Summer arrives in Minnesota like molasses in January.  So when it finally hits, we again learn the thrill of life in the slow lane.  Oh sure, schedules scream for attention even during the sultry months.  But this Summer Guy still reveres the 3-month break of his youth—and reckons the 5 5-word Mantras harken back too. 

• It’s not a financial decision.  In summer, the best things are free—like swimming, bandshell concerts, and Hammock time. 
• Everything is right on schedule.  Calendars and clocks will not dictate when the corn is ripe or the BBQ is ready, but you’ll know exactly when it’s time. 
• When all else fails, punt.  Your baseball team keeps losing?  It rained on your 4^th of July parade?  Boat motor won’t start?  Don’t sweat it!  Just grab a book or a beer, and kick it. 
• I’m determining my own destiny.  Careers and IRAs matter much, of course.  But just for today, try living just for today; don’t postpone fishing! 
• You can go home again.  Summer is a great time for a road trip to your childhood campground, your faraway friends, or Grandma’s farm.  They’re waiting for you. 

So get off your digitalia.  Get out in the light.  And get your summer groove on. 

After all, summer is and was the Original Sabbatical.  Lucky for us, it rolls into our lives every blessed year.

You meet the most interesting people in cyberspace.  One of them who recently crossed my vector is the talented Alexis Grant—travel writer, social media coach, and career-beat journalist for US News and World Report.

Like so many of us, she’s become possessed by this notion of career breaks—and thus interviewed me about my experiences, ideas, and jabberwocky.  I enjoy nothing more than practicing Sabbatical babble, so we had a lovely converation.  Lexi recently extracted one particularly brilliant quote for her most excellent blog.

If you say you never could do that, you certainly never will. But every one of those obligations is a choice. Getting up in the morning is a choice. Taking your kids to that game, going to work. You face hundreds of choices every day, and you just keep saying yes, yes, yes to them. And that’s great, and that’s what gets you through the day and gets you success. But there’s also the choice to sometimes say, I don’t want to do that, I don’t want to work every day of my life.” (Kirk Horsted)

My deepest thanks go to Lexi—not only for the post, of course, but also for the reminder.  Because, here, today, the new summer routine of playing chef, chauffeur, and chaperone to my kids (8 and 14) has gotten out of control, particularly when piled atop countless other obligations that don’t take summer vacation.

• Remember the “N” word!

So sometimes, a guy’s just gotta say No! No! No! And then say YES to yourself when pondering,

Would I like to sneak in a kayak ride right now?”

On that note, the water calls.  Summer is here, life is short, and breaking for solitude and exercise is the right choice!

Thanks again, Lexi.

“Wouldn’t have regretted a single penny.”  “Overthinking it.”  “Things went downhill quickly.”  “The city of lights earned its title.”

In 11 quick questions, Doug Mack serves up just a taste of his bold trip through Europe with no guidebook—except a dated (as in 1960s!) gem he found at a book festival.  His idea was so clever, and his trip so epic, that a publisher picked it up immediately.  (But you’ll have to wait until 2012 to buy your copy.)

To hear more—live and in person—please join Mr. Mack and me next Thursday, 6/23, for a MeetUp at Ginger Hop in Nordeast Minneapolis.  Meantime, read on to learn more about the bottom line of his big idea:  “Travel is more fun when you’re a bit ignorant.”

11 QUESTIONS  :  DOUG MACK

• Biggest getaway challenge.

Well, I suppose money and vacation time are always the biggest hurdles, and they were for me, too. I had a small  travel fund built up, but also put a fair amount on a credit card, considering it an investment that would, I hoped, pay off in the long term in the form a of a book deal. I’m very lucky that things really did work out that way, but even if they hadn’t, I’m a big believer that experiences are more valuable than stuff, and I wouldn’t have regretted a single penny.

I also didn’t have much vacation time built up at my day jobs (yes, jobs plural), but I was fortunate to have accommodating bosses who were willing to let me take a fair amount of time without pay.

I’d been thinking about a big trip for years. Over-thinking it, actually—trying to find just the right time, just the right circumstances. Worrying about the details of the journey and wondering who would fill in for me at work. There came a point, though, when I decided to just do it. I traveled to Europe for a couple of weeks in 2008, and then came back and thought about how badly I wanted to return … and then, the July, I just decided I was going back for six weeks, in August. Just told myself I was going to do it with minimal preparation. Possibly the best decision I’ve ever made.

