Sunday, June 06, 2010

Let's try 20 days first!






Brazilians (South Americans in general) are in better health and shape than North Americans. They don't even go to the gym, they walk. Here one enjoys good food, enriched with flavor and at times, food is fried, but where's the obesity?! They drink beer as much as we do, but where are the beer bellies? I will start a new blog learning their daily food, diet and health. To learn what are they doing that we are not!


Bare in mind, this is not personal attack against anyone, if there's anything personal about this journey, it's me! I put myself in the middle of this war. Over the years, I have traveled to many places in the world and for some reason, strange or otherwise, I tend to loose weight more than I could in the America. I keep asking myself why and how do I maintain the (at the time) weight I have lost? This is tough thing to answer and I know that I will not able to simplify this in one sentence or just in one day. I will abandon things that I know that are truly unhealthy for me!! But, I will learn to find ways to replace them with other flavorful and healthier alternatives.



As of today, June 7th, 2010, I will walk an average of 4.8 km, which is about 3 miles everyday. I must walk after dinner meals and/before going to bed. During my last 20 days left in this country. I will follow some difficult but yet simple rules:


I can't have the following:


  1. Beer

  2. Fast Food

  3. Potato Chips (even if it's fat free)

  4. French Fries (even they're cooked in Extra Virgin Olive Oil)


I will not seek your:


  1. support

  2. understanding

  3. reasoning

  4. approval


I ask that you don't


  1. break me away from what I am doing

  2. offering me beer

  3. offering me just one french fry

  4. give me your negativity


You, if you like:


  1. take a walk with me

  2. give me your opinion on this issue

  3. tell me your experience when dealing with foods overseas?

  4. What are other countries doing that we aren't doing?

Saturday, June 05, 2010




free yourself from mid-aged crisis!





I don't even know why its called Business Traveling. It should be known as going somewhere only to speak and think and compare to what you have back home and how things are less superior to your standards. Still, is there another name of this kind of traveling? Currently, I am in São Paulo, Brazil. I spent over a month in Buenos Aires, Argentina with a group of guys that well not of them, but lack any desire to know the countries or cities that they are in. They are looking for familiar places, which they still fail to understand that they will not find. They refuse to accept the standards of living that our South American friends live and enjoy.
With only a few hours before I need to get some sleep, I pride myself by going outside and walking around the city, without thinking about it, a menu is provided not in English. Though, they are maybe some words I am not used to hearing or seeing, but asking is usually one way to adapt to one's surroundings. So you would think! If I am luck, I usually go alone, in order to feel the culture and its people and truly enjoy the foods and different drinks presented. Most of the times, I am trapped into an one meal ticket with my group of tech guys who (again, not all of them) must insist that the shopping center in their small town in Middle America is far more superior and has more choices than in South America. Everyone somewhat agrees, while I remain silent on the matter. I not trying to bring out the Che Guevara in me, I sit back and enjoy my sip of wine and fine tasting meat dishes.

They have no desire to try or explore! I am left with my own thoughts, dreaming and thinking of my friends of the La Legione di Resistenza group. Knowing that if they were with me, many streets and buildings would be known and explored. We would have already made friends with locals and enjoying the healthy outlook on life. Instead, I am left with middle-aged men in crisis.

As I said many times before, I don't believe in mid-life crisis. I believe that some people choose to live a certain way, because its safe doing so. Doing the safe thing allows others not to interfere in your life, not worry what you are doing, where you going and who are your friends and speculate about where your life is going or what poor choices you made for yourself. When you don't live up to those standards, you must handle the stress of dealing with questions on top of more questions, and shit that sounds like the last fucking set of questions. You must learn on to get ready to be interviewed and reviewed and finally given your assessment to the questions you provided. Still in the end, you failed to meet up to their standards. Even though, you ain't fucking asking for their approval. They have already wrote out your own auto-biography on how your life was and is and will be, the end! After your auto-biography is written, sold and placed on bookshelf. You could barely have time to read the preface of this great piece of literature with its handsome book cover and the choices of color for the background and oh yeah, you won't be getting any type of residuals for the book either.



