a journey journal of sorts

The Dream of Getting Lost in Paris

2011-10-11T21:00:00.000-04:00

Why I have yet to make the journey to Paris is a mystery to me. A combination of reasons -- timing, expenses, fear, and the fact that if/when I go, I may never return -- have contributed to today's travel resolution. The dream of getting "lost in Paris" still thrives deep within my wanderlusting soul.

I started taking ballet lessons at age three in a dance studio run by an old school French-style ballet genius, a difficult find in smalltown suburb, Ohio. She was in her late 60s when I knew her best, blonde gentle curls, shoulder pads, gold bangling bracelets, cigarette in hand, poodle at foot, propped in her short white director's chair. The piano player pounded away at the keys while we trained at the barre. I was physically there, but mentally, I was in France.

From age three, French positions and terminology were engrained into my daily routine -- plie, rond de jambe, frappe, tour jete! I was destined to study the language in highschool. And I did.

The language entrigued me, almost felt like a part of me I had yet to discover. The more I learned, then more I yearned to see The Louvre, The Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, and stroll down the Champs-Elysees. But even more than visiting the many tourist attractions you simply must see, my ultimate dream would be to get caught up in everyday life in Paris.

To sip wine and people-watch from a cafe on a bustling avenue and graze on freshly made baguettes, croissants and croque monsieurs would be the perfect day. Follow that up with a walk through the city at night, hand-in-hand with the man I love, gazing at the moonlit City of Lights, and I would be one happy lady. Might as well even throw some rain in the mix. Fine with me. We'd get lost in the beauty of Paris, just reveling in the history, lifestyle and emotion that is undoubtedly French.

Someday.

Until then, I'll watch and rewatch Amelie, Sabrina and Midnight in Paris to get my fix. I'll listen to my Edith Piaf radio station on Pandora, read travel posts, and Google images for Paris.

Oh, to get "lost in Paris" ... I'm sure I'd find another missing piece of myself.

This article (among other things) in NY Times inspired this post.

French bottled water comercial, must see!

FranceGuide

First Trimester Road Trips - DC & Nashville

2011-05-23T20:56:00.002-04:00

It's official. I'm pregnant! We're ecstatic! Of course, constantly having the baby on my mind doesn't bode well for travel blog writing or traveling in general. Nonetheless, we've braved some road trips, lived to tell about them, and even have a couple more planned for this summer!

If you've ever been with child, or traveled with a woman who was, you know it can sometimes be tricky depending on morning sickness and her oversion to odors. We road-tripped to Washington, DC to visit family for the Easter holiday when I was only 8 weeks in. I was just getting used to the idea of this living, peanut-sized person swimming around in my belly, let alone constant nausea and waxing fatigue. "What's happening to my body!?" "Can people tell?" "Should I tell people yet? or wait it out a little longer?" My usual I-can't-wait-to-get-there giddiness was replaced with "will I have time for a nap?"

Some Tips for travel during your first trimester:

Bring plenty of bland snacks -- saltines, pretzels, granola bars, etc. We've been told that you're better off with something in your belly, and it turns out it's true.
Lots of water! -- which results in a pit stop about every hour or so. It's good for you though, so drink it.
Pack your prenatal vitamins -- You don't want to forget those, especially since we all tend to veer off course (as far as diet and nutrition is concerned) while traveling.
A fluffy pillow and room to stretch your legs. -- Try to share the driving with a pal so you can stretch out in the back seat. Keeping your feet elevated will also help decrease ankle swelling and back soreness.
Get out and stretch your legs, walk around and get the blood flowing every chance you get.

Once you arrive, eat mini meals like you do at home, rest when you can, plan on hitting the sack early and rising frequently to use the restroom. Bring super comfy shoes and loose-fitting clothes for walking around, and drink plenty of water during the day too! If you're comfortable telling your news to those you're traveling with, they might be more understanding when you need to stop and rest more often than usual. I chose to tell the family members we were with and chatting about it made it even more fun!

