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Learn how to stay still

Photo: Jonathan Emmanuel Flores Tarello

One of the many horribly overused Facebook profile travel quotes is from Lao Tzu, the possibly fictional founder of Taoism. “A journey of a thousand miles,” it says, “begins with a single step.”

It’s the type of quote that inspires travelers to take that first step, whether it be a physical step out the front door or a financial step by saving some money for the next trip. Never mind that Lao Tzu meant it mostly metaphorically and not as a literal journey. It’s the type of quote travelers need to get moving.

Lao Tzu actually had something else to say about travel. “If you let yourself be blown to and fro,” he said in the Tao Te Ching, “you lose touch with your roots. If you let restlessness move you, you lose touch with who you are.”

In other words, learn to stay still.

Treat everywhere as a destination.

Staying home often seems like a nightmare to travelers. There’s nothing going on at home. You’ve seen all the places. Done all the things. Had whatever fun can be had. It’s just a backdrop for the rest of your life. It’s a place to work and a place to live while making other plans. Home is boring.

Look: I don’t know where you live. But I grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio. I thought it was the worst. I couldn’t understand why my parents had decided to live there. It was close to nothing. It didn’t have anything to do. And the people were boring. I hated it. So I left and I traveled the world.

Now, I’m settled in Washington DC, and whenever I go back to Cincinnati, I have a blast. There’s a ton to do there. There are great bars, great museums, amazing music, incredible views, and a ton of cool outdoor activities. And the people are all really interesting.

The reason it was boring was because I was stuck in my hometown bubble, and I had to leave it for the bubble to pop. Not every place can be everything to you. Some will be better than others. But ultimately, if you want to find the people who are interesting and the spots that are fun, you will.

I’ve found that the best way to do this is to treat the place you’re living as its own destination. Go to the museums. Go to the events. Try and meet new people. Treat it like you’re traveling.

Learn to be alone.

Of course, sometimes going out and doing things at the same level you do when you travel isn’t possible, simply because of money or time constraints. So the second step to being still is to learn to be alone. Learn not to hate your own company. I don’t know you, but my guess is you probably don’t suck all that bad. There are probably people who enjoy being around you. Learn to be one of them.

Get alone with your thoughts. If you need to fit exercise into your day, try walking. Walking doesn’t have the same cardiovascular benefits as running, but it’s still a pretty excellent workout. And, more importantly, it offers you a chance to simply wander around and notice things in your neighborhood. It allows you time to think. And since it’s walking and not running, you’re not going to be thinking about how miserable you feel.

If walking isn’t your thing, just go outside. If you have a porch or balcony, great. If you live near a park, go find a tree to sit under. Read under it. Bring a blanket. Wear shoes that slip off easily. Put down the book occasionally and notice the other people in the park. Smile at them. They’re your neighbors. Don’t check your phone. Leave it at home.

If you’re into meditation, do that. If not, try yoga. At the very least — even if the namaste shit isn’t your thing — you’ll learn to stand on your head like a boss. If that doesn’t work, do anything that teaches you to focus on your breathing and pay attention to your other senses and surroundings. You can do this literally anywhere that isn’t in front of a computer or TV screen, and I promise it’ll help ease the restlessness and wanderlust.

Just find a place to sit, breathe, and take in the world around you the same way you would while traveling. You don’t need to be in motion to be alive.

Meet Jim Hoschek, aka 'Blind Guy'

Jim Hoschek prefers to go by “Blind Guy.” He lost his sight in a surgical accident in 1997, and now, if you just say “hi,” he’s not sure if you’re talking to him, someone else, or if you’re on the phone.

But Blind Guy will be just fine. After his surgical accident, he decided not to sue — even though the average settlement is $26 million — because he said, “I’d still be blind.” The Kansas City native has a great perspective on life and an even better fashion sense. “Hell,” he says, “I look good in everything I wear.”

25 insane rock climbing photos

As far as sports go, few are more picturesque than rock climbing in its many variations.

Anyone anywhere can become a rock climber, as long as they have a mountain or a boulder nearby, and a serious amount of upper body strength. While plenty of climbers stick to indoor gyms, the best-looking rock climbing happens out in nature.

Check out these crazy rock climbing photos from all over the world. Then get out and start climbing yourself.




