Australia is so big and diverse that a first impression from landing in Brisbane is like a first impression of America from landing in Atlanta. But first impressions are also inevitable and often right. They contain the seeds that grow into more lasting impressions. I’ve only been here 24 hours, so you are going to get my first impression!
Because of my work life and family life I don’t have as much time to go on adventures as I’d like, so when I do go, I want to get the most out of it. Ten years ago I took the whole family to Japan. I planned it and organized it myself, and it was…AWESOME! This year I’m going to Australia (I’m actually there right now!). And in the spirit of adventure, I thought I’d share my process of planning an adventure to help you plan your own!
It all started in 1979 with an Australian movie my dad said reminded him of me. THAT piqued my interest and started a life-long admiration for the land down under. I’ve felt a strange familiarity with Australia, from the movies, books, music, and the people, and I’ve been wanting to visit for a long time, but never had the chance. Well, I’m about to get my chance…
People still look at me funny when I say Rodale is headquartered in the Lehigh Valley. Sometimes I’ll say Emmaus, sometimes Allentown or Bethlehem. But unless they are longtime organic gardeners or farmers, in which case Emmaus (the birthplace of the organic movement in America) and Maxatawny (home of the Rodale Institute) are considered Mecca, most people are not familiar with our little valley.
by guest blogger Maya Rodale. Once upon a time, I ran a race. It was the 800-meter dash during my sixth grade field day. What happened in this race has taken on Great Significance of Epic Proportions. What happened? I came in second. What followed were years of second place races, metaphorically speaking, in which I did pretty well without putting in a huge ton of effort. B+ grades instead of A’s, basically. Enjoying opportunities that arrived, but not always seeking and seizing them. In other words, I became content looking at the back of people’s heads.
by guest blogger Maya Rodale. The Desert of Maine is one of those roadside attractions you just have to pull over for. During our recent jaunt through New England, my sister and I took time out from outlet shopping in Freeport to see what the heck was up with this desert that was just a few miles from the ocean and surrounded by pine forests.
I love summer sooooo much—heat and humidity and all—that I’m afraid it will be gone too soon and I won’t have enjoyed it enough. I’m trying something new this year in that I’m not planning any major summer vacations away from home. So the burden is going to be on me to have self-made fun. Here’s my wish list:
by guest blogger Maya Rodale. Summer camp was one of the best, most formative experiences of my life. For one glorious month, I lived in an idyllic camp deep in the woods of Maine with tons of kids my age, cute and funny counselors, fresh air, fun and games, and really good food. Looking back, here are the awesome life skills camp instilled in me.