If you've never heard of "Where the hell is Matt?" then you've been missing out. Matt Harding started out by making his own travel videos of himself doing his dorky little dance in the places he visited, and how he's lucky enough to be sponsored to do the same thing. Yeah, while I have a cool job that I can't believe I get paid to do, this guy's got us all beat. He gets paid to travel and do a dorky dance on film.
This is his 2008 video, and if it doesn't put a gigantic grin on your face, then you might want to check your pulse and make sure you're still alive.
And do yourself a favor - go to the original video on YouTube so you can watch the video in high resolution. To see the looks on the faces of the people he's dancing with is half the fun (if not more).
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
09 July 2008
28 March 2008
I'm back!
I got in late last night, after a too-long day of airplanes and customs and security lines and no sleep, and I finally turned out the light around 11:30pm. I vaguely recall waking up once during the night, but didn't really start waking up in earnest until almost 8:00am today, so that's good. I'm starting to feel sleepy now, and am hoping to go to bed early, but all in all I'm pleased at how well I slept. We'll see if I can really avoid jetlag, or if I'm deluding myself.
It was extremely hard to leave Italy yesterday; the whole process of packing and taking the train to the airport was just plain depressing. Now, it is nice to be in my own home surrounded by my stuff and to have my cats around (that last part is especially nice), but I could have my own stuff and my cats moved to Italy. So that isn't enough of a lure to stay here. No, moving to Italy is still very much something I want to do, so we'll see how it all works out.
On a lighter note, when I got home last night the garage light was on. I thought that was odd. Then I saw there was a note from our house-sitter extraordinaire on the door, saying one of the cats was in the garage. (They're indoor cats, and not supposed to get into the garage, even.) She said he'd gotten in there just that evening as she was taking out the garbage, and he was too quick for her. He hadn't responded to her attempts to get him back inside, so I spent the first 20 minutes of being home lying on the floor of my garage trying to convince my cat to come out from under Chris' car. He finally did, and when I scooped him I up I realized his paws were kind of oily. Lovely. So then I spent the next 15 minutes washing off my cat's paws (he really didn't love me very much at that point) in a locked bathroom so he couldn't get away and get oily cat footprints all over our cream-colored carpets. Then, and only then, did I actually bring any of my bags upstairs.
Yeah, it was kind of an odd re-entry. But comical. At least for me (not for the cat).
Oh, and this morning before I ran to the grocery store for some milk, I stopped by the cafe that's around the corner from our house (and run by some friends who love Italy and Italian coffee), and I taught the gals working there how to make my new favorite coffee drink. I'll have to teach our friends, the owners, so they can add it to the menu. Seriously. I'm not sure I can live without at least the occasional marocchino for too long! Hey, if I can't be in Italy, I'll bring as much of Italy home with me as possible...
I'm going to spend tomorrow morning doing a few household chores and unpacking, my mom's going to come up for a visit in the afternoon, and I'm going to relax in my PJs and maybe not leave my house all day. Then on Sunday I have to drive to SeaTac airport to pick up Chris. That's as far as he could get on Sunday (they were going to have him stay overnight up there and fly him to Portland on Monday - no thanks). I'm not looking forward to the road trip by myself on the way up, especially if I'm still jetlaggy. Anyone wanna come with??
It was extremely hard to leave Italy yesterday; the whole process of packing and taking the train to the airport was just plain depressing. Now, it is nice to be in my own home surrounded by my stuff and to have my cats around (that last part is especially nice), but I could have my own stuff and my cats moved to Italy. So that isn't enough of a lure to stay here. No, moving to Italy is still very much something I want to do, so we'll see how it all works out.
On a lighter note, when I got home last night the garage light was on. I thought that was odd. Then I saw there was a note from our house-sitter extraordinaire on the door, saying one of the cats was in the garage. (They're indoor cats, and not supposed to get into the garage, even.) She said he'd gotten in there just that evening as she was taking out the garbage, and he was too quick for her. He hadn't responded to her attempts to get him back inside, so I spent the first 20 minutes of being home lying on the floor of my garage trying to convince my cat to come out from under Chris' car. He finally did, and when I scooped him I up I realized his paws were kind of oily. Lovely. So then I spent the next 15 minutes washing off my cat's paws (he really didn't love me very much at that point) in a locked bathroom so he couldn't get away and get oily cat footprints all over our cream-colored carpets. Then, and only then, did I actually bring any of my bags upstairs.
