Sad, fascinating article about a man whose life and feeling of self-worth was overturned like so many others by the economic downturn. And so he decided to walk from Seattle to Brazil, hoping to arrive before the 2014 World Cup.
I’m always fascinated by these articles about people who can just cut ties to basically everything in their life and just go on these quests. I love reading these tales because this is pretty much the opposite of me. I’ve always been responsible to something, be it school, or a job, or a mortgage, or a family that I could not fathom risking/discarding it to go on an epic quest. There is a romanticism about that freedom, I think, that could never live up to the reality of it (read the article for a concrete example of this).
Anyway, give the article a look. I think you will enjoy it.
Two weeks before Richard Swanson started dribbling a soccer ball to Brazil, his friends toasted him with a boot of dark wheat beer at his favorite German pub. Die Bierstube is in Seattle’s Roosevelt neighborhood,1 near the University of Washington. It sits on a street lined with yoga studios, Pilates studios, a nonprofit no-kill animal rescue, and a center for healing arts that offers classes in Feldenkrais, Chi Kung, dance, interplay, Tui Na, yoga, and transformational breathing. The East West Bookshop, a block north of the tavern, sells crystals, incense, and hardcovers with titles like Buddhist Boot Camp, How to Meditate, and Breaking the Habit of Being Yourself.