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Larrabee Beach

Climber Greg Kachmarik on a boulder at Larrabee Beach on the Washington coast. According to photographer Kiliii Fish, this was the “easy” section of the V7-rated route.
Photo: Kiliii Fish

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Smith Rock

Amanda Clark shows off her moves at Smith Rock State Park in Oregon. Smith Rock is one of the most popular sport-climbing sites in the US.
Photo: kikikiliii

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Melchsee-Frutt

This belaying photo was taken in Melchsee-Frutt village in Switzerland. Melchsee-Frutt is actually best known as a ski resort, but it has some sick climbing, too.
Photo: l@mie

Intermission




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Strong women rock climbing in Brazil
by Joshywashington



5
Utah meditation: A climbing trip in photos
by Katie Lambert



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Anja Miller climbs Gold Bar and contemplates her rock climbing approach
by eric warren












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Red Rocks Canyon

Photographer Kiliii Fish snapped this picture of Christine Deyo bouldering a sandstone hueco at Red Rocks Canyon National Conservation Area in Nevada.
Photo: Kiliii Fish

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Red Rocks

Climber Dalton Green makes his way up Red Rocks in Utah.
Photo: Kiliii Fish

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Joshua Tree

Southern California's Joshua Tree National Park is home to thousands of climbing routes up grippy quartz monzonite.

Photo: Mikaku

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Pulpit Tower

Chad Walker free solos (no rope, no protection) Pulpit Tower in Zion during a brief but intense lightning storm.
Photo: Kiliii Fish

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Pedra do Bau

The rock formations of Pedra do Bau are located within the Mantiqueira Mountains, 150 miles or so northwest of Rio de Janeiro.

Photo: Leonardo Pallotta

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Catalonia

Taken in Priorat, a province of Catalonia in Spain. Possibly more “dangling” than “climbing,” but still an incredible picture.
Photo: asventada

Intermission




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What gear do I need to start: Rock climbing
by Katie Lambert




Rock Climbing in Brazil
by Joshywashington



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How I got hooked on rock climbing in Korea
by Bart Schaneman












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Hueco Tanks

This is Patrick Fish Luther bouldering “Diaphonous Sea” in Hueco Tanks, Texas, near El Paso. The area’s known as having some of the best bouldering in the world.
Photo: Susánica Tam

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Queenstown

Queenstown, New Zealand, has some amazing climbing, mountaineering, and canyoneering spots. This was taken just outside the city.
Photo: Stefanos Nikologiannis

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Dobongsan

These climbers are scaling a wall near Dobongsan, a mountain that rises just north of Seoul, South Korea and is part of the larger Bukhansan National Park.
Photo: Andrew Catellier

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Railay Beach

A climber dangles from the 5.12a-rated Burnt Offerings at Ton Sai, Railay, Thailand. Railay is popular among travelers and climbers. The vaunted Thaiwand Wall is shown in the background.
Photo: Maria Ly

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Protection

While a lot of climbers prefer free climbing—such as deep-water soloing or bouldering—it’s much safer, generally, to have at least something connecting you to the rock.
Photo: Max Ross

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Lake Tahoe

This photo by Alan Wong was taken just south of Lake Tahoe in Nevada. The lake is typically known for its skiing and water sports, but it has some killer climbing spots as well.
Photo: Reno Tahoe

Intermission





32 photos that prove goats are the world’s best climbers
by Claire Litton-Cohn



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25 of the world’s hardest mountains to climb [pics]
by Matt Hershberger



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7 spots to rock climb in Oman
by Baxter Jackson












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Red Rock Rendezvous

This one was snapped at the 2008 Red Rock Rendezvous, an annual rock climbing festival held just outside of Vegas.
Photo: Carl A

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Ha Long Bay

This photo captured by Mark Turner was taken in Vietnam’s Ha Long Bay, where limestone formations more famously jut out of the water.
Photo: Mark Turner

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Yangshuo

Photographer Maria Ly took this photo of fellow climber Keller Rinaudo in Yangshuo, China.
Photo: Maria Ly

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Summersville Lake

A great depiction of deep-water soloing, this shot was taken at Summersville Lake in West Virginia.
Photo: Steven Sloan

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The Black Corridor

A climber rappels into the Black Corridor, a popular canyoneering spot at Red Rocks, Utah.
Photo: Caleb Phillips

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Sennen Cove

There's plenty of rewarding climbing in the UK, such as here at Sennen Cove in beautiful Cornwall.
Photo: Doug McNeall

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Sass Pordoi

Sass Pordoi is part of the Dolomites in the Italian Alps and offers incredible hiking, climbing, and skiing.
Photo: Marco Saraceno

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Lake Lucerne

This photo was taken in Uri, Switzerland, at Lake Lucerne.
Photo: Adrian Schiess

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Monkey Face

There is a climber in this picture, ascending Monkey Face, Smith Rock State Park, Oregon. If you squint, you'll see why it’s called Monkey Face.
Photo: Carl A

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Geyikbayırı

A climber reaches for the quickdraw as she lead-climbs some limestone in Geyikbayırı, Turkey.
Photo: Adam Kubalica

Why summer in the Northwest rocks

Photo: Christopher Berry

We have festivals for everyone.

