Because not only are they as odious as Oregon, they’re bad for the environment tambien. As we might have suspected. So please don’t be a ding-a-ling and build one of them things. And do read why here in Ling.
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Image Courtesy Zürich Tourism
A funny thing happened on the way to researching my latest story for The Points Guy, about the ins and outs of traveling on two or more passports.
The mechanics of being bi-national are pretty basic. But at least when having that second passport is not something granted by dint of birth but rather sought after and somehow attained, it raises other issues. Isn’t it so darn Yankee-y to focus on what to show where and to whom? Of course, that’s important: you wanna move across borders you gotta follow some rules.
But then there is the psychological aspect of official duality or plurality, and the emotional. When I hold the passport of That Other Nationality in hand, or show it to a customs officer smiling or sullen, am I saying goodbye to one person and becoming another? And which one do I want to be? Which would you choose if you had to, and if you knew that there was no going back? Etc.
Photo Courtesy Sony Pictures Classics.
In the summer of 1987 I spent a number of weeks at an artist’s stone-walled villa on the shore of Lago di Bracciano, a volcanic lake outside Rome.
You must understand that that world no longer exists. Except for maybe in video.
To be continued
But travel isn’t always pretty.
In the travel and hospitality industries there are certain observations that are chiefly expressed over drinks among colleagues or in other closed quarters: things like “the French are lousy tippers,” “Israelis are pushy” or “Americans are loud.” And while such findings may contain some elements of truth, does it mean brand-appropriate reaction to them can veer into actual discrimination?
I recall vividly the first time I saw Casablanca (no, not that Casablanca, the real Casablanca) because it was from the deck of a ship and all I could see was the tall minaret of the Hassan II Mosque rising like a silent falcon above the choppy Atlantic, ribbon of green tile at the top.
A beacon of promise and an invitation to the unknown.
Now, more is known. Look.