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Month: March 2024

An Evolving Approach to Travel

My Mexico City trip last week was the continuation of a travel experiment that has now spanned five destinations over the past couple of years. That experiment has meant spending a longer time in a single place, at least a week, and acting a bit more like I live there rather than just visiting. I’m ready to take this travel approach to the next level, which will mean traveling with other people again. Perhaps it will happen this summer as I have a few ideas turning over in my mind now that I’ve started going to new places again. Unfortunately many of my friends still have more typical corporate work schedules. Come on guys, get with the program.

I also ceded more planning control over this trip than any I’ve taken since I was a child. This was a new experiment in delegation. I did not meet my own high standards in this effort, mainly because I failed to give sufficiently clear instructions. In any event, I’ll learn from it, recalibrate, and do better on my next trip as I find the right balance between delegating and doing things myself. The pendulum is definitely going to swing back towards me being more involved next time. That habit is going to be as enduring as my habit of walking excessive distances when I travel, a habit to which my family can attest citing multiple examples. As for what and when that next time will be, suggestions are welcome. What off-the-wall destinations should I consider in the coming months?

Mexico City as Foodie Haven

I’m spending this week exploring Mexico City. After several years of not visiting any new foreign places, I decided to change that. I’m doing some of the standard tourist activities (I’ll be touring the National Museum of Anthropology when this newsletter goes out), but I’m leaning hard into the food scene of the city. Americanized Mexican food is not my first or second or third or fourth choice, so that may come as a surprise to those who know me well, but there are different options here and I’ve been able to avoid excessive spiciness and cilantro thus far.

I have not yet booked any cooking classes for this trip. Part of me now thinks I should as I gained a much deeper appreciation for empanadas after cooking them in Buenos Aires and I could use the same for tacos. I’ve already been on one food tour and have another scheduled in a different neighborhood tomorrow. That first food tour was a bit avant garde for me (though it was in the Roma neighborhood famous for being just that) and the simplest dishes were my favorites.

I’ve breakfasted in my hotel almost every morning for convenience and there’s not much to say about that. Lunch has been a mix of things. Yesterday’s lunch was my most adventurous experience yet as I ate at a place inside one of the large open air markets. I was disappointed in what I actually ordered, but that was due to a faulty memory from the day before more than the rustiness in my Spanish.

I’ve eaten at a nice restaurant every night. I’ve largely abstained from alcohol and have opted for an appetizer instead. This means I’ve had a ceviche or a crudo at every place. These are foods I cannot get at home and that the rest of my immediate family don’t like, but I enjoy fish and I love citrus. There is also a magic to the way each bite of a well-constructed crudo hits your mouth with several flavors all at once. Just don’t expect a tremendous quantity of food should you order one the next time you see it on a menu.

The most glaring “problem” about these restaurants is the amount of English spoken by the other diners. Perhaps this is because I’ve largely kept to my normal eating schedule and so eat earlier than most of the locals, but it seems like the restaurants largely exist to serve American tourists and ex-pats. That takes away some of the fun even if the quirkiness of some of the buildings means these restaurants don’t suffer from the sameness that infects restaurants back home. Take nothing away from the food, though. The food has been great.

Choosing to be Humbled

Tango is the only dance I’ve ever tried to learn. It is also one of the more difficult dances to learn as it is entirely improvised within certain limits. It is an activity with which I have a longer personal backstory given where I was in life the first time I visited Buenos Aires and tried it, but that is perhaps a topic for a different week.

On my more recent trip to Argentina, I actually took lessons once or twice per day for the three weeks I stayed in Buenos Aires after the dove shoot in the north. There were even some group classes in Spanish and a very fun night with that group during which we went dancing together and then had a very late dinner in the heart of the city. I didn’t publish anything about those lessons at the time, though I did take copious notes for a potential writing project that has since collected metaphorical dust on my hard drive.