The Oregon Country Fair will both confirm and challenge your idea of hippie festivals. Imagine a community vaudeville act set amongst hundreds of treehouses in the forest and served with gourmet food. When you catch the March Fourth Marching Band, with their acrobatic stilt dancers, you’ll understand the quirky revelry of the Pacific Northwest.

Pickathon, set just outside of Portland, is the eclectic, independent music festival in the woods that will make you wonder why you ever attended music festivals bigger than 3,500 people. And then there’s the Seattle Street Food Festival, with over 100 carts to sample. Summer here will leave your dance-happy self well-fed and damn impressed.

We’re all about local and seasonal.

So many travel stories revolve around meals sourced from a weathered-faced farmer in a magical land (usually Italy), with meals kissed by the Tuscan sun. It’s basically like that here, minus the Tuscan sun.

Expect restaurants to always have a flavorful seasonal option, with meat and vegetables locally sourced. The absurd Portlandia episode where they grill their server about the origin of the meal’s meat is not far from reality.

It’s paradise for cyclists.

By mid-summer I have thighs of steel from my bike habit. Seattle and Portland have made urban biking a priority by installing hundreds of miles of bike lanes, bikeways, and plenty of bike parking. In Portland, it isn’t uncommon to see a double-decker bike jousting or witness people moving apartments on custom-rigged bike trailers.

Nothing demonstrates the love of bikes more than the month of June when Pedalpalooza events overtake the city. The events range from the unexpected, like bike Zumba and unicycle polo, to the adventurous, like midnight mystery rides that promise a surprise route and booze, to the very naked, like the legendary World’s Largest Naked Bike Ride.

We have awesome farmers’ markets (giving away the best samples).

Sampling is a verb and hobby I take seriously, and it doesn’t come any better than at the numerous daily farmers’ markets in the Pacific Northwest. Offers of fresh cheese, homemade Greek yogurt, butter-toffee pieces, Rainier cherries and other stone fruit, and mini-donuts fried to order make nostalgic memories of European markets a distant thought.

Paired with a free sample of locally roasted coffee, a trip to the market on the weekend is like a mini-breakfast before your actual breakfast.

There’s plenty of water to cool off in.

Yesterday afternoon I lounged on a nude beach with naked, bronzed men that would rival Italian beach-goers. Rivers, lakes, creeks, and stories of the “best swimming hole ever!” are the backdrop to my urban summer living.

Last week I pursued a rumor of natural water slides, a set of river rocks covered in moss with a gentle current to push you down the river. After an hour’s drive and a short hike alongside old-growth forests, I found them.

When a friend invites me over for drinks on her houseboat, I know I’ll be jumping off the boat before our second beer is finished. My summer swimming options don’t include chlorine.

There are endless outdoor dining options.

My favorite Thailand travel moments were meals eaten on small plastic stools on the roadside. Portland eschews stools in favor of picnic benches, but the same al fresco dining experience defines the summer months.

The range of international fare keeps my Stateside self satiated too. A new Russian food cart just opened featuring $1 desert blinis, but it’ll have to compete with all the others selling crepes, Belgian fries, empanadas, and fresh Thai spring rolls.

We have stunning and insanely diverse natural beauty.

The Pacific Northwest is home to active volcanoes, a temperate rainforest, islands, high desert, and natural hot springs. Among it all are so many outdoor adventure opportunities — kayaking, camping, hiking, summer skiing, mountain biking, surfing, rock climbing — that planning a summer event with all my friends in attendance is impossible. Someone will always be missing because nature’s abundance is impossible to resist here. I can drive three hours east and stargaze in the high desert, or go 1.5 hours west to hike sand dunes and spruce forests by day and camp on the beach by night.

And when I’m really feeling the urge to dust off my passport, Canada is just a few hours north.

Signs you're from the TX Panhandle

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1. You wore a giant mum to Homecoming.