• Grandest arrival.

Venice. Seriously, the sense of arrival there is without peer: you step out of the train station and you are on. The Grand. Canal. And it looks exactly like you think it looks: the water teeming with gondolas and dinghies and delivery boats; the elaborate stone bridge leading to the other side; the elaborate and slightly crumbling historic buildings. I got there just after sunrise, when the soft amber light and long shadows made everything seem all the more dramatic and impossibly picturesque.

Unfortunately . . . that was the best part of my time in Venice—things went downhill quickly (a long story in itself). But the arrival. My God. Amazing.

• Favorite place.

Hmm . . . I hate this question, to be honest, because I have a hard time answering it. (Actually, I just blogged about this problem.) Depends on the day. Lately, I’ve been craving gelato and on a historic-building kick, so right now I’ll say Rome. If you’re ever there, go to Gelateria del Teatro. Thank me later

• Logistical nightmare.

Well, when you travel with a 45-year-old guidebook, every day is full of minor annoyances—logistical headaches if not nightmares. Beyond that, though, there was a train ride from Munich to Zurich. Should be simple: You get on in the first city, then off in the second. But if the person at the ticket desk in Munich gives you specific instructions that turn out to be wrong, the journey is a bit more complicated. My friend Lee and I ended up riding five different trains, with a brief detour through Austria (which was not included on Lee’s Eurail pass, although the attendants never noticed when the checked our tickets). There were a few moments of minor panic and several long hours of unnecessary train-riding.

But I really can’t complain. I mean, we were riding a European train (safe and comfortable) through the Alps, so we had a front-row view of countless chateau-lined villages and towering peaks and sparkling lakes with crumbling castles on the distant shores. Not bad scenery to stare at, slack-jawed, for a few hours.

• Most meaningful moment.

Sunset at Montmartre in Paris. My outdated guidebook said I should go there at dusk, but didn’t explain why or what you’d see—so I went without any expectations.      Now, apparently most people already know this, but it turns out the reason you go there is that it’s a hill with a view of the whole city. So I get to the top and I there it is: Paris laid out below me, sprawling to the horizon, the street lamps just switching on as the City of Lights earned its title. It wasn’t meaningful for the amazing view, though (at least not per se) but for the fact that it was such a powerful example of the (occasional!) benefit of a bit of lowered expectations and willful ignorance. I’m certain that if I’d known what was up there, I would have looked for photos on Flickr beforehand and built my day around getting there at precisely the right time for the ideal light, and generally built it up in my mind such that it could never live up to the hype. Instead, I saw it without that filter of expectations, and it was all the more enchanting and revelatory, a discovery rather than just something to check off my list.

• Worst disaster.

I almost feel guilty saying this, but I really didn’t have one. I could stretch the definition and talk about some frustrating experiences getting lost or having hilariously awkward conversations with restaurant workers and hotel desk clerks who couldn’t understand why I was toting around this old guidebook. But no real disasters. They make for good stories, I realize, but I’m content to avoid them.

• Serendipitous experience.

So many, starting from the moment back in Minneapolis when I happened upon this old guidebook at a book festival. That night in Montmartre might not have been truly serendipitous, but it definitely had an element of accidental discovery. And in Zurich, which is by far the most expensive city I’ve ever visited, Lee and I were feeling broke and exhausted one afternoon, when we stumbled upon a long line of locals outside a hole-in-the-wall cafe. It turned out to be a genuinely cheap (and not just by Zurich standards) takeout joint with excellent food.

• Strangest encounter.

In Paris, there was this one restaurant that my guidebook (have I mentioned it was a bit outdated?) described for a good half-page—it’s incredibly cheap, it’s a hidden gem with no other tourists, the décor is classic Parisian bistro, all tile floors and wooden booths and plants in massive urns.

So after several frustrating days of bumbling around Paris, I go there, thinking, sweet, a cheap, quiet meal—finally! The first thing I noticed upon arrival was a huge poster in the window, advertising the Jack Nicholson/Diane Keaton romantic comedy “Something’s Gotta Give.” There’s an article with the poster, noting that part of the movie was filmed there. Meaning it’s now a huge tourist magnet. And not at all cheap. I walked in and the maitre d’ gave me this horrified look that basically said, “Ah, merde, another one of those Diane Keaton groupies.”