Next, we headed to Nashville, TN for the Rock 'n Roll Marathon and Half Marathon. We went with a large group of friends, mostly from OU so it was difficult to hide my non-alcoholic ways in the bars. I ended up spilling the secret to the group to make things a little easier.

Lucky for me, after running a half marathon, the rest of the group was just as tired as I was, often leading to early bedtimes and afternoon naps. I fit right in!

Nashville was pretty cool, but I can't help but think it's a million times better when you're able to party sans nausea and fatigue. Maybe we'll go back someday.

Just remember, you're still yourself while traveling pregnant, you just need to be patient, give yourself plenty of extra time for pit stops, frequent meals and naptime. The advice people keep giving me is "get out and do stuff while you can before the baby comes." So, that's what I intend to do!

Trips on deck :: a relaxing trip to East Hampton, NY to play on the beach; and a long weekend on a houseboat on Lake Cumberland, KY. Stay tuned for second trimester trips!

The Vacation Argument: An Oxymoron?

2011-04-05T20:52:00.002-04:00

You never know where your vacation will lead.

It’s like complaining about a free lunch or having too much fun. Who does it and what’s the point? The other day a friend of mine mentioned the fact that she and her man keep arguing every time they discuss their vacation options for this summer. Which part of Mexico should we go to? How long should we stay? What should we do there? Let’s do something else instead, etc.

One of them has too many vacation days to use up this year. Sucks to be you, right? Must be nice! The other one can’t seem to convince him that she can only afford one big trip this year. Here lies the issue. If they plan on vacationing together, they must make a choice. The quarrel ensues.

My advice? Just pick one. All options are lovely. There’s no sense in making your vacation (or vacation plans) stressful. The point of a vacation is to escape your everyday stresses in the first place. I know, it sounds much simpler than it is.

Decide on your ultimate “goal” for the trip. Whether it be adventure, to see a particular show, concert or attend an event, pure relaxation, good food, sightseeing or just plain old togetherness, you can surely narrow down your options by agreeing on a common goal.

Family vacations always sound like a good idea, until the planning actually starts. He wants to be active on vacation, but she wants to relax. They want to be pampered and eat at fancy restaurants every night, but they want to cook their own food and lounge in comfy clothes and bathing suits all week. Is it really worth the fight?

It never fails. Every year my extended family tends to have big ideas about a vacation we can take together, and then after a few months of debate and juggling everyone’s calendar conflicts, we never actually go. Someday I hope to remedy this vicious cycle of vacation arguing so we can simply enjoy each other’s company in beautiful place we can all afford at a time that works for everyone. But I digress …

Make yourself available. Compromise is key. Chances are you’ll have a great time no matter which vacation you choose. Check your calendar and offer plenty of options for weeks you’d be available to skip town. Plan ahead for requesting vacation days from work and add to your vacation fund whenever possible.

Take a risk. Never been out of the country and afraid to make the trip? Don’t be. Sure, getting a passport can be a frustrating (albeit expensive) task. Just do it. Get one, so you’re able to cross the border at a whim the next time your best friend wins a free trip to Mexico or your husband wants to take you to Niagara Falls for the weekend. I’m not talking about risking your life in North Korea or something … just easy international travel that millions of Americans do everyday (The Caribbean, Greek Isles, Western Europe, Australia, even Beijing or Tokyo). Book it and then fill in the details.

Just say “yes”. Say “no” less, and say “yes” more. Don’t be a stick in the mud, and be sure to keep an open mind. This is possibly the most important rule. OK, maybe even I wouldn’t jump at the chance to bungee jump off a bridge or go ice fishing for a week. No, no, I mean say “yes” to trying sushi at a great seafood restaurant at resort. Say “yes” to snorkeling in Mexico and don’t be afraid to be called up on stage to sing karaoke at a live show. Vacations are an opportunity for you to let loose and try new things in front of close family and friends (and 100s of people you’ll never see again). What better way to make a memory?