They’re not just big corsages. They’re like nothing you’ve ever seen.

Weeks, perhaps months, before your high school’s homecoming game, local craft stores and florists start stocking up on Homecoming Mum supplies. Made of flowers, streamers, bells, garlands, more streamers, and anything else you can find in your school colors, these mums are only acceptable if they cover at least half of your body. If ever there was a human version of a peacock, this is it.

2. Some of your teachers didn’t assign homework on Wednesdays.

Because, you know, church. Lots of youth groups meet on Wednesday evenings, so many teachers plan their homework assignments accordingly. #GodAndFootball

3. The four food groups that matter are sirloin, T-bone, rib-eye, and chicken-fried.

The Beef Council ran ads in the ’90s featuring sexy-voiced Robert Mitchum proclaiming to the rest of the country what we all knew as gospel: “Beef. It’s what’s for dinner.”

4. You call June 19 “Juneteenth.”

Abraham Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation, which freed slaves across the US, became effective on January 1, 1863. Unfortunately, no one told Texas. It wasn’t until June 19, 1865 — two-and-a-half years later — when Major General Gordon Granger landed in Galveston with his Union soldiers, that news spread that the war was over and the slaves were freed.

I can imagine a lot of people were thrilled with the news, though also a little pissed to be the last ones to find out. Juneteenth is now a state holiday.

5. You learned the Cotton-Eyed Joe and the Texas Two-Step in junior-high phys ed and Texas history classes.

Our school went a step further and had a performance at a local ranching heritage center, where members of the public came and watched us perform. I like to remember it like a Hayley Mills movie.

6. You think all the other states’ flags look alike.

Seriously, with the exception of New Mexico, aren’t they all blue fields with some kind of seal in the middle? You also know by heart the pledge to the Texas flag.

7. You have a jar of pickled okra in your fridge.

Okra preparations in order of importance: fried, pickled, and fried next to a serving of chicken-fried steak. Once a year we put it in gumbo, but only when we’re “cooking international” for Mardi Gras.

8. You know there are several types of tortillas.

When I married my husband, he was under the impression that a tortilla was a tortilla. No, my poor, sweet, unfortunate man-who-was-born-in-one-of-the-middle-states. There are flour and corn tortillas, and the corn come in white or yellow. The flour ones come in different sizes. The whole-wheat ones are for health nuts, and the “wraps” are for weirdos on the East Coast.

9. You know how to put a horny toad to sleep.

Every Texan child raised in the ’70s and ’80s knew that if you caught a horny toad (also called a horned toad) and rubbed its belly, it’d fall asleep. Actually, sleep might not be the medical term. Fear-induced coma might be more appropriate. Still, good times!

(Unfortunately, this is a skill young Texans aren’t learning because of dwindling horned-toad populations. Find out about that here.)

10. You’ve experienced spontaneous applause erupt because it started raining.

With an average annual rainfall of 19 inches, we get a little excited when free water falls from the sky. I’ve witnessed strangers in a grocery store collectively begin cheering and clapping when rain began to fall. You go, God!

11. Chances are good you’re used to climbing up into your vehicle.

Ever seen a cowboy in a Prius? Me neither.

12. When ordering a soft drink you ask for a “Coke,” then wait for the server to ask which kind.

Dr. Pepper, Sprite, or Pepsi — whatever kind of soft drink you want, it’s called a Coke. Chances are good, too, it’ll be no smaller than 147oz.

13. You find yourself earnestly repeating Texas Tourism Board and Highway Department slogans.

Such as: “Texas, It’s Like a Whole Other Country,” “Don’t Mess With Texas,” and of course, “Everything’s Bigger in Texas.”

Because they’re true.

14. You’ve made at least one craft out of a cotton boll.

The hard, dried leaves of a cotton boll make perfect crafting materials. In my house alone, I have angel Christmas-tree ornaments, a wreath, and a full nativity set.

How to turn 'place' into 'home'

Photo: Hans Veneman

My skin crawls beneath the chemical-stiff caress of new sheets as I lie in the creaky used bed I bought on Craigslist this afternoon. Next week I’m starting medical school, here in the odd city of Cleveland.

It only took me 12 hours to trundle my way here from Boston in a rickety U-Haul truck, and for all the similarities of these small, cold, snowy Northern cities, I expected to feel more at home here. But it’s the little details that raise the hair on the back of my neck: the moldering, bricked-in buildings, the sidewalks devoid of people, the absence of streetlights. Where the hell is everybody? I find myself wondering.