Yeah, it was kind of an odd re-entry. But comical. At least for me (not for the cat).
Oh, and this morning before I ran to the grocery store for some milk, I stopped by the cafe that's around the corner from our house (and run by some friends who love Italy and Italian coffee), and I taught the gals working there how to make my new favorite coffee drink. I'll have to teach our friends, the owners, so they can add it to the menu. Seriously. I'm not sure I can live without at least the occasional marocchino for too long! Hey, if I can't be in Italy, I'll bring as much of Italy home with me as possible...
I'm going to spend tomorrow morning doing a few household chores and unpacking, my mom's going to come up for a visit in the afternoon, and I'm going to relax in my PJs and maybe not leave my house all day. Then on Sunday I have to drive to SeaTac airport to pick up Chris. That's as far as he could get on Sunday (they were going to have him stay overnight up there and fly him to Portland on Monday - no thanks). I'm not looking forward to the road trip by myself on the way up, especially if I'm still jetlaggy. Anyone wanna come with??
11 February 2008
T Minus Six Days
The memorial on Saturday went really well; I was pleased with it, and I'm also glad it's done. Now I can start stressing out - I mean thinking about - the Italy trip. I plotted out a rough itinerary today of how I'll spend the six weeks, and it now feels like it's a pathetically short trip. I'm wanting to hit several of the "big" cities in Italy for research purposes, but it means being away from our home base in Milan roughly half the time. Which still means about three weeks in Milan, but it'll end up being a few days here and a few days there rather than three solid weeks. I'm preparing for this to be the opposite of a relaxing trip.
Still, I'm not complaining - it's six friggin' weeks in Italy, forgodsakes. And, if things go according to plan [editor's note - when do things ever go according to plan?!?] I'll be able to re-visit some cities I've seen and loved before and also add a few new ones to the mix. I'm excited about both prospects.
It's funny, because I have a fondness for Rome just based on writing and reading about it, but my actual trip there in 2001 wasn't particularly wonderful. It was toward the end of the whole vacation, I was tired, and after the relative calm of Florence, Rome was a bit of a shock to the system. I'm looking forward to seeing it again with different eyes. Other places I'm hoping to see include Florence and Siena (both of which I know and love), and Lucca and Assisi (neither of which I've ever been to). I've got a day set aside to visit Pompeii and Herculaneum, too, so I'm crossing my fingers that works out. Really, I go back and forth between being giddy with anticipation and feeling bogged down by all there is to do on this trip. But in the end, I'll do what I can, and I won't knock myself out over it. Worst case scenario is that I need another trip. Poor me.
I'm planning to keep up with this blog during the trip, however sporadically, as well as the Italy Logue (link in the upper right hand corner, too) - the latter will get more attention, because this is a work trip and that's what they're sending me over there to do, but I imagine I'll pop in here now and again as well.
So, the countdown begins - six days until departure. Egads.
Still, I'm not complaining - it's six friggin' weeks in Italy, forgodsakes. And, if things go according to plan [editor's note - when do things ever go according to plan?!?] I'll be able to re-visit some cities I've seen and loved before and also add a few new ones to the mix. I'm excited about both prospects.
It's funny, because I have a fondness for Rome just based on writing and reading about it, but my actual trip there in 2001 wasn't particularly wonderful. It was toward the end of the whole vacation, I was tired, and after the relative calm of Florence, Rome was a bit of a shock to the system. I'm looking forward to seeing it again with different eyes. Other places I'm hoping to see include Florence and Siena (both of which I know and love), and Lucca and Assisi (neither of which I've ever been to). I've got a day set aside to visit Pompeii and Herculaneum, too, so I'm crossing my fingers that works out. Really, I go back and forth between being giddy with anticipation and feeling bogged down by all there is to do on this trip. But in the end, I'll do what I can, and I won't knock myself out over it. Worst case scenario is that I need another trip. Poor me.
I'm planning to keep up with this blog during the trip, however sporadically, as well as the Italy Logue (link in the upper right hand corner, too) - the latter will get more attention, because this is a work trip and that's what they're sending me over there to do, but I imagine I'll pop in here now and again as well.
So, the countdown begins - six days until departure. Egads.
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