One of the last things I did on that trip was to purchase a pair of dance shoes. It was a pre-commitment to make myself fall victim to the sunk cost fallacy so that I’d keep up the activity. It didn’t work that way as life took its twists and turns (during 2023 especially), but as I was looking for things to do at the start of 2024 I decided to explore tango locally. For the last couple of months, I’ve been taking group lessons again and attending a few of the other tango events.

Saturday night was the local monthly milonga (social dance), which is about as close as the atmosphere gets to being in Argentina for dancing. Was I any good? Objectively, no. At least I only stepped on one person’s toes. Were there groups of women who refused to even look at me when partners were being formed? Absolutely. Frankly, I was surprised there weren’t more who refused me. If I’d actually been in Buenos Aires, then that is precisely what would’ve happened. It was still frustrating, but it offered a realistic assessment of where my skill level is right now. There is quite a bit of work to get to the point where it can really be fun, but I might just persevere.

The Agony of Narrow Defeat

This weekend, my curling club hosted a bonspiel (tournament) for the members. It wasn’t meant to be a true club championship as there was plenty of encouragement to mix experience levels on teams, but there was still seeding for purposes of the early stages. Though I’ve now been a member of the club for a few years, I still don’t have a deep network of connections and so got left out of the early discussions as teams formed. I put myself on the list of people who would like to join a team, but a few weeks out I just assumed that all spots were full and that I’d miss out. I then received an email from someone I didn’t recognize. Upon hearing that there was room for one more team to sign up, this person had taken the initiative to sign up a team consisting of the first four people on the availability list. And just like that, I had a team and was signed up to play in my first bonspiel.

For those who don’t know, the most common form of curling has four-person teams. Each person throws two consecutive stones. I’ve played every position now and was willing to play any position on this team. As we discovered through a bit of email conversation, I was also the only one of the four of us who had ever played skip (the one who throws last and is akin to the team captain). That meant I got the job. Mind you, I’d only played skip in two games prior to the bonspiel, so I was by far the least experienced skip in the 32-team field. We met about 15 minutes before our first game and jumped straight into it after the shortest of talks about how I planned to play defensively so that we’d stay in the game as long as possible and hopefully not get crushed.

We were the lowest seed in our section of the bracket, which gave us a little bonus power up that I successfully used to tie the game after the fifth end (ends are like innings in baseball only there are 8 in curling the way we were playing). That is not where we expected to be. I thought we’d give up 4 or 5 early and be out of it. Even my last rock had a theoretical chance of tying the game, which surprised everyone in the building. The hypothetical hero shot didn’t work and we lost, but it wasn’t a blowout. We’d exceeded my expectations and had our opponents concerned until almost the very end.

Our second game was the most painful. Both of the first two games were against people I play with or against in my regular Monday league, and I’ve actually won the Monday league playing for both of the skips I was now drawn against. In the second game, we were up by four with two ends to play. Then we narrowly missed a few shots, they made some great shots, and I missed a wide open hit at the end by aiming too wide and we lost by one. We had the game won and let it slip through our hands. Even though I’d now only known my teammates for a few hours in total, I felt terrible for having let them down. At some point I’ll watch the film to analyze the game but it’s still too raw.

The third game was more of the same—narrow misses on multiple shots that would have won the game for us and a bad break when one of the other team’s misses resulted in a tremendous outcome for them and multiple points in the end. Again I had a chance with my final rock and again the effort at a hero shot was unsuccessful. No blowouts, but 0-3 nonetheless.

I still haven’t won a game as skip, but that will change in time. Curling is a different game when you play the back end instead of the front end. I’ve now played all four positions enough to at least attest to that. I’ve gotten to the point where strategy comes into play and that makes the game so much more mentally engaging and fun. Now I’ll spend the rest of this season practicing my technique and skills in preparation for taking another step up in competition in the fall. I’ll probably go down a YouTube rabbit hole on strategy and there are even a few books on the subject too. I enjoy the grind of working to achieve more than basic competence at a skill. To go deeper is to be able to appreciate greatness, and I’d like to have more of both greatness and appreciation in my life.

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