Yesterday in the checkout line at the Cleveland Heights Dave’s Supermarket, a wizened old lady crept up behind me and probed my face with her sharp, bright little eyes. I smiled, happy to meet one of my friendly, new Midwest neighbors.

“The Lord talked to me today, you know!” she thundered, yanking a yellow pamphlet from her purse and waving it in my face.

I smiled awkwardly as she ranted about her visions, scuttling out the door as soon as my groceries were paid for. Back in my empty apartment, I can still see her glassy eyes feverishly rolling in her head. I can’t imagine ever feeling at home in this place, with these people.

But as a traveler and writer, I’ve learned there’s a timeline to these things. Even though I feel alienated and disoriented now, I know the path to normalization. It’s similar to experiencing a breakup for the fourth or fifth time — though the feelings are still as poignant as ever, you know you’ll eventually return to clarity because you’ve gone through it so many times before. Sometimes you just need to hang on for the ride. There’s no way to push things forward; you just have to take a deep breath and experience those feelings until they pass. Until they do, you trust in the timeline and learn to make the best of what’s in front of you.

The wood floor creaks and echoes as my little cat, Beau, makes her hesitant way through my near-empty apartment. My paltry belongings are huddled in the corner of the cavernous living room with no hope of filling the space. Ominous, metallic scrabbling noises drift through the window, rising eerily over the whirring of the fan.

I creep to the window and peer out at the large, shuffling mass wriggling around in the dumpster. Raccoon. I shut the window.

I think back to all the places I used to call home — New York, Germany, Stockholm, Ethiopia. I remember the thrill of waking up in a brand new place, of seeing the world with fresh eyes. I feel nostalgic for the freedom, independence, and power I gained from those adventures. My present life feels small and washed out, boxed in by comparison. Was all of that adventure really building up to this — four years in some rotting glorified suburb?

On bitterly nostalgic nights like this one, I’ll often dust off an old journal, looking for a stronger fix of warm, glowing memories. This is when reality sets in.

I’ve been here for 17 days, and I keep waiting for my spirits to lift. (Stockholm, Sweden, 2006)

I’m constantly looking at my time here as some sort of ordeal or test of will or strength or something that I have to endure, and I’m not really even sure why. (Leipzig, Germany, 2009)

As I move through each journal, the picture gradually changes. Isolation and depression give way to wild escape fantasies, grudging acceptance of my fate, distraction with work, but eventually happiness and connectedness. Ultimately, I feel sadness when I leave. And then the cycle begins again.

The best thing about this awareness is that it points a way out of the dark. If you know the timeline, you know the things that catalyze movement along its path.

I remember drinking a cup of Earl Grey tea in my favorite chipped red-and-white mug, staring out the window into a gloomy Stockholm winter and feeling oddly cozy for the first time in a while. I remember the smell of my favorite old sweatshirt, rolled up in a ball next to me inside my tent in Ethiopia, comforting me as I drifted off to sleep. I remember reluctantly joining my classmates for a birthday party in Berlin — that weekend catalyzed the development of several hilarious, slightly manic friendships that ultimately made it so difficult to leave.

Happiness follows from establishing a framework of home that you’re able to recreate wherever you go. It’s intangible, something born of the right combination of a few constant, familiar things.

* * *

I’ve been in Cleveland for two weeks now. I’m sipping a steaming cup of Earl Grey at my desk; Beau is contently snuggled in my lap.

A few minutes ago, I noticed movement on the giant, leafy tree right outside my window. It was the raccoon again, shimmying down the tree trunk. This time, her three babies were with her — fat little fur balls clumsily dropping from branch to branch.

A moment later, the musty, electric smell of summer rain began to waft through my window. The soft pattering is growing louder now, thundering down on the rusted metal surface of my balcony. The sky is backlit, pearly grey in late afternoon, catching on the heavy spray of water as it flicks off green oval leaves on its way down. When I press my face close to the window screen, I feel as though I’m inside a tree myself, looking out through the dense, verdant canopy surrounding me on all sides. Safe, and starting to feel at home.

10 signs you’re still a tourist in Paris

Photo: Andrea Diener

1. You complain about the price of coffee.

It’s one of the best-kept secrets among Parisian cafés: The price of coffee depends entirely on where it’s consumed. Is the coffee worth more because you’re enjoying it with the sun on your face? You’re damn right it is. Think of the premium as a rental fee. You own that quaint little table for as long as your ass occupies the equally adorable wicker chair.