Everyone needs a vacation now and then. Speaking of which, I’d like one right now!

Concert or bust!

2011-02-14T18:15:00.000-05:00

How far would you travel for a concert? What if I told you it's a rock-n-roll concert next to the Sea of Cortez in Mexico and the weekend consisted of beach soccer tourneys at the resort, swim-up bars, fireworks, sunshine and lots of American fans?

I know what I'd say ... "Count me in!" I don't know the band, but that doesn't even matter, Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers have a fun sound and prove to please crowds every year at Circus Mexicus. According to a friend who's been there multiple times, we'll fly into Tucson, rent a car and 4-hour road trip it to Puerto Peñasco, Mexico (AKA Rocky Point), on the Pacific side of Mexico.

Nice way to spend a long weekend, don'tcha think?

Babies in the District

2011-02-07T18:10:00.001-05:00

It was a snowy and icy weeked in our nation's capital, but we were on a mission to meet our new neice once and for all. After a lovely drive through slush and pavement mist-flakes (the kind that seems to smear even more when you clean your windshield) and some groan-worthy encounters with Maryland slow-pokes who ride their brakes, we made it to Columbia Heights, a neighborhood in downtown Washington, D.C.

Even after a foul weather roadtrip, there's nothing sweeter than cuddling up with a newborn. That little bundle can paint a smile on your face quicker than you can say "gah gah, goo goo". Instant love, I say. Instant!

With a couple babies and 2 new mommies in our midst, we knew we weren't going to spend the weekend clubbing or taking shots left and right, and that was completely fine with me. Instead, we decided to tackle the district in the 2nd best way we know how ... We'd eat our way through it.

Friday night was a blur of gastropubs, Food Network, and Travel Channel suggestions and neighborhood favorites, which blended into more of the same on Saturday.

I went out with the guys on Friday night and the girls on Saturday night, and one thing I learned for all you single travelers out there is that if you're in the market for a significant other, go where they are. Seems obvious, I know, but the wine bars were crawling with women, and the beer pubs were overloaded with all male groups. Want a boyfriend? Skip the wine, and go get a beer! What a girlfriend? Dress up, grab a wingman and head to the wine bars.

Some notable stops on the way:

1) El Pollo Rico, Arlington, Virginia (see a clip from Anthony Bourdain's episode here): We walked away from this place thinking, "Yep. They did it right." Known as the "best Peruvian chicken joint around", this cafeteria-style restaurant serves only one thing - charcoal-broiled chicken (either by the whole, or by the 1/2 chicken). It was an inexpensive and delicious way to kickoff the food shuffle. Highly recommended!

2) The Red Derby, Washington, D.C.: Who doesn't love their beer in cans? Red Derby is a hole in the wall local bar (we love those!), featuring a superior beer menu with a wide variety of microbrews and rare-finds, served up in cans with a complementary plastic cup. That's how you know it's good! It's a long narrow place, but perfect for a cozy game of trivial pursuit, scrabble or a modge-podge of other board games provided by the bar. Good stuff, check it out!

3) Vinoteca, Washington, D.C.: Perfect place for a girls night out! Vinoteca has a great wine list, great bar service and a candlelight atmostphere perfect for deep conversation, catching up with girlfriends, or grabbing an after dinner drink on date night. My bro- and sis-in-law had their engagement party at this location, so she was eager to share the love with us. Crowded on a Saturday night, but a great meet-place overall!

4) Eat Bar, Arlington, Virginia: This was such a chic stop! Attached to Tallula Restaurant, this Gastropub had some fan favorite apps. At Eat Bar, we loved the lamb sliders, mussels and risotto fritters. Complete with a fab wine list, we were pleasantly surprised by the chilled out vibe, candlelit bar area and meat-themed T-shirts for sale. Would go back!