By now, I got myself back in order and my stress level has calmed down. I can breath easily now, my skin feels smooth and my neck doesn't feel stiff. Though, I still have to remind myself that I am here on business, but after work, is my free time. I need to use that wisely and as often as I can. Its my time.


Sunday, April 18, 2010

Stop the Racial Cash In Gambling



Typical Saturday night, I am out having few drinks with friends at the local bar. I got a text message about a party near by. “why not?” I said. After having few more beers, my friends and I took off. We get to the party and immediately my friend who invited me yelled out my name and I along with my friends were introduced to a group of people from all over the world. The majority in the home were from France. Even with the unique majority of French speakers at this house party, there were a few Americans there as well. I forgot to mention that the theme of this party was a swimming party, if you will?! We were led into the back yard, where other people must have had sometime jumping in and out of the pool. One girl in the group convinced my friend to just jump into the pool with her fully clothed. I was told I was next, but it never happened. And yes I can swim!


With such diverse group of people, ranging from different cultures, races, language, religions, etc, the conversation was light-hearted, friendly and refreshing. We asked each other questions and took the answer with face value and not really going with a following up question, which usually turns into an interview rather than getting to know one another.


Later, a young man stepped into the scene, as he said “hola, que tal?” which I assumed that he must be from Spain or somewhere else, I'll let him state the fact. After rounds of introductions, he and I learned that we were both Americans (in the current setting) and the light-hearted talks turned 'Strange!' He quickly told me that he was for Human Rights (you think anyone would) and he was a member of a Arizona State University's club, which promotes Human Rights and Racial Tolerance (he didn't invite me to join or meet with this group.) I just smiled and “that's cool” response. He then proceeded to tell me that the world would have been better if it weren't for the White Man (I coughed wanting to say bullshit). . . . I just nodded and kept trying to focus on other conversations near by. Oh by the way, he was white! Maybe 30 minutes went by and he saw that I and another person were talking about the situation of the Volcanic ash that has covered most of Europe and how distressed she was that she was not able to go back home anytime soon. The young man (let's call him Eric) then told a story on how he wants to make it legal for his sister to marry with her partner and that he stood up for Gay Rights! After his Microsoft Power Point presentation, he asked me if where I stood on this issue or if I was gay or bi . . (and he left the last category out, not wanting to appear intolerant).


Wow! This guy was tying to cash in his diversity card! I kindly (as always) informed that I was not gay, or bi. Soon, after learning that I was not going be cashed in to his fight for his sister's right to marry, etc. He quickly turned to informed that he was straight and his infinity for women and of course the sexual escapades began to dominate the conversation. In any case, I had to inform him that I was at a party and speaking with everyone and I was having (literally) a good time. At this point, he seemed disappointed, because he was hoping to cash in and hit the lottery. Let's examine how he could have had a big win on the Diversity Gamble Cash in:


  1. a party hosted by international students=20 points

  2. a European female not being able to return home due to natural disaster=40 points

  3. I, an African-American at a party (and I was the only one)=50 points

  4. His tolerance for racial diversity=75 points

  5. His fight for gay rights and marriage=80 points


His gambling Lost:

  1. no one was interested in his state of the union -200 points

  2. the conversations were nothing related to what he inserted -100 points

  3. I nor anyone else happened to be gay or bi-sexual -200 points



Let me put simply this way. If you are a person who truly believes in racial harmony, diversity, tolerance of different religions, political view points, women's rights, gay rights or freedom for all. First, you have to calm down! Your tolerance only will be reflected if you just be yourself! Making friends and becoming a good and a true friend are the first steps to the world of diversity and tolerance on any level. Listen and don't assume! Now, we are all guilty for the lack of diversity and tolerance, etc. We are all racists, homophobes, sexists, bigots and at times extremists. This be a shock to many of you who cash in Diversity and tolerance, but you are being watched and under surveillance. Just simply walking up to a person who is different from you or you assuming to be different from you doesn't mean you are an example of tolerance and diversity.