You’ll have to read the book for the full story (sorry!), but it was a spectacularly strange and awkward meal.

• Requisite health dilemma.

I had a really bad cold in Vienna and wandered around the city in a haze of sinus pain and cold medicine. Add this to the fact that this was about two-thirds of the way through my trip and I was getting jaded and tired, and you have a recipe for some serious grumpiness and ennui. I moped and sniffled my way through Vienna, although I did at least try to cough in 4-4 time, in keeping with the musical spirit of the city.

• Profound take-away.

Travel is more fun when you’re a bit ignorant. By that, I don’t mean culturally unaware or ill-equipped to travel but rather trying to do as much as possible relying simply on your own wits and common sense. I’m typically a control freak and a technology-addicted over-planner, but traveling without much research or planning forced me to just go with the flow and also to learn constantly, to be forced to be tuned into the place/culture and try to soak it up quickly because it was the only way I could survive.

I doubt I’ll travel abroad again without a modern guidebook and some internet research, but I’ll also try to remind myself not to be constrained by all of that information, either, and to get lost and rely on good old-fashioned serendipity as much as possible. There’s nothing wrong with being a bit confused—in fact, I think it makes travel all the more delightful and rewarding.

• Re-entry vibe.

Jarring, particularly since a week after I got back from Europe, I went on a cruise with my parents, my sister, her husband, and their year-old twins. After solo backpacking around Europe, being on a cruise ship was like mainlining American culture in all its excess: Endless buffets! Cheesy comedians! Cabin attendants! Duty-free shopping at every turn! It was refreshing to see familiar faces and hear a familiar language and sleep without being woken up by the students in the hostel room next door . . . but still: deeply, inexpressibly jarring. My own country felt entirely foreign.

These could be shocking words.  But when my 8-year-old daughter squealed them recently, I chuckled.  She was playing with my hair—bored out of her skull while watching her 14-year-old brother play baseball.  Again.  She had just discovered silver in my hair.  I guess that’s what Grandpas got.

• A pirate looks at 50

At a certain age, watching your son pitch his way out of an extra-inning game provides the thrill that used to come from, say, sailing choppy seas in the Caribbean.  After all, he’s my baby:  My 6-foot tall, size-16 shoe baby.  This is his time to shine, and mine to bask.  Yet many folks are grandparenting vets by 50.

But God bless the grown-ups who live by the five-word mantra, “Everything is right on schedule.”  For some, that agenda includes time for travel—for exciting BreakAways that might more easily happen before diaper duty calls.

• Spoil Yourself

Some parenting gurus say you can’t spoil your children, at least when it comes to attention and affection (versus possessions).  If so, then successful parents best be prepared to give all—and give up much.  And that’s where life-planning comes in handy, inasmuch as life allows plans.

Want to spoil yourself?  See the world?  Make a proper nest and nest egg before the hatchlings pop out?  I did, I guess.  And it has made all the difference.  Because when the kids come, there’s no turning back.  You’re committed for life.

That’s not to say you’ll never wander again.  As one sage (and early) parent told me, “They go where I go.”  And mine have—around the world, through the West Indies, on countless old-fashioned vacations, and to the rowdy bar.

But as youngsters grow up, their hearts grow fonder of home—where the friends (and games) are.  Being absent grows harder, as if it were ever easy to begin with.  The obstacle course only gets more complex for the parental-unit career breaker.

• Timing, timing, timing

But as this site has persistently preached:  You can have it all—just not all at once.  So before they escape your embrace, hold on to your children (and your childishness).  Take them on tour, even when they resist.  Show them the world and know when to shut up—so they can experience it for themselves.

More important:  Don’t rush things.  That’s hard in the harried world they live in.  But it’s true:  Good things take their sweet time.  So does baseball—a game that, like life, includes no clock.

• Someday, someday

Me?  A grandpa?  No, no, no, dear daughter.  Someday maybe, but certainly not yet.  Your brother is pitching his way out of a jam; let’s also take one batter at a time.

So for now, let’s cheer him on to victory.  Feel free to yank out those (very few) gray hairs.  And then let’s go kick your pink soccer ball around.

As one of my morning rituals, I walk part-way to the bus stop with my teenage son.  We don’t say much.  It’s early and sometimes dark and cold, after all.  But like the other kids scrambling into the day, mine is often also sporting headphones and texting away.  On this late, lovely spring day, I’m grateful to be somewhat techno-challenged.

