a success. The things I worried about before never happened. The

VENICE, ITALY

flight was pleasant enough for economy travel. Twelve hour flights are bearable, especially when they are overnight (and you get some sleeping pills from the doc before). Foreign airports are fine, even if you don’t speak their language. We still aren’t too old to have an adventure.  Outrageous travel was still an option for us.

Are you up for outrageous travel?

I’m sharing this experience because I want to make you think. Maybe you think it is too late for you to have an adventure and see the world. Maybe you think that it takes big bucks to travel. Maybe you are afraid of what people will say. I suggest that you just let your fantasies flow. Where have you always wanted to go? What memories would you like to cherish when you finally get old?

We learned a lot making this trip and we are using the lessons learned to make the next one even better. I will be sharing some of those lessons here in future posts and if you have questions or comments, I can respond either in the comments or as future topics.

 

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Healty Aging-Let’s Reinvent Hospitals

Alkmaar's medieval hospital
Image by jimforest via Flickr

Warning – Opinion ahead.

Tuesday’s posts are usually information about healthy aging. Instead of my opinions, I try to provide information that I think is important for healthy aging. Sure my opinion gets in there a bit but by and large these posts reflect the findings of experts. Today, I am changing the slant and giving you my thinking about hospitals. Be warned that what you read here is only my opinion. I don’t have any credentials as a health practitioner. I am a rank amateur and my judgments are limited to my experience and may not relate to anyone else. That is my disclaimer. You can agree or disagree – and I hope you will chime in either way because I can use the feedback. I just had a life changing experience and it has made me think again about how we receive medical treatment-particularly when we have to stay in the hospital.

Checking out hospitals again after 50 years.

The bottom line is this. Last week I found myself confused while driving my wife home from our workout. Not knowing what this might mean, my son drove me to the closest emergency room and they swiftly started running tests. All of the tests indicated that I was healthy but it still took two days for me to get released. Those two days gave me a whole new perspective on hospitals and medical treatment in general. . Those two days convinced me that there is much wrong with institutionalized treatment.

The last time I was in the hospital was for a tonsillectomy when I was eight or so. It was an adventure at the time. The hospital was an interesting place and I got to eat in bed and have ice cream. What’s not to like when you are eight? Over the years, I haven’t given much thought to hospitals. Last week, however, I got a new hospital experience and plenty of time to evaluate my feelings. They aren’t positive.

Hospitals expect you to be sick,

First, I realized that hospitals operate on the assumption that patients are sick. I think this is probably because historically, hospitals were where you went to die. If you didn’t want to die you stayed away. As a result, when you go to the hospital, they put you in a bed and they keep you there. I contend that except for sleeping, the worst place for a healthy person to be is in bed. I could feel my body deteriorating each minute of my confinement without the body movements of normal existence. There was no place to go and if I did stroll the halls, the gowns only cover the front of my body exposing my backside to all. The only thing I could do was lie in bed and read or watch television while my body deteriorated.

If you aren’t sick when you are admitted, you will be.

I wasn’t sick. I had experienced something that I wanted to understand. I needed some expert judgment about what had caused it and how to avoid it happening again. I understand being careful when there is no information is wise but I refuse to accept that lying in bed is the only option. At first they had me strapped to a monitor and IV which had to be unconnected to allow me to visit the restroom. At first that seemed like an excuse but I later discovered that they can make those portable. There is no reason that there couldn’t be a lounge for sitting, visiting with other patients or your family or playing cards or board games- at least I can’t see any, particularly when I remained clear headed and lucid. I believe that terrible damage results from confining healthy people to bed and that most patients would benefit from spending as little time in their hospital beds as possible that includes eating from an awkward tray over your bed. It might have been fun as an eight year old but it is damn humiliating for anybody else.

How about a hospital for the living?

It is my contention that hospitals were conceived in the middle ages as places to die and that nobody has had the imagination to reinvent them as places to recover. I know I died just a bit each day I was confined- and that is in spite of the very supportive and helpful nursing staff. I am not critical of the intent behind hospitals but I am confident that they do very little to keep people healthy and a great deal to make them dependent and weak. Maybe that is too harsh and superficial but I can’t make any other conclusion. What is your take, particularly if you have been in a hospital recently. Did the experience make you healthier or sicker?

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