Recently, I had a former friend who couldn't get over the fact that I wasn't like other black people and that I was a good example for other black men. I stopped to tell him that I was not a good example for other black men! In fact, I am an example of other good black men, like my father! I wasn't solely raised by black people and I was not raised to be like white people either, my influences are from all walks of life. And too, I informed him that like I tell many others, if you want to find the stereotype, you will! Because, you have already determined that on how one's race will be behave. Or, if you don't find the stereotype, then you will feel that you are being lied to or you suddenly can't trust what is presented in front of you. People of different backgrounds want to be respected not interviewed or used as a study for racists agendas or racial profiling. Calm down and take a deep breath, we are here on this one planet.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

La Legione di Resistenza, we have failed!

going..........gone!

It was almost two years ago that I was able to travel to South America with my friends, Attila, Don Julio, John Howard and Sam Haffner. Two years ago! In travel man's time, that almost a century ago! I failed to live up to my own standards and thus I have failed you. I failed because I have taken on more debt that I don't or didn't need. I acquired more stuff to live by and as much as I felt I was being indifferent from everyone else, I wanted to be accepted. Being accepted is a natural way of being human and its only natural that I wanted to be closer to the people I can truly call, friends. Even with the close friends I have made, its time for me to be honest. Over the years, I have made a life for myself, of being always single, available for the next journey and while I am not going “on world traveling” I ride my bike around town, even in the 115 degree heat. In short, I must leave. My good friend, Attila left less than a day ago for Ecuador. His return at this moment is unknown. I want to relive that feeling of moving along in the world without time or will to return home. I want, however to travel back to South America and teach English. The journey that I have planned out will be first going to Colombia. From Colombia to Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia and Argentina. After Argentina, I will move over to Montevideo, Uruguay. There, I will spend a great time not only teaching English, but traveling around this small country and visiting small towns along the southern coast of Brazil.

La Legione di Resistenza is not about a history about me or what my friends or what we accomplished once before. We are making history, which I want you to be a part of. This is about the life of who we are! As much as I have shared many of my pictures and blogs entries of travels and adventures; simply not traveling and being here is not enough for who we are as travelers. Just recently, I tried to apply for a position with STA travel as a Travel Expert. I felt that this position would be perfect for a person like myself and the idea of helping others to pursue the passion of traveling would be far rewarding. Sadly, I somehow did not meet to their criteria. It bummed me out a bit, but I had to realize something that I have known for a long, long, long time that no company, can give you the freedom that traveling can. I have worked for airlines, hotels, lodges, resorts and many so-called places of leisure; to only find myself trapped working behind a desk or taking food up elevators and having credit cards thrown at me and not having any manager approving my time to sejourn away from work.

This travel journey, my friends have been planned since I was as young as 8 years old. I am glad to have you all as my friends and somehow I knew that one day, I would meet special people like you all. Even our friendship and the bound we share, I knew even back then, that money would be a factor into the matter. Even with or without money, the passion of going on travel adventures will never stop. Its not the travel bug, its my life! As much as, I want to have many of you to come along with me and I believe some of you will, but the sad truth is many aren't able to come along for various of reasons. Even with these real-life realities, I still ask you to give yourself a chance and go and try it out. I cannot be that person who works more than 9 to 5 or working four ten hour shifts or worry about the rumors and gossip or who's doing who and what you have heard, which I will admit, I have enjoyed the DL of gossip at times. But after seeing good people being fired for stupid reasons and watching their lives being destroyed by not having another job, or having the unemployment office denying their benefits, its just made me beyond angry and frustrated but sad to know that these good people deserve better in life. Soon, I will become one of these people. I too will soon loose my job due to circumstances beyond my control.

La Legione di Resistenza, we must get back to our roots! We cannot continue to feed the work-machine! We cannot be measured or judged by work-managerial metrics! We are free to wander and experience the vast nature of this world. We are language, we are culture and new friends await for us. Why are we wasting time? 6 months to a year, let's meet at the summit and make new journeys and adventures. I await for your reply.

La Legione di Resistenza