Thursday, November 24, 2011

Next stop: New Zealand


Saying goodbye to the Adelaide boys on Sunday morning was really hard.  Sharon and Adrian Stone drove me to the airport, a wonderful bookend to my year in Melbourne, as they were the ones who picked me up when I first arrived.  With my apartment packed into two suitcases, I was ready for the last leg of my journey.

Upon checking in, I discovered that for an extra $500, I could get my 2 pieces of luggage to Auckland. 

Oh. 

I was allotted 40 kilos and was 20 kilos over!  At $25 per kilo, I had to clear some weight.  What followed was an outrageous airport-repacking scene.  I definitely didn’t have 20kg of stuff that I could dump, so I had to find a more creative solution.  I considered wearing all my clothes onto the plane with me, but opted to use myself as a coat rack instead.  Everything that could be attached to me was somehow strapped to my body, including my scuba gear and yoga mat.  Wearing my mask, snorkel and flippers through security and onto the plane was not out of the question either.  When I showed up again at the counter to check weight, the attendant congratulated me for making the limit, and then promptly informed me that they’d be sending me right back when I reached the gate as I was over the carry-on limit.  Unable to comprehend this, I decided to press my luck at the gate.  An hour later, I made it onto the plane thanks to a nice New Zealander that was willing to claim one of my bags as his own.  I arrived in Auckland refreshed by the idea that it was all going to work out and fall into place even if I didn’t have all my plans mapped out.

I slept in the back of my rental car 2 of the first 3 nights in New Zealand.  While things weren't going as planned, I was having a wonderful time.  Here are some albums from my week in the North Island.

Auckland:

Waitomo Caves:

Lake Taupo and the Volcanic Valley:

Wellington:


Happy Turkey Day!






Saturday, November 19, 2011

Saying Goodbye


It’s hard to believe I was last in Melbourne 5 weeks ago.  I’ve been home for almost 3 weeks and I’m just getting my life in order enough to blog again.  I’ve been able to hold onto that Melbourne sense of relaxation here in Chicago, which is a great start.  I’m literally surrounded by my best friends, my family, with Ari and Alicia 2 blocks away and Aaron and Kim just a few houses down on the same street.  I find myself at one of their houses most nights for dinner.

One of the first and most revealing realizations I had in Melbourne was how much I missed being immersed in a group of friends.  Looking back, I’ve always had a group of best friends around me…first with Dan Goodman and Harry Matthew, then the Crew in Middle School and High School, and finally my college friends at Emory.  For the last 5 years in Chicago, I’ve divided my time between amazing individual friendships, but it wasn’t until I found my Melbourne group that I realized what I was missing so much.

I don’t want to take anything away from my life in Chicago pre-Melbourne, but I’ve realized it was hard work managing a social calendar.  It’s not so natural for me.  What’s natural is to invite a friend over and have 4 show up.

I may be back on the right track here.  I’m recovering from a horrible afternoon today.  Izzy had a rat poison scare (turns out it was rat poop which is still dangerous but she probably didn’t eat enough to cause problems if she ate any at all).  Nonetheless, I have been absolutely frazzled.  Within minutes, Danny, Aaron, Kim, and Ari were over to help out.  I didn’t know what any of them could help with, but I knew I wanted someone with me, and I got 4.  So, maybe I’m on the right track.

I can’t express what my Melbourne friends mean to me.  If you’ve been following the blog all year, you probably already have a sense.  They welcomed me into their inner circle and included me in everything they did.  It wasn’t until this realization of being a part of a group that I understood how at home I felt with them, thousands of miles away from Chicago.  I spent my last weeks in Melbourne just hanging out with them and being made fun of for crying about it.  It was perfect.

Leaving Melbourne felt like graduating from college.  At the end of each, I tried to appreciate the time and place in my life and how special it was to me.  It’s hard to digest either of those endings, but being present has been helpful.

Here are some pictures of the people and places that had me smiling every day in Melbourne:


And here are the pics from my going away party of the people that made Melbourne my home:


More stories and pics from my New Zealand travels to come!

Happy belated birthdays Alicia, Etan, and Barbara.

Happy birthday this week Kims, Choppie, Yehuda, and Joshie!!!

Wishing everyone a wonderful Thanksgiving.





Monday, November 7, 2011

Gabrielle Mia Levy

I made it home in time to meet my gorgeous niece, Gabrielle.  I was thinking a lot about her all during my 2 weeks in New Zealand.  Alicia has been dilated for 3 weeks and the doctors were predicting an early birth. I hoped I could make it back in time, and am so thankful that I did.  Gabrielle arrived this afternoon perfectly healthy, all 6 lbs 3 ounces of her.

