When I lost my job of 10+ years, I did what most rational (not really) people would do – I ran away to Europe on my EPIC Adventure (travel sabbatical). See I didn’t quit my job to travel the world, my job quit me so I thought “why not travel”. Having had a job (or two) since I was 16, this was an opportunity to travel for a good amount of time to clear my head after a career of 23 years (and a good reason to eat gelato, lots of gelato).
Everything was pretty last-minute – the research of the hotels, flights, trains, etc. to put together a preliminary itinerary. What would normally take months to plan, I did in two weeks by staying up to nearly 3 a.m. each night. I had to set up holds (mail, newspaper and magazine), cancel trash collection, pay/schedule bills in advance, set up cash transfers for ATM withdrawals, find a friend to be my go to person here at home. Plus a whole lot more. I shopped for new clothes to bring with me as I attempted to pack in one new suitcase for temperatures that would vary from 50 to 90 degrees taking me from Spring to Summer. In a word, my friends and family (and the voices in my head) all seemed to agree that I was “crazy”.
My friend from Washington State who I call “country mouse” was amazing to just drop everything and join me on the first leg of my adventure – the EPIC transatlantic cruise from Miami to Barcelona (which I’m calling Adult summer camp with alcohol). While I planned out April and May, I left June open in my attempt to be spontaneous. Packing my laptop for the first time, I planned to blog from the road a few times a week to see if I could handle the nomadic lifestyle (spoiler alert! I failed miserably as I chose to enjoy my destination instead). When I returned from my EPIC Adventure, I can’t lie – I was sad to be back to reality. My mom texted me “Welcome Home! Back to reality, it sucks!” Gotta love Mom and her words of wisdom!
So while I have been posting when I could – wifi on the road is a bigger deterrent that I thought. I managed to write a bit as I went along but it was harder than I anticipated as I was lured away from working by the magic of traveling – exploring new worlds and eating/drinking without abandon (there will be hell to pay at the gym).
Now that I’m home, I will focus more to catch up with all the crazy from the road as I search for a job. Believe me, there was a lot of crazy on this trip and many more “these things happen only to Sue” moments. I was on Italian television being serenaded and filmed during my Row Venice gondola lesson by a journalist. I tried Airbnb for the first time and the experiences varied greatly – I fled one dirty property after falling down the steps and spraining my foot which landed me in the local clinic and then a visit to the hospital. My sprained foot would alter the course of my travels and my life.
There would be a taxi strike in Paris. There would be striking workers who would decide to set fire to the Eurostar rails stranding me in Paris causing me one of the most stressful travel days I’ve ever experienced and bringing me to the brink of a travel meltdown on my way to London. There would be a London tube/underground strike. I’d get manicures in three cities not speaking the language (chipped nails and bad polish transcends language so I just held my hands up with a sad face). I’d camp out at a few hotels writing and surviving on room service and the on site spa. I’d have three days of waiting time in Milan before meeting a friend in Malta (thank you Starwood points for helping me camp out at the Sheraton Diana Majestic last minute).
I’d get lost a few times in Naples, take the wrong train to Ercolano for Herculaneum and figure out the crazy that is the Italian train system. I’d meet new friends, catch up with old friends and eat gelato daily pretending I earned it from all of the walking. I’d find the wash/dry locations in Spain and Florence and then learn to hang my wet clothes in the Gozo sun. There would be magical sunsets on the water, over the water and along a wind tunnel of a road. I’d ship my clothes ahead (a bit of overpacking coming to fruition). There would be hotel upgrades, disagreements, awesomeness. I’d drive a manual Land Rover in a 4×4 adventure course outside of Barcelona then explore Florence in the ultra adorable, albeit miniature classic Fiat500.
There would be amazing foods (and food tours), wines and fascinating people/conversations along the way. I would spend over twenty hours walking over two days at the Milan Expo15 before my feet rebelled and would walk no more. There were spa visits, a shopping spree (thank goodness for Banana Republic and “big American” sizes!), broken sunglasses, a few broken spirits and thankfully no broken bones. More than 7,500 photos on my IPhone and countless more on my camera. Tours by bike, foot, boat, big bus. 13 Hotels, 7 AirBnb properties and a friend’s house. There would be lots of chocolate and even more wine!
The FINAL ITINERARY looked like this:
Norwegian EPIC TransAtlantic Cruise (11 days)
TBEX Conference in Lloret del Mar, Spain
TBEX Post Conference Press Trip – Barcelona is Much More (so much fun, adventure and Cava!)
Island of Capri
Island of Gozo (Malta)
Malta (overnight only to be closer to airport)
So they are just a few of the highlights (albeit some are nightmares/low points) but it was an adventure so stay tuned to see how it all turns out. I traveled by planes, trains, automobiles, cruise ship, electric car, golf cart, chair lift, vaporetto, gondola, a vintage Fiat500, zipline and ferry. Upcoming posts will be a bit of this, that and the other as I jump around cities as some posts are easier than others. Any questions, just ask either in comments below or use the contact form.
The three months in Europe flew by and every day I was able to explore the world without worry or stress. I forgot that I had no job, no income and no prospects when I got home. For those three months, I was a world citizen enjoying the beauty of people, places and food/wine/gelato. Thankfully, I had an emergency savings, a vacation days payout and lots of points to use to let me do this. When people asked “what do you do” rather than go through the job loss speech, I replied “I travel” and for three months thats what I did carefree.
Have you ever thought about running away from life to travel? If you lost your job, would that give you the opportunity and if so, would you take it?