Travel Tip #2…a $70 wiener.

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(Photo above, with just some the culinary treats found in the Christmas Markets, Budapest Hungary)

For this episode of feel like an idiot, we are going to talk about currency and about having an understanding, or having a clue, or a small grasp on the situation in some countries. As always research is always a good thing before travelling to a country and currency is one of those important aspects of every amazing place you travel to.

So here’s the story. Planning a month long trip to Europe was 6 to 8 months in the making. When looking and arranging travel which included flights, buses and water taxis. We went into great detail working out each of the 4 cities we were visiting with accommodations (AirBnB recommended) and the sights we wanted to see and photograph. While most of the Western European countries live with the Euro, it isn’t always the case when you go to the East.

Our first country we visited was Hungary and the incredible city of Budapest. We were so excited about the history and the sights, where we were staying, walking along the Danube and taking in the Christmas Markets that little time was spent by us understanding the Forint or HUF for short. One US Dollar converts to about 289 HUF, so you know right away that when we look at prices, things could get lost in translation. This happened while visiting one of the breathtaking Christmas Markets in the heart of the city. The sights and sounds of the locals and tourists interacting, laughing and exchanging stories of the cultures and where everyone is from to family histories shared among each other talking about holiday traditions in Hungary or back home. It is an atmosphere and experience you can only truly understand if you visit them yourself. One of the other great things about these markets is of course the food. Local favorites, holiday treats, shared customs from across Europe that only come out once a year. You spend more time deciding what to eat, until the only right decision is to eat it all…or at least attempt it.

In Hungary, they are famous for the spice Paprika and many of their dishes celebrate this flavor. In the Christmas Market, the Paprika spiced sausage on a bun is a crowd favorite and quickly became one of ours. We each ordered one and were told the price, which came to about 1700 HUF….not being familiar with the currency, the accent, etc., we handed her a 20000 bill and said keep the change thinking it was a 2000 bill. All we can say, is thankfully she was an honest and pleasant woman, who laughed at our offer but also knew we had no clue what we were doing. Two sausages for $7.00 with tip just turned into $7.00 sausages with a $63.00 tip. Travelling a lot, we know that some people would actually take advantage of the situation and take the money as a reward from stupid tourists.

Thank you honest Paprika Sausage Lady. Travel Tip #2…pay attention to the zeros.

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Watch your backside…

So as the title states, there is always something to watch out for when travelling. I’ll tell you what the title means at the end, but first a few thoughts.

In the heat of travel season in Europe and around the world, the population nearly doubles and depending on the size of the town or city, it may triple at times. With these numbers being high and so many of the world travelers being oblivious to life, one must always take precautions. This is in no way to scare anyone from travelling, as it is something I believe is part of our human makeup and one of our life’s most important learning tools. We just want to make sure everyone watches your back. Travel in pairs or more. Be aware of your surroundings and if you pull it off…don’t look like a typical tourist. For example, 4 of my favorite cities in Europe are in the top 5 places for pickpockets. Barcelona, Rome, Prague and Paris are 4 of the top 5 cities for this type of crime.

Why do they pick on tourists is because you are usually too busy looking at everything, suffering from sensory overload and in awe of a place most people have only seen on TV, in movies or read about in a book (yes people still read books) and are too busy realizing that something’s gone missing.

The important practice of nothing in your back pockets and having zippers on bags and purses closed at all times. Not carrying large amounts of cash and keeping your passport safe (an American passport can be worth thousands of dollars to someone). Securing zippers with travel locks or the ever famous wearing a backpack on your front like a human kangaroo (I personally can’t stand it and don’t understand why you would want to look like a marsupial). One thing we forget is making sure you leave nothing on café table tops like cell phones, cameras, etc., as this is an easy grab and go. None of this will make you 100% target free, but it sure helps and keeps you at least aware of some of your actions. We have learned to keep an eye on our surroundings, we stay close pretty much at all times (that may be love though) and trust me when I say we get off the beaten path on almost every occasion. Street smarts go a long way when travelling and it is also something we pride ourselves on.

