The Upside to Stolen Content: It’s a Laugh
They “rewrote” it so poorly that it’s hilarious. I laughed aloud a few times. See mine above and theirs below. Enjoy
An awful thief of a website (who is known for stealing content) stole my blog post and “rewrote” it for their own website even using my images without permission.
Of course, I’m really pissed that people would so blatantly steal my work — I’d happily sell it to them (But actually not them — they suck). Unfortunately, there’s not a lot you can do when it happens. But there is a bright side. Their “rewriting” of my post is laughably horrible. I actually laughed, so I have them to thank for that. I couldn’t have written it funnier if I’d tried.
So, here is my original post and below is their stolen rewrite. Enjoy.
How Traveling Makes Me the Person I’m Meant to Be
I didn’t always love traveling until I started finding pieces of myself in lands I’d never seen before
Traveling is the only way I know how to become who I am meant to be.
I haven’t always loved traveling. Growing up my family didn’t travel. I can count on one hand the number of times my mom went 50 miles further than the city she lived in her entire life.
My first travel experience happened against my will when I was 11 years old. My dad’s family was from Hungary, and he took my younger brother and me to meet them. As a child of my mom, to say that I didn’t want to go was an understatement.
I was too young then to appreciate what I saw in Europe. Still, it taught me one valuable thing: the world contained much more than I previously believed. I’d always thought everything in the world was like where I lived “downriver” in southeastern Michigan. But I’d been wrong. What else was I wrong about?
High School Travel
The only other family trip I recall was camping at a site half an hour from our home. Mom complained the entire time and vowed never to do it again. We didn’t.
In high school, I didn’t have money to go on any class trips or spring break, so it wasn’t until years later that I started to travel. It began small with a night or two in places common to Midwesterners — Vegas, Florida, and “Up North” to Michigan’s northern region.
In each new location I experienced, I realized that the world was more than I knew. Maybe I was more too? Or perhaps I could be. New places changed me, widened me, refined me.
I was finding bits of myself that I didn’t know existed.
Eventually, I started to think that if I could travel to enough places, collecting new pieces of myself, I’d become the person I was seeking.
It was in Mexico that the travel bug finally left its everlasting bite on me. While others lulled on the resort beach, sipping margaritas, and staring at the same bit of ocean, I craved exploration. I knew that Mexico must be a different sort of place too. I wanted to scour the streets, talk to the people, taste the food, and absorb their culture.
This feeling, once it came on, has never left me. This driving desire to know everything there is to know about a place, experience everything they have, understand their people and culture, to learn and create. To see who I am in those places.
If a place is known for surfing, I surf. Rock climbing, I climb, Hiking, I hike. Art, I admire and food I taste and languages I attempt to speak and local craftspeople I support as much as I’m able.
Each new place I visit teaches me something about myself
- In Colorado, when I learned to rappel down mountains, I realized that I am brave.
- It was in the jungle of Tulum, I met a Shaman and learned that I am more spiritual than I believed.
- In Arizona, when I hiked into the Boynton Canyon vortex, I learned that I am changeable.
- I learned that I am resilient in France. And figured out a complex public transit in another language.
- At a cheese farm in Amsterdam, I learned that I highly value natural products and processes.
- In Costa Rica, I learned to surf and realized that my age does not define my ability.
- At a hostel in Nicaragua, I accepted that time is the only time, and I don’t need to fret over it.
- I accepted that ghosts are real on a walk in Savannah, Georgia.
- Aliens saw me in Sedona, Arizona and made me question all my beliefs.
These things have opened my mind and changed me for the better. Knowing that there are thousands of places I have never been, I wonder, how many pieces of me are out there? How many can I find?
Where I Travel
I love to visit places known for history and outdoor activity: mountains, oceans, and wide-open spaces. Also, I have a deep love of cities and architecture and art museums. I almost always travel solo and try to find a physical activity or art to enjoy. It may just be a bike ride, a hike, a museum visit, or a walking tour. It could be surfing, or climbing, or trekking through a jungle. The goal is to do something I’ve never done before.
I don’t do luxury travel (only because I can’t afford it), but I’m also not a budget traveler, though I try to save money whenever possible to travel more. Places I stay need to have basic comfort and general amenities. If there happens to be an infinity pool, well, all the better.
In planning, I like things a little rough around the edges and not too rigid. I create plans and then I toss them to the wind in favor of spontaneity, for that is where adventure lives.
How I Travel
Sometimes my travel is limited when I work full-time in one location. Other times, like now, I work remotely and I am on the road traveling, exploring full-time. Currently, I have a small van and I’m traveling around the United States, renting small spaces by the month.