5) Meridian Pint, Washington D.C.: Eco-friendly and tres modern! The guys loved the draft and cask beer selection at this place. The service was a little lacking and the food was glorified bar food (we tried the nachos, wings and special dipping sauce, which we didn't care for), but the beer had a good range from 1st Amendment and Bell's to Dogfish and Great Lakes. Good place for an after dinner drink!

DC never fails to impress. And it doesn't hurt that we got to catch up with old friends, Alberto and Jen, along the way. Thanks to Elisa, Mike and Zoe for a fabulous weekend, as always!

Finally, Nashville, TN is on the List

2011-01-09T16:30:00.002-05:00

A runner I have never claimed myself to be. Swimmer? Sure. Dancer? Oh yeah. A Country Music fan? Yup! But a runner? I wish. Nevertheless, I couldn't pass up an opportunity to cross off a travel wishlist city of mine -- Nashville, Tennessee -- for this gigantic annual sports event.

The Country Music Marathon & 1/2 is coming up this spring and several of my friends are geeked up to run (or at least attempt to run most) of it. I'll be there with my camera and a sign, cheering for them along the sidelines.

Whenever a long-weekend trip comes up, the question is always whether to fly or drive. Should we use the airline miles we've worked so hard to obtain, or save them for a longer, pricier trip? I typically choose the latter, since I'm usually not the driver anyway. And in this case, after researching our flight options, it would in fact, be cheaper and more efficient to drive to the great country capital. We'll carpool with a friend and bunk up for the weekend, exploring every curve of the city and hidden restaurant and pub gem we can find.

Following my own past advice, I'll take the next few weeks to delve into some Nashville tourism sites and tip guides to compile a list of maybes to accomplish while we're in town. That's the fun part! The open-ended realm of possibilities your maybe list presents is the most exciting part of a trip, save the simple idea of skipping work for a couple days. That's also glorious. Everyone needs a breather now and then to remind them that there's a life outside of your cubical. Cubical smubical. Vacation is truly on the horizon now.

Now I've got some research to do.

SniqueAway, yes please!

2010-12-14T15:30:00.006-05:00

I love me a great deal, don't you? Here's a *Hot* new site to check out if you're planning a spontaneous getaway. SniqueAway :: http://www.sniqueaway.com/

A sister site of TripAdvisor, if you sign up for a free membership, you'll be sent updates for stunning escapes at a fraction of the price -- up to 50% off! If you act quickly (you have to since the deals only last up to a week unless they sell out quicker!), you can find some pretty wicked deals at some pretty awesome places.

Destinations like the British Virgin Islands, NYC, Playa Mujeres, Arizona, Chicago and England to name a few, top the list this week.

These resorts are breathtaking!
Check it out!

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If You Could Turn Back Time

2010-12-13T20:12:00.001-05:00

Promoted trending Twitter topics are usually pretty lame; however, a phrase this week was #IfIHadSuperPowers ... well, now that's interesting. I'm sure I'd choose flight, time travel, world peace, super strength, go-go gadget arms or something just like everyone else, but in my allotted Tweet space today, I went with:

@StacieKimberly :: "I'd teleport myself all over the world, #travel through time & live lavishly like a local at every location #IfIHadSuperPowers"

The destination options are endless! If you could turn back time, Where/When would you go?

Recent "The player who left" mumbo jumbo has triggered a multitude of letters to the editor, bloggeriffic bursts of positive & mostly negative feedback, news coverage galore and trips down memory lane -- back to times when Cleveland wasn't just a "shell of a city" outsiders see -- back to a time when our teams were winning teams and our economy was booming.

My first stop? I'd go to there.