Here are some pics from her first hours with us.  She's got big blue/gray eyes and a full head of dark hair.


Alicia and Ari were amazing.  Relaxed and composed through it all.  Alicia is doing great and looks amazing!

I'm catching up on the photos from my last 2 weeks in Melbourne and New Zealand, so I hope to have some of those out to you soon.

Happy belated birthdays Ben and Dean.  

Happy birthday today Romi and Amit.




Monday, October 3, 2011

The Last Great Ocean Road Trip


Well, legend has it that I’m leaving this place in 2 weeks from 2 days ago.  Ugh!  The idea has been confronting me since returning from my last Aussie trip with Raph.  He hooked us up with a sweet deal on the relocation of a camper van.  We drove it from Melbourne to Adelaide and basically only paid for gas.  I don’t know if they do car/camper relocations in the states, but it’s worth looking into.


I had a wonderful Rosh Hashana this past week.  First night was with Pup’s family, and then I was with Yehuda at the Chabad House for the rest of the holiday.  I feel more comfortable and part of the community there than I have at any other synagogue.   It’s great to have found that here too.

Thinking about leaving brings me back to the weeks leading up to college graduation.  I’m realizing I’ve enjoyed and flourished in this experience more than I was aware of.  There is a time and a place for everything, and while I’m confident in where I belong next year, that doesn’t make this separation easier.

May this new year be as fulfilling as last.  Shana Tova!

Bday shoutouts:
Mike Galvin
Uncle John Zion
Aron Grossman
Jared Neumark
And Dbones from last week!





Thursday, September 15, 2011

Jack Vidgen!

Tuesday night I was flipping through some Youtube songs at work and found Jack Vidgen.  I clicked and chills ran through my body for the two hours I spent playing every possible Jack Vidgen song I could find. I can/do listen to him sing this song all day!  There’s something building in his voice that reaches straight to my soul.  The judges seem to feel it there too.




A few weeks ago I visited a Nathan Sawaya exhibit I’d heard about.  He’s a former lawyer turned Lego artist and his work is amazing!  Talk a look:




There was a full moon Tuesday night as well.  Maybe that’s why I was tearing up listening to Jack Vidgen.  Some interesting photos:




As of today, I have one month left in Melbourne.  Yes, I’m excited to come home.  But it’s hard to think of that now, as I am focusing on savoring my moments here and the memories I’m still creating.  I’m not sure what I was looking for when I came here, but I’m sure I’ve found it.


Some birthdays from the past weeks: Oren and Dan Goodman, Happy Belated Birthdays!


Matty’s 29 today!  It’s your first birthday as a Daddy, Matty!  Happy Birthday, Fellas.

Come to think of it, it's Oren's first birthday as a Daddy, too!

Uncle Howard turns 70 tomorrow! (although it’s his birthday right now in Melbourne)  Pa, have a wonderful weekend!  I wish I was there to celebrate with you.


If you’re reading this blog and I’ve missed your birthday, that means I just don’t know it.  So if you’re interested, send it to me so I can keep it in my calendar.


Friday, August 19, 2011

Thailandia!

Thailandia!

I’ve just completed my own photo editing marathon and I feel relieved and energized at the same time. 1,900 photos will do that to ya!  As on the trip to New Zealand, the details are best left to the photos and captions.  They don’t tell the whole story, however.  They don’t recall the insightful conversations we shared, the delicious Thai food we tasted, the cozy and cheap quarters we slept in, and the adventures we enjoyed.

I was excited to spend this quality time with Laz.  When I decided upon this year abroad, I hoped it would offer me uninterrupted, focused time with friends and family.  That has certainly happened this year, and it’s been wonderful!  I haven’t seen much of David since high school.  We each keep pretty busy, and while we catch up for the occasional crew gathering, it’s not like the time we had together running laps for Coach Rudman at 6 am every morning of tennis season.  Laz and I are both taking an alternative year abroad.  I’m basing myself in one spot, and he’s traveling the world, reaching Spain, Morocco, Italy, India, Egypt, Cambodia, Laos, Thailand (the list goes on).  We’re each enjoying a period in our lives where we’ve been flooded with entertaining and educational new experiences, as well as more than sufficient alone time to ponder, prioritize, and plan our lives.  Sharing this time with Laz was a real treat, and an invaluable experience.  Thanks, Dupes!

