Photo by Terrence Henry
Mr. Rogers would get up early and go swimming. Napoleon used to have his coffee in bed, served to him by Louis Marchand. Then he would go through a two-hour routine of daily hygiene maintenance--aided by servants--of shaving, exfoliating, dousing (in eau de cologne), and dressing.
I am obviously not famous, or important, so my morning routine is much simpler: between nine and ten (hey, it's cultural to stay up late here), I wake up, draw the curtains, and turn on NPR. There's a live feed from our home station in Washington, D.C., WAMU, where (depending on daylight savings) it is a few hours earlier than it is in Buenos Aires, so as I rise, it's the height of rush hour back home. I can't help but feel a little luckier-than-thou each morning, as I hear reports about 29 degree temperatures, long backups on I-66, and which investment group or bank is the victime du jour.
It has me thinking about distance, and being abroad, and how that distance is disappearing in many ways. I listen to the same morning radio shows here as I did back home, without any difficulty. For any traveler these days, all of your pop culture ties can be meticulously maintained--films, movies, and music are all easily accessed online or in the theaters. I probably stay current more now than before moving here, since I have ample time to watch or listen to podcasts.