Let's make it a simple trip to Cleveland in the 1940s during the Big Band era, when the Browns were title-winners and before the Cuyahoga River caught on fire. You might say this was one of the town's most intriguing periods in history ... booming arts, theater, employment, invention and nightlife. I'd trip myself there, donning a luxurious gown, flirty curls and a curvy silhouette. I'd roam The Flats in kitten heels, draping a faux fur shawl over my shoulders in the evening, perhaps even see a show at PlayhouseSquare.

Next would be France in the 1950s circa Audrey Hepburn in Sabrina. An apartment overlooking a courtyard, glowing fountain and 4-piece ensemble playing La Vie en Rose would be absolute heaven. I'd prop open the French doors to the terrace, lean way back in a wooden rocker and dream up plot lines for my novel. I'd take an evening stroll in my skinny black pants and ballerina flats, just as the street lamps would start to flicker, take a cooking class, and maybe even chop my hair to a pixie, just cuz. What a life ... maybe I'd never leave!

Since I'm already on the continent, I might as well trip my superself to England to hang with the Boleyn sisters and Queen Katherine's court in the 1510s. What a sight it would be to gaze at the countryside in all its untouched glory, don the yards upon yards of luxurious fabrics and rub elbows with royalty. I'd live through the flirting, hunting, conniving plots, scheming and corruption, then simply blink my way back home to modern conveniences.

Next, a New York City speakeasy during 1920s prohibition era in the summertime. Why? Because I can. 21 Club on West 52nd Street was raided often by police, but the system levers to sweep the bottles and series of underground wine cellars, helped these bootleggers to never get caught. The owners were legends at the time, often changing the bar name and rewarding regulars with souvenir scarves. I'd go to there with a short bob, feather boa, embroidered dress and costume jewelry. Why not?

After exploring opposing fashion trends, ways of life and blacks and whites, I'll need a vacation. With my superpowers, I'd do a few super workouts until my body was in perfect beach shape. I know what resort beaches are like today, so I'd trip myself somewhere slightly different but still familiar enough to know what's what -- a California party beach circa 1988. Sand volleyball, high-cut one-pieces, surfing and sunshine. I'd be an extra in an episode of Baywatch, go to a Beach Boys concert and host a beach party at Malibu Sands Beach Club. Could crazy big hair and fluorescent swimwear be so terrible? Nah. I'd check out the sunrise, then magically appear at my next location.

The travel options are endless! Where/When would you go? What time period has always intrigued you?

Travel 2.0

2010-11-23T21:08:00.003-05:00

Prior to my recent jet-sets from Cleveland to Hawaii (9 hours) and Beijing (13 hours) I had only travelled relatively short domestic distances by plane. For a flight lasting longer than the average person's workday, I couldn't imagine the lengths passengers would go to avoid muscle pains, trapped-in-an-aircraft-for-a-day-with-a-bunch-of-strangers-aphobia and, perhaps worst of all, boredom.

Thanks to a new generation of journey-friendly products and services I refer to as Travel 2.0, and a few calisthenics exercises, a long flight in coach can turn out to be a surprisingly positive experience.

In-flight Entertainment

My under the seat carry-on bag contained the usual self-entertainment items -- a book, magazine, iPod, headphones, cards, snacks, etc. -- but I barely read a page. Thanks to the mini TV screen mounted directly in front of my face, I was thoroughly entertained by movies (I Love You, Man; Marley and Me; Eclipse; Wizard of Oz; 40-Year-Old Virgin; Cars; The Proposal), TV shows (The Office; Curb Your Enthusiasm; Project Runway; History Channel selections), music (a dozen channels of different genres) and games on demand. Time flew by (no pun intended) just as quickly as if I were sprawled on out my own comfy couch watching TV on a Sunday afternoon ... except, I was sitting upright, surrounded by 100s of strangers in a dimly lit cabin of a Boeing 747. Just like home!

Bonus: Regular headphones with a standard connector work just fine in the arm rest plug -- no need to purchase the flight-specific set like the old days.

