Day 1 of the A to Z Blogging Challenge – Thoughts on Being a Nomad
Today is April 1st, or April Fools’ Day. More importantly, it is the first day of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge, a month-long blogging endeavor, where every day of April (except Sundays), participants write about a topic related to a letter in the alphabet. Some people decided to write about a theme instead of general thoughts and ramblings. I chose “Thoughts on being a nomad” as a subject to tie all the letters of the alphabet and therefore my post topics together. I aim to keep the blogs short and post one of our photos each time. Here we go!
Nomads tend to be adventurous people, always curious about what lays behind the horizon, about what can be discovered next. Some travelers take more risks than others and adventure can mean many different things. Although I have tried a few extreme sports in my twenties while backpacking through New Zealand, like bungee jumping, white water rafting, flying a plane and sky diving, I don’t see adventure and pushing your limits as the same thing. Doing scary things and overcoming fears is adventurous, don’t get me wrong, but for me, adventure means trying out new things and exploring different places, by foot, horseback, bike, car, hitchhiking or other means of transportation. I would like to try a lot of experiences in life at least once, whether it is going on a cruise, swimming with whales, visiting the Arctic, photographing the Egyptian pyramids or attending an opera, none of which I have achieved. Yet!
According to Louis L’Amour (“Education of a Wandering Man”), the armchair adventurer has all the advantages. “Adventure is nothing more but a romantic name for trouble,” he claimed, “What people speak of as adventure, is something nobody in his right mind would seek out, and it becomes romantic only when one is safely at home.” While I partly agree with Mr. L’Amour, who was a hard-core adventurer in the 1920s and 1930s – yes, everything is easier when comfortably sitting at home – I do believe that adventure these days – the kind I like anyway – has a softer connotation. And, if everyone would be an armchair adventurer, too scared to set foot outside their comfort zone, who would be living the adventures and writing about them? I guess I am one of those “crazy” people who would rather see the world and go on adventures than read about them… Who is with me? Or, why not?