Cultural Exchange

My wife and I took our honeymoon in Spain. It was a two week trip that took us from Barcelona, Seville, Ronda, Grenada, and Madrid, spending a few days in each city. Spain is a fantastic country. Full of diverse cities and rich history. Full of interesting local traditions and unique cuisine. Architecture that ranges from the modern to the ancient. Like most countries, each region, city, or town has their own unique culture. But there was one tradition I noticed every where we went that seemed unique to Spain on the whole.

Usually starting around three or four o’clock in the afternoon, and lasting through the early evening, the markets, squares, main bouleds and other gathering places would fill with people. There were families, couples, kids — very young to very old — all out walking. This tradition is called El Paseo or “The Stroll”. It is a time for families to gather, friends to meet, neighbors to run into other neighbors. People shop, they gossip, they discuss their lives, or they simply enjoy the company of others. For an outsider, and someone who can appreciate such things, it is wondrous to behold. People out, every single day, just taking a walk together to enjoy, participate, and experience being a part of their community. And, when one travels from city to city and then realizes that, in all likelihood, an entire country is likely doing this at the same time, well… It bogles the mind! What a lovely idea.

Though I have never been myself, I have several friends that are from Germany. As one who is interested in the culture and traditions of other countries, I have had many a conversation with them about theirs. One of these is about their eating habits. In America, we typically have a light breakfast (if any at all), a medium sized lunch, then a big dinner. While they state it is a bit less common these days, traditionally, Germans eat a decent breakfast, a large lunch (which is the main meal of the day), then a lighter dinner (Abendbrot, literally “evening bread”) usually consisting of cold cuts, cheeses, and breads. In other words, their lunch and dinners are almost exact opposites from ours. It does make a certain amount of sense, if one thinks about it, to eat meals in this order. It ensures that the biggest meal is had during a part of the day you are likely to be working your hardest and being the most active — when you need it most.

Speaking of eating habits in European countries, another interesting favorite of mine is one that is pre-dominatly French — eating the salad following the main course. Generally, in America, it is served before the main course or, far less often, along side of it. But why? Salad not only offers something crisp, refreshing, and light at the end of a meal but, furthermore, the ruffage aids in digestion. This makes more sense to me.

I relate all of these not simply to inform you of cultural differences in other countries. I offer them up as a few examples of cultural traditions, outside of my own, that I have in-whole or in-part adopted. Most because, once exposed to them, they made more sense over my own and help me to appreciate my place as part of the broader human experience. So, when my wife, daughter, and I are taking our evening paseo, I feel a deep connection to our time in Spain and the whole of its people who likely had done the same that day. When I eat a larger lunch and light dinner, I feel a connection and kinship with my friends from Germany and its citizens as a whole. And, when we eat our salad following the meal, I feel oh-so French.

But it is not just the connection to these travels and culture that is a benefit. There is also the feeling (non-scientific as it may be), that the ious traditions and cultures I have adopted make more sense than my own. That I was fortunate enough to be exposed to such ideas and that I have smartly adopted the best of them. This is part of my reason for travel to these places in the first place and I feel a certain sense of duty to do so. I travel not just to see the sights or take a vacation in a place far different from mine — such gains are short term and often fleeting. Instead, it is also to borrow and learn ways of doing things that I otherwise would not have been exposed to. Things that we have lost somewhere in our American melting pot along the way (or that never made the journey in the first place). I bring them back home in my small attempts to spread them here. I weave these ideas into the fabric of my own culture in the hopes of making the place that I call home a little better.

This originally appeared in the Read & Trust Magazine in the Thoughts On Travel issue. If you enjoyed it please consider subscribing or a single issue purchase

A Passion For The Work

Subtitle: Lose The Freelancing Illusion

I get at least one email in my inbox a week from someone who wants my advice on freelancing. They read my writing or listen to my podcast or follow me on a social network and think that I have a pretty sweet, fulfilling, life that I’m generally satisfied with. That I love working the freelance life as both a consultant and writer. That my wife, who is also a freelance consultant and my business partner, does too. And, this is true. We have a pretty great life. But I think the truth of why we love it is far different than the reason others think we do.

The fact is, both my wife and I work our asses off. Heck, here it is past midnight and I’m still working. My wife is in a chair a few feet away working. I’m rarely not working. Neither is she. Even the “fun stuff” is often work related for at least one of us. As are our “vacations”. But, we do it because we love it. We love the work. It fulfills us in ways that nothing else can. And this is what I mean when I say it is not for everyone and that satisfaction others sense is not coming from a life of leisure it is coming from a love of the work.

We are both passionate people. We are passionate about every aspect of our life. We did not set out to freelance so that we could work less. We freelance so that we can work more and own every piece of it. The fact is that there really is no line for us between family, work, and play. It is all just life. A life that we build and work for and love. We work hard at every aspect of it because we love the work.

Not everyone is cut out for it. It takes not only a passion for the work but plenty of sacrifice. It means there will be no paid vacations or retirement fund matching or group healthcare plan. It means years of saving and planning and struggling and scrapping. But you will know, in those tough years, if it is for you. Because those struggles will not deter you — they will fuel you. Because, that is all part of the work too.

The farmer lays her head down at night and can’t wait to go out at daybreak and get deep into the muck and dung of her work, because she loves the land. It is what makes her a farmer.

When you love the work, the work shows you who you really are.

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Another Dinner Idea

As I stated earlier, even though I do a lot of the cooking for our family dinner, when it comes to searching for new things to try my wife Bethany is the queen. One of her favorite sources is a cookbook called Dinner: A Love Story by Jenny Rosenstrach. While it is full of wonderful family-friendly recipes and ideas, it is also a wonderful read. That’s right, read. It is not only a cookbook but a memoir as well. One in which the food is a central theme that the narrative is woven through.

It has saved our mealtime conundrums many times. Most of the recipes are simple, quick, and largely designed for a busy family like the author’s. For instance, we recently had a whole meals worth of spaghetti noodles left over (because I can never figure out how to make “just enough”) just sitting in the fridge a few days old. There was also some flat leaf parsley in the crisper waiting for use. Bethany remembered that the book had just the perfect use for these — a Spaghetti Omelet. I had some doubts after having tried another similar idea in the past but I was game to give it another go. Sure enough, it turned out perfectly. So delish!

Another one from the book that we keep coming back to in ious forms is the Chicken Milanese. It is not only perfectly great following the recipe but also highly adaptable to improvisation. With a few slight changes or additions this can easily become Chicken Parmesan or even some healthy and flavorful Chicken Fingers for the kids.

And, as one would imagine from such a source, the Dinner: A Love Story blog is an equally entertaining mix of the same cookbook/memoir mashup that makes the book so great.

All of this to say that Dinner: A Love Story is another great book for the busy cook. The biggest dilemma you may face is wether it belongs on your nightstand or in the kitchen. I recommend following Bethany’s path — first the nightstand, then the kitchen.