The Craft of Travel

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I’ve been thinking a lot about craft lately. One  hears about the art of travel — mostly in what’s left of the glossy magazines and usually with regard to some grand adventure, not business travel. I think that craft is a much better choice of words. Traveling well for business requires honing skills over time: the ability to pack (so wonderfully sent up in Up in the Air); the quick change routine required to move seamlessly through airport security; and learning to enjoy a meal alone and pace it so that you aren’t through in ten minutes.

There’s craft, too, in making sure that you wind up on the concierge floor at the hotel. Sometimes it requires demanding and other times a bit of flirtation much like a woodworker will vary technique when working with different kinds of wood. Of course, one can brandish a frequent guest card but that’s no fun at all.

The agenda must be massaged of course in order to create small pockets of down time for sneaking off to a museum, a massage, or a bit of shopping. I find it useful to block off two hours for each meeting to judiciously allow for various delays and detours. Inevitably, some time opens up and a good crafts person knows what to do when opportunity arises.

The seasoned business traveler knows the beauty and power of routine. Routine frees the mind from the mundane by eliminating some needless decisions. When the dopp kit and the shoes always go in the same place, one needn’t think too much when packing.

I generally try to find a local place where I can be a regular – sometimes for breakfast, other times for a night cap — that gives me a sense of being at home. New Orleans has been particularly good for this: I once ate lunch at the restaurant at the Hotel Monaco every day for a week. I made friends with the barkeep, Arianna as I recall, and we’d chat while I enjoyed their fabulous pan fried chicken. On another trip I spent three nights in a row watching baseball at bar called Ryans. They didn’t serve food but one of the locals would go out and get me take-out from down the block. I met different people each night and had great conversations. Rolling Rock was two bucks a bottle.

Travel is a craft that is fine and noble and rewarding. The art, that comes when filling out the expense report.