• Can U hr the brds?

Teens tend to be gaga about their pop music, but I’m gaga when the tulips start popping and the loons start wailing.  Of course, wherever you go these days, those springy sounds are often accompanied by the tap-tap-tap of texting.  (No, that’s NOT a distant woodpecker…)

In some ways, that tapping may be an upgrade from the clueless boors who used to bark into their cell phone for all to hear with no regard to the people (or nature) around them.  Evolution works in strange ways.  But I do hope these teens don’t become so digi-centric that they forget to stop and smell the lilacs.

• How bout a natr brk?

Although career breaks may be out of reach for many people, nature breaks are easy.  So are tech breaks!  And the ink keeps flowing on the healthful benefits of getting off your butt, getting outside, and doing something—anything!  Garden!  Bike!  Build a birdhouse!  Chase some rabbits!

Teens are smart; how else can they figure out all those devices?  Let’s hope they’re also smart enough to take off the headphones, put down the cellphones, and dig some real dirt once and a while.

Thanks to the miracle of Google Alerts, tracking Sabbatical news is a cinch.  Or is it?  Those incoming info-blips can hit the inbox like a hailstorm—and many supposedly relevant links have nothing to do with actual faraway fantasies.  So sometimes a Sabbatical Editor is in order.

That’s where BreakAway comes in.  Our Editorial Board has assigned one writer and five interns to monitor the situation and create a series.  Today, in Installment 1, we learn about three Sabbaticals in the News.

• #1:  Miss Britt’s family hits the road

StrollerDerby, a savvy and sassy parenting blog, recently reported that Blogger Miss Britt and her family are running away to look for America.  In a 24-foot RV.  For one year!  They’ll be home schooling, shunning schedules, enjoying lots of recess, and taking their time while they still can.

As Miss Britt so sagely states,

I could die.  Any day.  Not because I’m sick but because that’s just the way life works.”

• #2:  Kiwi rugby stud flies to France

If you’re looking for the perfect career-break place, look no further than New Zealand.  Our first family sabbatical took us around the world with a two-month stopover exploring the Kiwi coasts.  A gentle-bloke who had once played for NZ’s beloved rugby team, the All Blacks, took me fishing one day.

So naturally, I picked a NZ pic for this post.  And naturally, this NZTV story caught my eye.

Dan Carter plays for the All Blacks, just signed a mega-million dollar contract, wisely took less money to stay in NZ, and couldn’t be happier.  Oops!  Oh yes, he could.  He needs a Sabbatical—before settling down with all those Kiwi dollars and rugby balls!

So he’s off to France.  Good on ya, mate!

• #3:  (Bear) market maven takes the money…and runs!

CNN.com reports that a really, really rich guy stepped away from his trading desk—where he had made great returns even during the prolonged bear market—and did some cool stuff.  Now he’s back at work.

But there’s even worse news:  He believes America faces another severe financial crisis by 2018—due to government debt.  So if you’re worried about your financial future, DO NOT read this story.  If you long for a BreakAway of your own, well, hurry up and make it happen before the fiscal future gets ugly.

This particular sabbatical alert story barely mentions the word, and instead tells us all about what one Robert Rodriguez thinks of the current investing climate—which ain’t much. Still, our hats go off to this obviously lucky man, who…

traveled the globe, read about the fall of Rome, and indulged in his car-racing hobby.”

So what’s next?  Will Lindsay Lohan take a break between rehabs?  Can some preacher man abandon his pulpit to satisfy a seven-year itch?  Will the Iowa legislature really pass laws limiting the Univerity of Iowa’s Sabbatical budget?

Stay tuned.  Because there are ALWAYS more Sabbaticals…in the News.

Those crazy organizers at MPG are REALLY on top of it!  Yes, early-bird tickets are already on sale for the 10-18-11 national career-break meetup.  And yours truly will be the Mpls host.

We had a hoot & a holler last year, with two mighty fine guest panelists and 100 travel enthusiasts.  We talked about everything from how to work on the road to how to quit your job without losing your career.  From what to do with your pets to how to tell your spouse. 

This year?  The sky’s the limit!  Stay tuned for details about who, where, and when…because you already know why!

Or, throw caution to the wind and REGISTER NOW!  It will only set you back $10 and you’ll be guaranteed a bird’s eye view.

