When I headed to the North Pole in the dead of winter, I didn’t really know what I was doing.
I didn’t know the landscape, the history, the language, or the culture. In fact, I didn’t even really want to go.
And I imagine many of you were probably wondering, why on earth would I leave the tropical paradise of Costa Rica for Europe in the winter?
I suppose I wanted to try out an experiment. I wanted to see if I could let go of the ego of the backpacking beach bum. I wanted to see what I would discover if I did.
I already knew that I felt freedom riding on chicken buses alone, swimming in the crystalline ocean with no one around for miles, and living simply without the need for things like clothes or shoes.
But I wanted to discover a new kind of freedom, freedom from the things I once denied myself, and the things I once judged. Freedom from what I thought I liked and who I thought I was. Freedom from everything I felt attached to.
I wanted to immerse myself into an uncomfortable situation, to once again expand myself as a human being.
All of the signs pointed me to Europe in the winter. All of the signs told me that this was an opportunity for healing.
So I did everything differently. Everything.
I swapped my 46 liter back pack for an enormous rolling suitcase. I wore layers upon layers of thermal clothing.
I went ice skating, ice fishing, and ice swimming.
I went on dogs sleds, on reindeer safaris, and on snowmobiles.
I went skiing and snow shoeing in the mountains and partied in bars in the afternoon with my boots still on.
I ate things I never would have normally eaten, from bread and pastries to cured meats and beer to smoked fish and reindeer. I allowed myself to be sponsored by tourism boards and consequently slept in five star hotels and spent all of my waking hours working.
I listened to people, all kinds of people, and practiced non-judgment. Whether they were billionaire Swiss hoteliers telling me to get sponsored by Walmart or Austrians telling me that schnapps and pork are healthy or Turkish bathroom attendants telling me that America is evil or blog readers telling me that I overanalyze everything.
I went places that were easy to love and places where I struggled. I met people who were easy to love and people who triggered me in ways I didn’t realize possible.
Though I genuinely worked on finding a way to enjoy and appreciate any and every kind of person and experience.
Adapting to my environment and the people in it, I watched myself become more conservative. I watched myself lose my tan and gain a belly. I watched myself try to please sponsors more than I took care of myself. I watched myself communicate less with nature and spirits and more with egos.
But I also learned that I don’t mind the cold so long as I’m playing in nature. That snow is beautiful as long as you have proper clothing. That there are many more ways to be healthy and live in harmony with the Earth, than by living by the ocean and eating raw vegan.
I learned, even more than before, that money doesn’t really exist and that I can travel any way I want with or without it. I learned that if I don’t want to, I don’t have to be a backpacker anymore.
What I realized, was that I needed to come here and let go of the ego I had created, in order to heal my “past life.”
Feeling overworked, constantly doing marketing, wondering if it was all so shallow, being a gourmand instead of a health nut, wearing black cashmere and leather boots, finding pleasure in food instead of fitness, and longing for romance more than independence, I was enacting a role from my past.
This trip has been about going into my shadow, and learning to accept it. Learning to love myself even when I’m not taking good care of myself physically, even when I’m not practicing yoga asana, even when I’m not honoring the moon cycles, even when I’m not kissing trees and flowers, even when I’m not dancing like a wild thing, even when I’m not living like a vagabond, even when I’m not roughing it on overnight buses in developing countries, even when I’m allowing myself “comfort” and “luxury.”
Because sometimes we need distance from what we love to remember why we love it.
Sometimes we need to go somewhere foreign, to remember where we belong. Sometimes we need to indulge in so many things that don’t actually feed us, in order to remember what really does.
Sometimes we need to relinquish some of our freedom in order to remember that we always have it.
At the end of this journey, I find myself longing to return to the same freedom I discovered when I first landed in the jungle of Costa Rica. The freedom of mobility, the freedom of simple living, and most of all, the freedom of only expressing that which comes from the most authentic place in my heart.
Thank you for enduring the long cold winter with me.
Warmer days ahead.
Where did I go and what did I do on this winter journey through Europe? Read all of my stories here.
Hi Camille-
You wrote…. “I learned, even more than before, that money doesn’t really exist and that I can travel any way I want with or without it.”
Not really sure what you mean by this.
How can one to do this sort of trip without money? Am I missing the deeper meaning here?
I think that what she means is that we often delay projects and dreams over the fact that we don’t have enough money. But the truth is, sometimes it’s just a reason not to pursue something that brings us out of our comfort zone. And if money is the only reason for you to not pursue your dreams, than there is no reason not to do it, because there is always a way to find money and you don’t need as much as you think. You just need to believe. 🙂
Exactly, thank you Valerie 🙂
Almost all of my trip was covered through sponsorships by tourism boards, so I spent around $500 for two months of travel in some of the most expensive countries in the world. Staying in five star hotels, taking expensive tours, etc. It showed me that if I want to travel this way I can, with or without money (through trade), and also that those luxuries aren’t what makes me happy anyway, and I’m happy to travel in inexpensive countries on a small budget. But, if I change my mind, I can travel this way again. Basically, when there is a will there is always a way.
You’re back! 🙂
🙂 !!
Lovely as usual. I really enjoyed your winter days. The photos were spectacular.
Thank you so much Sheri. <3
Camille, the late Carl Jung would be so proud of you for diving right into your shadow and tackling what you found head on. I am too. I am also proud of you for not taking the easy route and just going with what felt the best for you at the time. The more I read your posts, the more I see and image of the caterpillar transforming into a beautiful butterfly. You are that butterfly already, you just need to fly in whatever way flying means to you. Europe in winter or Costa Rice, it doesn’t matter to me. I like and accept you the way you are. The fact that you are changing all the time makes me like you more. It shows that you are three dimensional, a real human and not a showy travel blogger.
Your story about your winter reminds me of this beautiful quote by Albert Camus that really resounds in my heart so I am sharing here below:
“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.”
Wow Matthew thank you so so much for your encouragement and your extremely kind comment. That quote is unbelievably beautiful, and I will certainly write it down and treasure it. <3 Love to you wherever you are.
Melbourne, Australia is where I am. Much love to you wherever you happen to be also 🙂
Beautiful. I think this post of your is my favourite. You have so many choices in life and you found it: self agency and freedom!
Much love,
Logan
Thank you so much Logan <3