Our basic reason for the blog is to make sure you as a traveler don’t forget your brain at home…and now for the title.

I would always hope that Caroline would have my back and I have hers when needed, whether for safety or just to alleviate embarrassment. But who am I kidding; we would kill to be able laugh at each other at any hour of any day. While walking the streets we stumbled upon the woman below in the photo. Walking for blocks and her husband who was not caring at all for her situation, this was the view for the world to see.

Watch your backside…or in this case watch others.

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Finding Your Place…

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Finding your place is harder said than done. It is truly one of the hardest things you as person will figure out in life…or maybe it’s just us.

For two travelers, it’s the question and the answer that changes almost daily. Based on mood, needs, creative inspiration, finances and what is actually possible. The answer is never right. So what do we do? We keep looking and that is just part of what makes us who we are and why we have come to love so many far off corners of the world.

When you actually sit and think of all that is wrong in the world, be confident that there is more right than we think or we are led to believe. Caroline and I like to think of travelling as running to somewhere instead of running away from something. It’s not about escaping the issues; it’s about rediscovering a world that we are told doesn’t exist. It could be a beach, a trail, a street an alleyway that has been out of view for too long. It’s about looking around a corner and seeing something new. It’s about being lost and confused and loving every minute of it.

So the question is do you really find your place…Do you settle? Or do you walk, discover, learn, live, love, grow, and laugh your way through life…share your experiences and stories with others and educate yourself through the school of wanderlust.

Settle if you want to…but don’t forget what’s on the other side of the street.

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Travel Tip #1…

Travel Tip #1…

…Ask questions, ask again for clarity and sometimes for fun, ask again (except I never do and always make Caroline do it. Guy = can’t ask for directions).

It’s not you acting like a dumb tourist, although they might think so. It’s just reassurance that everything goes the way it is supposed to go…if that even exists.

So the story goes like this. Arriving in Paris from Venice by plane, we found our luggage and decided the best way into the city center would be the train of course. It seems to be the quickest and most financially reasonable way of doing things in most big cities in Europe. So with luggage in hand, Caroline and I make our way to the ticket window. Knowing we must get from the airport to the city center, we tell the ticket agent what we need, grab our tickets and excitedly jump on the train.

We get to the train station where we must change trains and get onto the city center subway system. The ticket goes into the gate, the gate swings open and off we go for train number 2. We travel the 20 minutes or so until we get to Châtelet station, the big hub in the middle of the city. From there, we were to switch trains again on another line to get to our destination. Tickets go in the gate and a red light appears in front of us. Try our other ticket and the same red light appears. We then decide we could just exit and walk the 3 blocks or so and just bypass the train all together. Little did we know, these same tickets would be used to exit the station and lead us to freedom. We find the gate to exit with the same result. Tickets go in and the familiar red light shines brightly in our face. We then learned that our tickets were only good from the airport to our first stop where we switched trains to the city. Little did we know you had to purchase another ticket to get us into the sometimes confusing zones that the Paris subway system is split up into.

So what was the easy solution? Buy a ticket at a ticket kiosk or customer service center and be on our way. Well, that’s the easy solution. All the ticket machines are on the other side of the gate, where we needed to get to and after wandering the station like mice trying to get through the maze to the cheese, we discovered the customer service center was closed due to construction like most of the station at this time. If you would have been able to roll back the surveillance video of us in this 30 minute span that felt like 2 hours, it would have been a hysterical site to see. At some point Caroline and I were just staring at each other, in silence, utterly dumbfounded… So what was the answer to our welcome to Paris situation? Ask a military guard, who looked at us like we were some kind of travelling mutants. Seasoned travelers brought to our knees by the system, we thought we knew. With confidence shattered, tired from a 3:00 am wake-up call, running to a flight from the water transit system in Venice and now being caged like the non-paying criminals we were…we found our hero. A cleaner, who just pointed to a gate and said follow the lady with the stroller. We were free. Our criminal activity in Paris had come to end.

Travel Tip #1…Ask questions, ask again for clarity and sometimes for fun…ask again.