2. You smile at strangers on the street.

By North American standards, a smile is a simple act of complicity. In Paris, it’s a surefire way to be labeled “crazy.”

The French aren’t known for their friendliness, their affections typically reserved for their inner circle. In fact, the city of Paris recently hired “smile ambassadors” to put tourists at ease. But if you’re feeling brave, flash a smile at the next passerby. I promise she’ll clutch her handbag a little tighter.

3. You’ve muttered the phrase “Oh, any wine will do.”

The moment these words leave your lips, utensils clatter to the floor, glasses shatter, other diners turn to stare. You have made the ultimate faux pas.

Wine is the subject of passionate debate in France, and complete ignorance is simply not acceptable. Learn the basics and develop a preference for Sancerre, Bourgogne, anything but the “new Beaujolais,” which is a nationwide joke.

4. You’ve asked a waiter for a “map of the desert” instead of the dessert menu.

Ah, pronunciation. Just when you think you’ve mastered a language, the slightest slip of the tongue can give you away. That pesky double s is the difference between “lowering” and “f@#king.” And let’s not forget ou versus u or ue.

Intended phrase: “I’m running late, can you nab us a spot if the lineup is huge?” Actual phrase: “I’m running late, do you mind waiting in the enormous ass?”

5. You take the stairs in the Abbesses metro stop.

You’re trying to fit in, easily scaling the stairs throughout the city, just like the Parisians. Good for you! Except Abbesses is located 118 feet below ground, thanks to the hilly terrain of Montmartre. While Parisians are a particularly svelte species, even they have limits. Take the elevator. It comes every 30 seconds.

6. You marvel at the lack of child-friendly activities.

The social life of a Parisian child mirrors that of their parents. They spend their weekends at sexually explicit art exhibits, playing with neighborhood dogs at the park, or amusing themselves at wine bars while the adults catch up.

Children understand from a young age that it’s the grownups who call the shots in this world. A different approach to parenting, no doubt, but I have yet to witness a single supermarket meltdown.

7. You fail to say “hello” upon entering a boutique.

A simple “Bonjour, madame/monsieur” is not only customary, it’s essential. Failure to greet the owner or salesperson is the epitome of rudeness. Not that this will guarantee great service — it won’t. But it ensures you don’t become the subject of bitchy gossip amongst the staff once you’ve left.

8. You over-tip service staff.

Waiters, hairdressers, and taxi drivers — all of these professionals earn a livable wage in Paris, and more often than not a service charge has already been added to the bill. If the service is particularly good, round up to the next euro or two. Otherwise, you’ve already paid your way.

9. You’re dressed as though you’ve come from the gym.

Avoid the following at all costs: flip-flops, fanny packs (really?!), functional sneakers, sweatpants, spandex of any kind. Parisians are famous for their effortless style, and while you may never achieve such fashionable heights, do attempt to blend in. It will minimize your risk of becoming a target for pickpockets.

10. You’re capable of patiently waiting in line.

If there’s one universal truth about this city, it’s that Parisians cannot and do not queue. Their time is infinitely more valuable than yours. They will charge the metro doors before others can exit, unapologetically cut the line at the pharmacy, and in the case of administrative buildings, form a throbbing mass of bodies that can only be contained by police.

Either learn to play the game or accept the wait. There is no middle ground.

Shannon Galpin collaborates with Liv

Branded Liv Video from LET MEDIA on Vimeo.

Matador Network is proud to announce that Liv Cycling has launched their latest brand video with Shannon Galpin, Matador Ambassador, and National Geographic ADvneturer of the Year. The video highlights her work in Afghanistan with the women’s cycling team, and gives a sneak peek of the feature length documentary she is producing with Let Media, called Afghan Cycles.

The film is still in production, with a 2016 premiere date. This short video includes never before seen footage of these women riding in Afghanistan, as well as Shannon’s story on becoming the first person to mountain bike in Afghanistan as a way to explore the country, and to challenge the gender barriers that prevents Afghan girls from riding bikes. Now we are seeing the first generation of girls and young women riding bikes as part of the women’s national cycling team, and are watching a revolution unfold as other young girls are learning to ride for the first time.

You can take part by joining Shannon and the Afghan team along with cyclists around the world this Saturday, August 30th, as part of the Global Solidarity Ride. Shannon created Global Solidarity Ride out of her original series of community bike rides, The Panjshir Tour, which started after she began mountain biking in Afghanistan in 2009. Now that Afghan girls are challenging gender barriers associated with mountain biking, the Solidarity Ride has expanded to over 70 rides in 13 countries, with communities riding bikes in solidarity with the Afghan women that dare to ride.