If you book a flight with touch screen options, you can easily select music, videos and flight info channels; and the trivia games allow you to play against fellow travelers on board. You're goin down, lady in 28B!

When you're ready for a snooze, set your screen to the map of your flight route. It was surreal to wake up and realize that we were directly over the North Pole on our way to the opposite end of the world. High-fives to Santa and all the penguins!

iPads

I was amazed to see how many iPads were popping out of the overhead bins. Mostly surprised by the fact they didn't belong to adults -- kids ages 4-12 were the ones with the $499 toy! Parents smartly loaded them up with kids' games, coloring apps, videos and Dora eposides before making the trip. I found myself wishing I had one of my own, and also relieved that the kids were being so calm and quiet while we were in the air.

Muscle Stretches & Seating Tips
On both of my flights there were people who stood up most of the trip. Parents walked up and down the aisles with their babies, older couples stood together and chatted in small groups and many passengers did ankle lifts and lunges to keep the blood flowing. When I wasn't sleeping, I made it a point to get up at least once an hour (try to get an end seat if you can, for easy exiting), to stretch my neck, legs and back.

For extra back support in your seat try using the blanket or pillow provided by the airline for a lumbar roll. Wear comfortable, breathable shoes, and layer up for better temperature control. The air tends to get stale, so even if you're getting chilly, you might want to switch on your air vent for some circulation. Bring your own blanket and neck pillow if you're able, and an eye mask and ear plugs are helpful for a more comfortable sleep.

Food Service vs. No Food Service

My flight to Beijing was 4 hours longer than my flight to Hawaii, but felt much shorter. How could that be? Food service makes all the difference. Try to find a flight that serves a meal and/or snack every few hours. Eating makes the time go by much faster by breaking up the trip into smaller chunks. If no food is provided, make sure to bring substantial snacks for yourself and eat every 3-4 hours. Drink plenty of water and avoid concentrated sugar drinks (like cranberry and tomato juice) toward the middle and end of the flight.

Many International flights offer complimentary beer and wine, which can help you sleep and calm your nerves.

What are your long flight travel tips?

Plans on the Horizon

2010-11-10T20:53:00.002-05:00

Do you have a vacation on the horizon? I mean, other than visiting your family and friends for the holidays ...

I've found that just by planning to plan a vacation in the next year or so, gives me a sunnier outlook on life. By giving yourself something to look forward to, you reduce your risk of ending up in a "rutt", or bored with the status quo. Try saving a few dollars here and there and starting a fund for your next journey. Getting away is a great way to remind yourself what's important in life. Recharge. Reset. Explore!

On your lunch break or while you're doing the dishes tonite, decide what type of vacation you need next. It might be exotic, relaxing, touristy, adventurous, entertaining, peaceful, etc ... you decide! Maybe you crave just hitting the road with a light bag, your GPS and some snacks for a short jaunt to a nearby state. It's completely up to you ... it's your vacation ... that's the beauty of it.

Once you've narrowed down your type, decide what you'd like to accomplish while you're there. Is this a place you've been before? If so, you might just want to take it easy and go with the flow. Things will be familiar ... maybe plan to hit up just one new place while you're there to keep it interesting. You never know -- you just might find a new favorite restaurant or scenic view!

Perhaps your goal is to read that great novel you haven't had time for, or even to start writing your own! Maybe you want to indulge yourself with great food and wine, or be entertained by live music, shows or nightlife. Or maybe your goal is to accomplish nothing. Just relax. That's a beautiful thing too!

If you're stepping outside your comfort zone and going somewhere exotic (maybe a different country or a place with a culture or language different than you're used to), plan to leave in a few months (at least) to give yourself plenty of time to do your research. If you're a person who likes a structured vacation, look into guided tours, local entertainment, amusement parks, museums, shows and restaurants before you jet set to a new land. There's nothing more difficult than arriving in a foreign country with no clear plans, or at least a familiarity with the layout on a map. If you're a member of AAA, they have great maps and knowledgable travel agents who've been to most of the common vacation spots around the world.

