Friday, January 29, 2010
Frugally traveling
It’s all about setting priorities. We don’t fly first class nor do we stay in high-end hotels. We don’t want to try to afford the Georges V in Paris if every waking moment will be spent out and about and all we’re going to do at the hotel is sleep and shower; that would take money we could be spending on other things. On my last trip to Paris in 2008, I got a great deal in a small hotel for $80US a night. It was lovely, newly rehabbed, in a fabulous neighborhood, had a flat-screen HDTV and a typical Parisian balcony, and the price included a delicious breakfast buffet.
Granted, that kind of luck doesn’t always happen. We’ve also done our share of time in some not-so-lovely places that had seen better days. However, unless the neighborhood seems unsafe, we don’t change hotels, because we’re only in the room to sleep and shower, not look at the furniture.
We also save money by eating on-the-cheap and planning for just one really spectacular meal per trip. As luck would have it, we almost always have several spectacular meals per trip, because more dollar signs on the menu do not necessarily equal better food. One of our most memorable meals was in a pizza place in a little town in northwest France, where we sat at a communal table; the people were friendly, the food and wine were delicious, and the local cheeses were out of this world. At a communal table in a hamburger joint in Geneva, Switzerland, lunch became a two-hour gabfest with a fascinating Saudi family who worked for the World Health Organization.
We also picnic in public parks with food we buy at local farmers’ markets or grocery stores. We eat street food: What could be better than one of those plump, juicy rotisserie chickens from a street stall? And the memory of the vendor, a gregarious African man who spoke no English, who tried to figure out what parts of the chicken I wanted by slapping different places on his body? And of his Vietnamese wife, who was cooking noodles and vegetables over a steaming wok in the back? I can still see the steam from the wok envelop her profile and dissipate over her head.
We also take advantage of freebies. Almost every public attraction and museum in the world, including the Louvre, has a free admission day; plan accordingly. Many cities have museum passes; you can buy a week-long pass to almost every museum in that particular city that pays for itself after only one or two visits.
Before you go, study guidebooks, CDs and DVDs about your destination, borrowed from your public library. Find out about freebies and low-cost attractions. For example, after one overnight flight, I landed at dawn, went out for breakfast, and then headed to a beautiful, old church known for its free pipe organ concerts every Sunday after mass.
We rely on public transportation almost exclusively when we travel, because most cities have some form that is reliable, safe and clean, and a fraction of the cost of cabs, so buy a map, preferably before you leave, so you know where you’re going when you get there, how much it costs and how to use it. Yes, we’ve been lost a couple of times, but it’s all part of the adventure of travel. Besides, it forces you to interact with the locals, and that adds a flavor to travel that you might not get otherwise.—Carol Wiley Lorente
Friday, January 22, 2010
No money? Get creative!
When my friend recently invited me to her daughter’s baby shower, I volunteered to make the invitations and thank you notes on my computer to save her money (and as part of my present). She was thrilled and also asked me to make a sign-up sheet and a poster. The theme was “A Star is Born,” and it was easy to do. We decided on post cards, since they are less expensive to mail. Here they are: Invitation post card:
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Thank you post card:
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I needed to bring a present: I had one picture of the baby, and I had picture frames that I had bought on sale through the years. I used my computer’s photography program to reproduce the baby’s picture nine times in nine different tints: charcoal, sepia, mosaic, etc. I mounted them in a nine-space frame. It was the hit of the shower! I also explained that they could change the pictures as time went on to whatever they chose. They had just moved to a new house, and needed things for their bare walls!
My friend made a baby quilt and another crocheted a baby throw. The parents loved the extra time we put into the gifts, and other guests commented on how “creative” we all were.
Other ideas for other occasions:
I learned to crochet by watching my sister (although I was watching her from the wrong angle and now crochet backwards). Double crochet is the only stitch I know, but I can do many things with it: If you double or triple the yarn strands, you can make thick pads for hot plates and pans. (Match the yarn to the color of the china or other room décor.) I’ve also made great coasters and placemats. They’re machine washable and dryable, and you can make them while watching TV or having coffee with a friend.
I also have been known to frame old magazine covers and give them as gifts. Years ago, The New Yorker published a New Yorker’s view of the United States, a map of the United States that started with New York City and New Jersey, mentioned Chicago and ended with San Francisco, with almost nothing in between, reflecting a very “New York” attitude. I bought enough copies to frame as gifts for my New York friends. Some of them are still hanging in their homes.
For a recent wedding gift, I took three pictures of a tiger lily and, much like I did with the baby picture, changed the hue on each picture and framed them together in the same frame—very “Andy Warhol,” with one frame holding four pictures of the same lily in different colors. The couple now has it hanging in their living room.
So, use your imagination, save money, and have fun!—Alice Rose Kieft
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Drastic measures
At the time, I thought these suggestions sounded pretty drastic. Owning only one, used car would be preferable, but not owning a home? Just so you could travel? I figured that if that was the type of sacrifice I’d have to make, I’d never be going anywhere. But as our children have grown and gone, my husband and I have had to reprioritize, and guess what? At our age, since we don’t have the money to do it all, we’ve decided we’d rather travel than own a home. (We’ll also gladly get rid of one of the cars.)
To many people, frugality means deprivation. That’s what not owning a home sounded like to me when I first heard that notion, probably because I was in the midst of raising a family, and owning a home was a necessity, in my mind. I had sacrificed a lot for that. But owning a home is no longer necessary, and now I consider renting as an opportunity to get something I’ve wanted my entire life: my travel “bucket list.”
Living frugally is not deprivation if it gets you something you want. Cutting corners on things you don’t care so much about in order to have more money for stuff you do care about is one definition of living frugally. Another is to go for quality rather than quantity: Buy the best you can afford, but buy only the minimum number, and take care of it so it lasts.
I have a clipping from a recent New York Times article on retirement goals pasted into my journal that never fails to help me prioritize. The article suggests asking yourself the following three questions to determine what is truly important to you. I will paraphrase:
1. You have all the money you need. How would you live your life today?
2. You have only five years to live. What will you do with that time?
3. You have only 24 hours left on earth. What did you miss? What did you not get to do? Whom did you not get to be?
I would add:
4. You don’t have all the money you need. How do you find the funds and what do you give up to accomplish these goals?
What drastic measures have you taken? We’d love to hear them.—Carol Wiley Lorente
Thursday, January 7, 2010
A washer in the living room
I have a love/hate relationship with the “House Hunters” and “House Hunters International” programs on HGTV. I love to see the houses and apartments as the buyers tour them and shop for the perfect house, but their complaints about things such as paint color or no double-sinks in the bathroom never fail to infuriate me. “So change it after you buy the place,” I invariably grumble.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Awash in Plastic
At any given moment, my refrigerator shelves are a flurry of plastic. Trying to distinguish the green onions from the parsley or the romaine from the chard takes time, effort and tenacity.