The world's oldest living organisms

As a human, you can probably expect to live for under a hundred years. Those of us who make it beyond the century mark are usually marveled at — but even the oldest of our species hasn’t lived past 122.

There are organisms, on the other hand, that have been in existence for the entirety of human civilization — some much longer than that, like Pando, the aspen-tree colony that has been alive for 80,000 years. Joe Hanson, host of the always-awesome YouTube channel It’s Okay to Be Smart, explains what some of our oldest living organisms on the planet are, and how it is they got to be that way.

Songs for a road trip through the American South [playlist]

Photo: Alabama Shakes

We have set out on a truly impossible task — to create a playlist appropriate for traveling through a region with the most-storied musical history in the world. While the South did not invent music itself, it is the place where traditions of folk, blues, gospel, jazz, and rock n’ roll took hold, deepened their roots, and from there spread all over to become worldwide phenomena.

There’s no way to capture every element of Southern music into this brief playlist — there’s not even a good way to define what “Southern music” is. Not all of this music is even rooted in the South, but we think it would appropriately paint your surroundings with a little more detail, and a little more feeling.

So, whether you’re driving through the Mississippi Delta, or winding through the mountains on the Blue Ridge Parkway, we trust these songs will enrich your journey.

Southern Road Trip by Matador on Grooveshark
1. T.I. ft. Lil Wayne – “Ball”

It’s up for debate as to whether New Orleans is really part of the South — it shares geography and culture, sure, but many consider it to basically be its own little country. Having been settled as a French port long before the expansion of the United States, New Orleans joined this country as a fully formed place with a cultural history already deep and storied. As a result, whole movements in the arts, culinary, and musical traditions pop up and stick around, many times without really leaving the city limits.

Bounce has been a big musical export, thanks to the internet-sparked fame of Big Freedia, the national adoption of correlated dance craze twerking, and also the love of DJ-extraordinaire / proto-anthropologist Diplo, who scored a pretty big hit with “Express Yourself.”

“Ball” is an irresistible track — it combines the relentless, twerk-inspiring energy of Bounce with distinctly Southern hip-hop production. While Bounce, for me, tends to forgo anything resembling a song to get its high-octane energy flowing, this has a little melody in it to cut things up. T.I.’s delivery is masterful; Lil’ Wayne, who tends to phone it in these days, sounds right at home here with his horribly entertaining puns.

– Andrew
2. Alabama Shakes – “On Your Way”

Close your eyes and try and hazard a guess as to when this song was recorded. Sounds like the mid-’60s, a rough soul group early in their career, right? But this album was recorded in Nashville in 2011.

The Alabama Shakes got together while still in high school. If you think they’re too young for the themes they sing about, think again. It’s my belief that this song is about the death of lead singer and guitarist Brittany Howard’s sister, who passed away when she was still a teenager. I’m obsessed with the opening notes, the desperation in Brittany Howard’s voice, and the big payoff in the song’s swooping finale.

– Anne
3. The Everybodyfields – “Leaving Today”

One of my favorite bands of all time, The Everybodyfields were an alt-country duo from Johnson City, Tennessee. They chose to write songs during their saddest moments, and the results are haunting and wounded. This track is probably their least devastating. It manages to transmit the ambience of a dying Southern town, where everyone leaves except for the speaker, until all she has left are her memories.

– Anne
4. The Band – “When You Awake”

Because “The Night They Drove Ole’ Dixie Down” seems a little obvious, I went with another track off their self-titled second album. The Band, who famously got their start backing up singers like Ronnie Hawkins, and then a slightly more-well-known one named Bob Dylan, were not just five incredible musicians — they were American musical archivists of sorts, and sound like they could land in any era of American history.

This song in particular feels like it could have been sung at a Civil War campfire, or onstage at Woodstock. Despite having an authentic Southerner in Levon Helm, The Band were actually a group of outsiders obsessed with the history of the South — the other four were all from Canada.

– Andrew
5. Bessie Smith – “Backwater Blues”

There’s quite simply a whole lot of history in the American South that goes beyond comprehension — the kinds of things that can only be understood through art. Bessie Smith tells a tale of a bad rain that displaces an entire group of people, but she could have just as easily been narrating the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.

