I’d Like to Teleport Myself Back to Canada, Please!

Posted on June 26, 2013 by The Roaming Bean in International Travels // 4 Comments

As I sit here at home, baking in the wretched California heat, I find myself wishing I were in cooler climates. I am also desperately yearning to be on the road again, so I do what any other person stuck in wanderlust thoughts would do and torture myself by looking through travel photos.

Last year at this time, I was in Canada; it’s crazy to think that was a year ago, and I definitely fell in love with the tiny town of Banff. So when I came across my photos of my trip up Sulphur Mountain, I instantly wanted to teleport myself on top of the cold, snowy mountain. Now, I obviously cannot teleport myself, so instead, I’ll just blast the A/C in the house while staring at my photos….

Hmmfff….

Sulphur Mountain, Banff
Sulphur Mountain, Banff

Sulphur Mountain, Banff

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You're probably wondering what the heck is a "Roaming Bean"... Given that I am clearly not a Bean, and my name is Jen, what gives with this Bean thing, right? A friend of mine called me JenBean as a child, and it kinda stuck. Actually, it really stuck... even my license plate says Jenbean. And seeing as I have this grand lust to wander the world, The Roaming Bean seemed suitable. I've changed my career path more times than I have my underwear (minus all the times I've gone commando).... from animating, to forensic pathology, to international business, to fashion marketing and even to my wonderful and favorite of the bunch, degree in culinary arts, nothing kept my attention. Nothing was fun enough to do every day for the rest of my life. I mean, even though I cooked for celebrities in the heart of Hollywood, CA, why the hell would I want to sweat my ass off in a ridiculously HOT kitchen for most of the day and go home smelling like beef and onions? And the chef hat?? Do you know what that did to my hair?? Enter traveling.... The rainy day I descended down the tower of Notre Dame in Paris, gripping on to the railing for dear life so not to slip and tumble to an early death from the torrential down pour that was causing a small flood in the stairwell, my life changed. When I safely made it to the ground, legs shaky from an apparent lack of fitness it requires to walk up and down 387 steep stairs, I realized my hands were stained a delightful copper color from the rusted hand rail I had so dearly clung to. Desperate to get the icky stuff off my supple hands, and no running water in sight, I did what any other hopeless idiot would have done: I washed my hands in the nearest Parisian gutter. It was that moment that changed my life... I threw away my hair dryer, my rolling luggage and my dignity. I let my hair go natural, I bought a back pack and I CAMPED through Europe for a month and a half. Yes my friends, I crossed over into a savage traveling beast. Ok, a lot of people travel that way. But I didn't. And I'm so incredibly thankful for that rainy day in Paris that made me realize the world is a pretty sweet place. That realization led me on a quest; a quest to get out there, see things, soak up some local culture and eat my way around the world (with minimal food-related illnesses, such as but not limited to raging diarrhea).

4 Comments on I’d Like to Teleport Myself Back to Canada, Please!

  1. Tanner Hawryluk // June 26, 2013 at 1:39 pm // Reply

    Banff is definitely a beautiful place! I live so close and I know I dont appreciate it enough. Where are you originally from?

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