I’ve never really won anything. Well, except for $75 on a New Jersey Lottery scratch off ticket about three years ago. With that said, I wasn’t actually expecting to win a trip to Greenland. But when I Love Greenland — The Travel Community of Greenland.com hosted a Facebook contest to win a whirlwind adventure on the world’s largest island, my wife egged me on to enter. And she was damn persistent about it. To enter, people were asked to write an answer to one simple question: Why do you wish to visit Greenland? Seemed simple enough, right? In response, here’s what I wrote and posted on Greenland.com’s Facebook page:
My wife and I were married just a little over a year ago. We’re American – which is to say we’re poor, in our 40s, and struggle every day to keep everything afloat. We buy clothes at the secondhand store, drive a beat-up used Volvo, and have cheap Tungsten Carbide rings for wedding bands. Life together is an endless cycle of mundane tasks: Wake up. Work. Chores. Bills. Sleep. Repeat.
That’s not to say that we’re unhappy or unappreciative. My wife and I are desperately in love and are excited by the simple things in life: Photography, writing, art, culture, nature, exploring, and music make us the most happy. We like to dance and sing together. Looking at the stars is a big deal for us. A campfire in the woods is our heaven. A trail through a forest has an irresistible pull which neither of us can deny. Swimming in a lake at night is a treat. When we’re together, life’s simple pleasures give us the most joy.
In our spare time, we devise ways to leave the country together on epic journeys. We dream. We talk enthusiastically about new cultures, music and food. I’ve never been outside of America, but my wife and I look at atlases of the world and plan amazing adventures. We’re the type of couple that would love to go to some far away land and slip into the new world around us with open eyes, hearts and minds – How does the air smell? How does the grass feel beneath our feet? Where can we try food we’ve never tasted, or hear music we’ve never heard? Where can we meet amazing, new people? What color is the water? How can we best experience and respect the local culture? Are there opportunities, adventures or quests before us that we can dive into headfirst and look at each other afterwards, wild-eyed with giant smiles and say, “Can you believe we just did THAT?!”
But in our hearts, we know that this is a next to impossible task. Our lives and bills and obligations never allow it to come to fruition. So, we dream. And sometimes, it’s nice just to do that. However, I would be remiss if I didn’t convey that I would love to take my wife to Greenland, to let one of those dreams be real. Just for once. I would dance with her to Inuit music, and bask in Inuit culture. Maybe we’d get lucky, and see a polar bear, reindeer, musk ox, or arctic fox. A whale even! I’d kiss her for the first time all over again while dog sledding. We’d sit in silence looking at the beauty around us – the ice and snow, the stunning mountains just outside of Nuuk. We’d marvel at the Tupilaq art, traditional dress, and try suaasat and a Greenlandic coffee for the first time.
But mostly, I’d want to dance with my wife under the Northern Lights and whisper, “This isn’t a dream. We’re really here.”
It took me all but 20 minutes to write this. I just spoke the truth, hit send and forgot about it. Then, just two weeks after submitting this answer, I was in the shower getting ready for work when I heard my wife scream. At first, I thought someone had broken into our apartment to steal my valuable collection of rare Dio albums. But alas, this was not the case. My wife burst through the bathroom door, holding a laptop in her hand showing me this web page. We had won.
My head began to spin. I closed the shower curtain slowly in disbelief and began dry heaving. I had never left the United States, and now I was going to one of the most remote places on earth — above the Arctic Circle. Suddenly, dog sledding, icebergs, polar bears and the aurora borealis were on my radar. I didn’t even have a passport. Questions flooded my mind: What language did they speak in Greenland? Do we have to eat whale? Am I going to freeze to death? Christ, didn’t the Titanic sink near there? You’re going to need a bigger boat.
Apparently, come March 23, 2014, I’m going to find out.