Faraway Files #24

TRAVEL BLOG COMMUNITY

TIME TO GET OUTSIDE

The Norwegians believe that there is no problem that can’t be solved by going outside. Danes put their babies sleep outside. In all kinds of weather. Sweden created allemansrätten or everyman’s right to roam. Outside. All land is open and available to explore and encourage people to get outside. And you will find all of the Scandi’s with faces to the sun when it is out. It’s good for you. Soak it up.

But what does getting outside mean to you? Is it active? Hiking, biking, skiing, surfing? Is it something that makes your heart pump and adrenaline flow? For some it does. The two go hand in hand. For me, it can. But these experiences are more the exception than the rule.

For me, getting outside is a way to restore balance. Fill the buckets. Right the scales. It is contemplative and rejuvenating. It can be that crazy, balls-out, exciting endorphin rush. Sometimes. But mostly, it’s communing. With nature. Or seriously, it’s as simple as a sit on a bench with a view. Vitamin D. Vitamin me. Outside. I need to do it more.

Clearly, the Faraway Files Travel Blog Community has been getting outside lately. There was a clear theme last week with many posts offering ways to get outside for both the adrenaline junkies and the nature communers. Which are you? I’m a little bit country and a little bit rock and roll. Depends on the day. Missed last week’s collection? Check it out here.

READ MORE ABOUT ALLEMANSRÄTTEN : Fall in Sweden | Everyman’s Right to Roam

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Scottish Borders Oregon Girl Around the World

Scottish Borders

Bonnie Scotland gleams along the road less traveled. Being Americans – we love a good road trip. Compound that with the fact that we are living a car-free life here in Copenhagen, Denmark and it can make us a little giddy when we get into a car on vacation. And no. We have not driven on that side of the road. EVER. But, don’t worry – we took the full insurance* for our first car hire in the U.K. Signal before the roundy round. That’s my only advice. Just do it. We did. Most of the time. So, off we went. From Middlesbrough, England to Edinburgh, Scotland and back.

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