And then there’s my new friend, Bopper.  He’s Laz’s roommate from freshman year.  Mr. Value was our designated bargainer.  He could rival Hezi.  He had the whole walk out routine down pat.  We didn’t take a tuk tuk ride for more than 60 bot ($2).  Bopper was a ton of fun, and so was watching his body respond to Thailand in general.  We never knew what Bopper’s body was going to bring that day.  Talk about excitement!  We were a perfect Thai trio, and I’m grateful to have made such a good friend so fast.

Well, I guess I’ll give you a rundown of my impressions and highlights of Thailand.  We started in Chiang Mai, which is a beautiful, cultured northern city.  We did a 2 day/1 night trek through the jungle, sleeping in a mountain village for the night.  This was absolutely one of the trip’s high points. 

Check out the Chiang Mai pics:

From there, we flew south to Ko Samui and spent a wild night on our way to Koh Tao.  Samui is a bit commercialized.  The beach is beautiful, but the non-stop venders take away from the experience a bit.  Koh Tao is scuba central.  Something like 40% of all Padi certifications are from there.  The highlight for me though, wasn’t the scuba, but the day on the longboat.  Such a treat!  Koh Tao is full of young travelers (maybe a bit too young for us) but we made do.

Check out the Ko Samui and Koh Tao pics:

After 2 nights in Tao, we excitedly hopped a night ferry to a bus to a ferry and ended up in Koh Phi Phi.  Phi Phi is truly stunning.  I had one of the best days of my life there.  We met a couple of wonderful Danish girls on the second ferry and spent the next day on a longboat with them.  It was magical from the start, as we stopped to watch dolphins cross our path within the first 30 minutes of our ride.  We continued on to Maya Bay, where they filmed “The Beach”.  It reminded me of Milford Sound with the limestone rocks emerging straight from the beautiful water.  Wow! We hopped out of the boat and snorkeled into a net and then to a ladder to make it to the beach.  It was some of the best snorkeling I’ve done to date!  We hopped back into the boat and made our way to Long Beach for lunch, where we played “asshole” and ate Pepperidge Farm Dark Chocolate Chip cookies alongside a cat with spectacular blue eyes!  We continued to Monkey Island where made a b-line for the monkeys.  Laz and Bopper told me the snorkeling was even better here, but I had my sights set on those monkeys!  They were fascinating, frightening, exhilarating, and peaceful all at the same time.  I felt like a national geographic photographer.  I side-stroked back to the boat with one hand holding my camera’s wet-bag high in the air.  The coral cut up all of our feet on Monkey Island.  We made it back to Phi Phi just in time for sunset, but we were missing the view!  For a few extra dollars, Bopper convinced our skipper to take us back out to see the sunset.  I spent the next 2 hours in some sort of photo-trance.  I couldn’t put that thing down!  The night ended with fresh, grilled red snapper, a cob of corn, and some red wine to top it off, and then 2 scoops of cherry/vanilla frozen yogurt to top it off again.  We had a few drinks on the beach and played “would you rather” before heading off to bed.  Really, one of the best days of my life!


We felt like the trip was over after that high.  But we still had Bangkok!  With only one night together, we made the most of it.  We had an amazing meal, and spent the rest of our evening at “rooftop bar” singing away the night.  Our request for Country Road (West Virginia) was a huge hit!  It wasn’t until breakfast the next morning that we appreciated the amazing food Shanti Lodge had to offer.  It’s a sheltered haven in the middle of a crazy city.  I would recommend it to anyone!  Tuckered out, we rested much of that last day, but managed to see some of the amazing temples Bangkok has to offer.

Here’s Bangkok:

When I look back, I’m amazed at how much I just let go and enjoyed this trip.  I think a big part of that was exercise or the lack of it.  I did a few push-ups (really, not very many), but that was it.  I “couldn’t be fucked” (as they say in Oz) with going to the gym or going for a run.  I’m not sure if that reflects more of me or of Thailand, but it was wonderful nonetheless.  Don’t get me wrong…I’m still the same old Adamo, rearing to hit the gym once I’m “home”.  And that’s exactly what I’ve done this week.  But I haven’t let go like that since I started lifting weights 11 years ago.  Yes, I’m an old man.  29 years old today to be exact.  It’s been a wonderful birthday.  To be honest, every day this year feels like my birthday.

One more notable…I acquired a wonderful new nickname on this trip: Photo Ninja…something to do with my shooting stances.  I dunno, but I like it!