Throughout the Middle East, nations roil like boats lost at sea while trying to figure out this thing called democracy.  They look to a beacon called USA for guidance, while simultaneously dissing our unsavory ways.  Tunisia offers an illuminating path for us, though, as thousands of youth there embark on a “patriotic year.”  

I heard this story on All Things Considered and found it quite inspiring; you can read the article here, or listen, if you are so inclined…

• Protecting the…revolution                       

Demonstrations broken up by tear-gas, daily.  70 new political parties.  Countless citizen organizations.  A regime that’s ousted yet threatens to force their way back into power.  Sounds like just another day on Santa Monica Boulevard—NOT. 

We’ve much to learn from our faraway compatriots.  Here, we host two political parties that share only one love in common:  A love for gridlock.  Seems many American lives are lost in gridlock too, while a brave few dream of a debt-free life and something like a Gap Year. yet stay stuck in their swamp.

• Imagine passionate patriotism in America

What might happen if a wave of American youth dedicated a year to improving our deteriorating land and demanding results from our government?  We could use that kind of grass-roots, kick-butt patriotism around here—not just the flag-in-the-lapel kind. 

Oh sure, it might get in the way of Facebook and Modern Warfare 2.  But imagine how savvy and mighty our society might be if we could recapture the passion, like our friends in Tunisia.

These days “career breaks” are getting the link love and lingo buzz.  But Sabbaticals haven’t gone away; they just quietly continue to let fortunate workers leave the building. For a while. One such lucky duck, Rita Foley, has had four—and wrote this triumphant article that does a superb job of summing up the benefits, including these big 5…

• Creativity increases.

“I have granted sabbaticals to my employees, and I have seen the rise in creativity and benefits for customers and the corporation.”

• Energy re-emerges.

“More than 100 companies that offer formal sabbatical programs have close to 100 percent of the sabbatical-takers returning to the company with a higher level of engagement, loyalty, motivation and appreciation for their employer.”

• Employees need a tuneup.

“We tune up our PCs, cars and home heaters.  Why not encourage our people to give their minds and spirits a tuneup?”

• It’s a good retention investment.

“The cost of hiring and training a new employee can be 1.5 times a departing worker’s salary.”

• Collaboration happens.

“It is a chance to evaluate the potential of employees who stand in for others in a real, not hypothetical, situation.  Sabbaticals promote teamwork and better decision-making.”

In conclusion, Ms. Foley reminds us that 20% of the Fortune 100 Best Companies to Work for offer fully paid Sabbaticals.  One of them is Intel, and they’re doing pretty okay.

While some of us might love to work for one of those firms—theoretically—the advantages of taking breaks hold up whether you work for Intel, Molly’s Quilting Boutique, or yourself.

Life is short.  Work is long.  The challenge—and solution—to running a successful career marathon is to stretch, breathe deep, and take a break now and then.

Is there a trip to someplace interesting on your Bucket List?  

Do you have an unscratched itch for travel?

Have you ever harbored fantasies of taking a break from your career to spend time doing something you REALLY love?

If the answer to any of these questions is yes, I invite you to join me (your affable host)—and a panel of pros—when we gather for the 2nd annual Meet, Plan, Go, a national meet up conversation on career breaks. 

• SAVE THE DATE:  Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Here in Minneapolis, last year’s event sold out quickly and went SRO as 100+ dreamers and schemers swarmed our venue, a Honey of a bar that did a super-sweet job of making us feel at home while helping us envision flying away. 

You’ll meet all kinds of fellow travelers, catch some journey buzz, and leave with a cool goodie bag too.  And while last year’s attendee evaluations left our humble panel blushing, we will stop at nothing to try to make this year’s even better.

I think most of us assume that (1) we can’t leave our jobs and (2) we can’t afford it. The three panelists showed us that it can be done, how to approach our bosses, how to handle the money, and I hadn’t even thought about international volunteering until I went to this.

It was great that three different people with different experiences could offer their views on all the topics.  

Kirk did a bang-up job hosting the Minneapolis MPG. Thank you Kirk!”

Want more details?  So do I!  So stay in touch as the Minneapolis shindig takes shape.

Meanwhile—as in immediately—please surf over to the MPG site.  Sign up for the Meet, Plan, Go newsletter.  And do the “LIKE” thing at the MPG Facebook page.  

Stay tuned.  Thanks!