Smith also took part in another 20th-century African-American Southern tradition — she left, moving to Philadelphia to pursue her singing, before dying tragically in a car accident at the age of 43.

– Andrew
6. Outkast – “Rosa Parks”

This song takes me back to 7th grade, when I first watched the music video on MTV for Total Request Live. The deliciously manic energy the song exudes certainly grabbed me back then — but I appreciate it so much more now that I’m older. There’s a lot going on here, and tons of musical subtleties to be dug up in the production, things that are lost on the average pre-pubescent, suburban white boy.

Between Big Boi’s unmistakable drawl, the eponymous subject (who seems to matter little in terms of the lyrical content), a harmonica solo that sounds like it was recorded on a street corner, and a stomping beat that could be played by the second line on Mardi Gras in New Orleans — this is one of Outkast’s most certain nods to its roots in the group’s hometown of Atlanta.

– Andrew
7. Wanda Jackson – “Funnel of Love”

When I look at pictures of my mom from the 1960s, I can’t help but hear this song. There she is, all dressed up, her hair done, her face soft and innocent. But there’s something a little defiant about her gaze. The portraits were taken in her small West Virginia town, and she looks ready to break free and move to the nearest big city, which in her case was Washington, DC.

Wanda Jackson was a contemporary of Loretta Lynn and other country greats, and despite the fact that she’s less well known, she’s my favorite of her era. Called the “queen of rockabilly,” Jackson performed spooky songs that feel more punk rock than the apple pie and America of modern country music.

– Anne
8. Sweet Honey in the Rock – “Somebody Has Prayed Me Over”

Is there any musical genre more pure than the spiritual? Nothing goes from my ears to my heart faster than these old-time songs, widely popularized by African-American congregations in the South. Sweet Honey in the Rock is an all-woman a cappella ensemble based in DC. Their beautiful arrangements are deeply steeped in Southern musical traditions.

Particularly interested in social justice, the group has sung about human rights abuses in Central America and gun violence in the inner city. But I think they’re at their strongest when focusing their incredible vocal power on simple songs like this one.

– Anne
9. The Dixie Chicks – “Top of the World”

The lyrics, “I wished I was stronger, I wished I was smarter / I wished I loved Jesus, the way my wife does,” sung from the perspective of a dying old man, just destroys me every time. It reminds me of many of the men in my family. Especially one of my uncles, named after a Civil War general, who looks more Cherokee than good old boy, and who always responded to my little kid questions with half-answers and grunts. I never knew how to read him, but this song, performed by an all-female group of country crossover superstars, offers a lot of insight and even more compassion.

– Anne
10. Lucinda Williams – “Lake Charles”

Lucinda Williams is an artist who merits repeated listening — the stories she tells through song have so many tiny details, there’s no way you could get them all at once. Her music grows only better with age, the same way she did, scoring her biggest hit with “Car Wheels on a Gravel Road” when she was in her late 40s.

This song, though, is an instant pleasure, and one of her most effortlessly enjoyable. Using just three chords, a regionally appropriate accordion player, and lyrics that hint at something big but never fully reveal what it is, she came up with a song that would sound right at home in The Band. It seems to induce an automatic calming response whenever I turn it on.

– Andrew
11. Pallbearer – “Given to the Grave”

The Deep South is also a simmering hotbed for some of the best metal bands in the country, with the likes of Thou, Eyehategod, and this group, Pallbearer, calling it home.

If you’re willing to give metal a chance, you may be pleasantly surprised. What I love about these bands is that they sound as influenced by blues, classic rock, and Southern rock as they might be by European metal, which tends to lean heavily on elements of classical music. There’s no doubt that these guys, hailing from Little Rock, probably grew up listening to a few Lynyrd Skynrd or Allman Brothers tapes alongside their Metallica. With tasteful guitar solos and a drawn-out, repetitive structure, the band bounces between the metal subgenres of “doom” and “sludge,” terms that tell you everything you need to know about how the music sounds without hearing it for yourself.

In addition to the singer bearing a comfortable resemblance to the blues-leaning Jerry Cantrell, this song also has some beautifully spare instrumental parts that create a brooding atmosphere — and part of a good road trip involves pulling back for a second to take in the whole picture. Pallbearer seem to capture a dark side of the South — these are guys who grew up in the shadow of the West Memphis Three, where wearing all black and listening to heavy metal seemed to be all you needed to get a seat on death row. Pallbearer’s commitment to their craft in the face of that legacy adds layers of depth to music that’s already brimming with it.

– Andrew