Forget all you thought you knew about travel guides and itineraries, they're not real.
That recent GQ article about how traveling around Europe was never so easy? Who really has the time to eat cheese and drink wine that you can't pronounce by following their 14 "easy" steps?
From Aug. 14 to Sept. 8, myself and nine friends are undertaking the ultimate guy's-on vacation: 19 cities, 14 Major League Baseball games with enough time for McDonald's breakfasts and coffee that, sadly, is not Tim Horton's.
The Sched:
Milwaukee (back) to Chicago, Aug. 17
Chicago to Cleveland, Aug. 18
Pittsburgh to Philadelphia, Aug. 20
Philadelphia to NYC, Aug. 21
New Jersey to Boston, Aug. 22
San Francisco, Aug. 24/25
San Francisco to San Luis Obispo, Aug. 26
Redondo Beach, Aug. 30/31
Redondo Beach to San Diego, Sept. 1/2/3
Las Vegas, Sept. 4/5/6/7
Love it.
I have Big Sur by Jack Kerouac to keep me company, my mother's motivation (she made me write this Blog while making me promise it would stay suitable for all ages - I know, right? What am I supposed to write about...), this guy, and a whole lot of hope that this is the only thing on my current horizon in position as a recently-graduated, community newspaper journalist in British Columbia.
Saddle up and lose the Frommer's. I'm discovering the United States, and I'll fill you in along the way.
STARTING FRIDAY.