Need a break? Maybe you've decided that since your last couple trips have been packed with touristy plans and busy schedules, that you're ready for an all-inclusive paradise resort vacay -- a true "I'm gonna do what I want to, when I want to" escape from reality, where you can just unwind and recharge your battery. If you're feeling even lower-maintenance, how about just driving to a beach, renting a condo, preparing your own meals, reading books and laying on the beach with a cold drink in your hand? Sounds lovely to me :)

After our trip to Beijing -- filled with anxiety, fear of the unknown and overstimulation -- my husband and I are in need of a little pampering and relaxation. Next stop :: all-inclusive paradise! Not quite sure where yet ... but the research has officially begun for our big trip of 2011!

Happy travels!

Things I Learned in China

2010-11-07T19:47:00.005-05:00

After an eye opening, life changing, 3-week visit to Beijing, I'm glad to say I'm officially back in America. Back in Cleveland. Back home!

There's no way I could have possibly prepared myself for everything I'd experience halfway around the world. The customs, food, culture, language and people couldn't be any more different than the U.S. They push and shove. They spit. They eat dried seaweed as a snack. They risk their lives just crossing the street. They're intelligent and kind and extremely professional, all speaking at least two languages. They drink only hot drinks in the winter, barely ever touch food with their hands and are very superstitious about life in general. A lot of the English is a choppy broken British English, making communication even in my own language difficult. I managed to live and work there for 3 weeks, but there was no lack of struggle involved. It was truly a humbling experience that I'll never forget.

About the PRN Office

The office is on the 7th floor (just like here!) of a building called Maple Tree Tower. It's located amidst the hustle of the Central Business District (the "CBD") of Chaoyang District, Beijing. Super close to major subway and bus stations, it's a great location for commuters and business people in general. Editorial is made up of 8 editors who sit in the same room with CSRs, Marketing, Tech and Media Relations. The office is new, clean, purple, and has an energetic and enthusiastic vibe -- it's a great place to work.

Some things I learned from Chinese PRNers

They are amazing. I've never been surrounded by so many wonderful people. They took me in as if I was one of their own -- across all departments -- always inviting me to lunch, dinner, out on the weekends, etc. They take pride in every job they do, never hesitating to help one another. If anyone asked for help, someone was immediately at his or her side. Their sense of urgency and customer service was unbelievable, something I've hoped to bring back home with me. Their SOPs and workflow are completely different than ours, but by working together and constantly communicating, somehow their system works, and their clients very rarely complain.

Clients pay for 100% of their charges on the day they sign their contracts, so there are no cost estimates involved with the job. Clients have a more specific standard distribution they always use, and editors are required to make a quota of "client visits" each month. They know their clients very well and strive to make their experience with PRN absolutely perfect. Editors live by their hard copy check sheets, making all of their memos on paper to hand off to the processor. (It's difficult to read ... as there are a few different languages written on the page in handwriting. And they consistently make their 9s backwards!)

Hands down, the greatest thing I observed from working in China was that no matter what job a person has -- from a top level business executive or police guard, to a waitress or street sweeper -- they seem to have enormous personal pride in their work. Never assuming that they deserve a job, they work hard to move up and to succeed in life. As an American woman working for PR Newswire, it has taken a trip to Beijing to help me realize that by re-examining my own work ethic, I could expand and virtually redefine what personal success means to me. It's a truly amazing and life-changing notion and an idea I'd love to extend to all of you!

After visiting a world that couldn't be more different than our own, I feel recharged with a new perspective as an Editor for PR Newswire.

I'd love to share stories and bounce ideas back and forth with all of you!

xie xie, It's so great to be home!