I love nothing more than a good travel story and use my blog to share mine. I try to write to take you with me and give you tips and ideas for your travels. But most of all, I hope to inspire you to find a little bit more of yourself too. Who knows what we’ll find? We can only see that looking back.
Tell me, what have you learned about yourself from traveling?
Here is the Stolen Rewrite
Touring is the one approach I understand how to turn into who I’m meant to be.
I haven’t all the time cherished touring. Rising up my household didn’t journey. I can depend on one hand the variety of instances my mother went 50 miles additional than the town she lived in her whole life.
My first journey expertise occurred towards my will once I was 11 years previous. My dad’s household was from Hungary, and he took my youthful brother and me to satisfy them. As a baby of my mother, to say that I didn’t wish to go was an understatement.
I used to be too younger then to understand what I noticed in Europe. Nonetheless, it taught me one worthwhile factor: the world contained rather more than I beforehand believed. I’d all the time thought all the pieces on the earth was like the place I lived “downriver” in southeastern Michigan. However I’d been fallacious. What else was I fallacious about?
The one different household journey I recall was tenting at a website half an hour from our residence. Mother complained the whole time and vowed by no means to do it once more. We didn’t.
In highschool, I didn’t have cash to go on any class journeys or spring break, so it wasn’t till years later that I began to journey. It started small with an evening or two in locations frequent to Midwesterners — Vegas, Florida, and “Up North” to Michigan’s northern area.
In every new location I skilled, I spotted that the world was greater than I knew. Possibly I used to be extra too? Or maybe I might be. New locations modified me, widened me, refined me.
Finally, I began to assume that if I may journey to sufficient locations, amassing new items of myself, I’d turn into the individual I used to be searching for.
It was in Mexico that the journey bug lastly left its eternal chunk on me. Whereas others lulled on the resort seaside, sipping margaritas, and staring on the identical little bit of ocean, I craved exploration. I knew that Mexico should be a distinct kind of place too. I wished to scour the streets, speak to the individuals, style the meals, and take in their tradition.
This sense, as soon as it got here on, has by no means left me. This driving need to know all the pieces there may be to learn about a spot, expertise all the pieces they’ve, perceive their individuals and tradition, to be taught and create. To see who I’m in these locations.
If a spot is understood for browsing, I surf. Mountaineering, I climb, Mountain climbing, I hike. Artwork, I like and meals I style and languages I try to talk and native craftspeople I assist as a lot as I’m ready.
- In Colorado, once I learned to rappel down mountains, I spotted that I’m courageous.
- It was within the jungle of Tulum, I met a Shaman and discovered that I’m extra non secular than I believed.
- In Arizona, once I hiked into the Boynton Canyon vortex, I discovered that I’m changeable.
- I discovered that I’m resilient in France. And discovered a complex public transit in one other language.
- At a cheese farm in Amsterdam, I discovered that I extremely worth pure merchandise and processes.
- In Costa Rica, I learned to surf and realized that my age doesn’t outline my means.
- At a hostel in Nicaragua, I accepted that point is the one time, and I don’t want to worry over it.
- I accepted that ghosts are real on a stroll in Savannah, Georgia.
- Aliens saw me in Sedona, Arizona and made me query all my beliefs.
This stuff have opened my thoughts and altered me for the higher. Realizing that there are literally thousands of locations I’ve by no means been, I’m wondering, what number of items of me are on the market? What number of can I discover?
I really like to go to locations identified for historical past and out of doors exercise: mountains, oceans, and wide-open areas. Additionally, I’ve a deep love of cities and structure and artwork museums. I virtually all the time journey solo and attempt to discover a bodily exercise or artwork to take pleasure in. It could simply be a motorcycle trip, a hike, a museum go to, or a strolling tour. It might be browsing, or climbing, or trekking by way of a jungle. The objective is to do one thing I’ve by no means executed earlier than.
I don’t do luxurious journey (solely as a result of I can’t afford it), however I’m additionally not a funds traveler, although I attempt to save money at any time when doable to journey extra. Locations I keep must have fundamental consolation and basic facilities. If there occurs to be an infinity pool, effectively, all the higher.
In planning, I like issues a bit tough across the edges and never too inflexible. I create plans after which I toss them to the wind in favor of spontaneity, for that’s the place journey lives.
Typically my journey is proscribed once I work full-time in a single location. Different instances, like now, I work remotely and I’m on the street touring, exploring full-time. Presently, I’ve a small van and I’m touring round america, renting small areas by the month.
I really like nothing greater than journey story and use my weblog to share mine. I attempt to write to take you with me and provide you with suggestions and concepts to your travels. However most of all, I hope to encourage you to search out a bit bit extra of your self too. Who is aware of what we’ll discover? We will solely see that trying again.