Cheers,

The Forbidden City, China

2010-10-25T21:42:00.010-04:00

It was a smoggy 60 degree Saturday in Beijing. We woke up, ate breakfast and jotted down subway directions to world's largest surviving palace complex, The Forbidden City, in China. Ready to venture out on our own, we anxiously packed our cameras, scarves and snacks for a day trip to this ancient Chinese Imperial Palace from the Ming Dynasty.

Subway Line 1 seemed busy for a Saturday in the business district, but we boarded the train anyway. We'd been to both New York City and Washington D.C. in the past, but found that China's subway is by far the easiest to navigate as a foreigner. Maps are displayed everywhere inside the station, listing landmarks and the direction you're headed, and the station itself is wide open, clean and bright. Honestly, Guomao Station feels like you're travelling into the future instead of just North-South / East-West.

Advertisements are complete with moving images, pop-out 2-D displays, and colored lights lining the floors and walls. You're underground, but it feels like daytime.

We rode the subway to the Tien'anmen East exit, where we rode the escalator to the surface and into a Chinese time warp. To the left was a busy street lined with local restaurants, rickshaws and Chinese faces. And to the right was a sworm of people from all continents and cultures, all bottlenecking their way into the entrance of The Forbidden City. Prepared to pay our 60 rmb each, we held on to each other's hands and prayed that we'd make it through the crowd in one piece.

Stop. Go. Stop. Go. People don't look up or around or care where they're stepping. If they want a photo, they are stopping. No questions asked. No" excuse mes" or "I'm sorrys". They just let you run into them and continue to go about their business, talking amongst themselves in their respective tongues. "Are you sure we want to go in?" I asked one last time. "Well, we're here, so let's just keep goin'," said my husband.

Over the moat and inside the main entrance we went.

I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I'm sure the reality blew it out of the water. Through the tunnel, we followed the crowds, tour groups and guards to the outside where the scene opened up into an immense courtyard of sorts. We were surrounded by 980 gigantic structures all topped with Chinese roofs, carvings, gargoils and traditional palatial architecture so unique to the culture that we were instantly transported to another time completely. One can imagine great emperors roaming the grounds with their flocks of concubines following closely behind them. Relics of water urns line the walls inside, which at one time served as firefighting tools in case the ancient collection of wooden structures accidentally caught on fire. It's simply overwhelming to imagine the ceremonies, birthdays, weddings and Chinese history that took place on the very grounds on which we were walking.

The smog hung heavy over the tops of the buildings as we ventured into the inner courtyard. The trees, winding paths and charming Chinese structures were breathtaking. I couldn't stop snapping photos! Signs indicated that these inner gardens were where the Emperors and Emperesses "amused" themselves with poetry, games and laughter. A charming setting for certain.

Finally, we'd reached the throne rooms, boarded up and englassed with windows, of course. You could peer inside for a quick look if you pushed your way up to the front. As we made our way back to the front of the city (another hour long walk) we couldn't help but notice that people were outstretching their arms on their tip-toes just to touch the ancient relics throughout the city. They fought their way up to the front of lines to catch a short glimpse of the throne rooms where ancient ceremonies and history had taken place 100s of years before. We were amazed at their reverance.

Our trip home on the subway was a much different experience than our way to Tien'anmen Square. As soon as we entered the station, we were right back in present times, pushing and shoving and cramming into tiny spaces to stand on the train. After 5 stops we heard "Guomao Station" and prepped for our escape. The doors opened and we were free again; back to our bubble in the business district. We were safely back in 2010, with photos from the past to document our Chinese adventure.

My China Arrival

2010-10-18T10:00:00.005-04:00

I've never been a minority, neither living in Cleveland nor anywhere else I've ever gone. I've always been one of many -- White, American, English-speaking and "in style" fashionwise. I've never stood out as someone who looks or speaks differently than everyone else. I've always felt that I belong.

On October 10, 2010, my world was reversed, fast-forwarded 12 hours and completely switched backwards from everything I've ever known. "Don't freak out," was all I kept telling myself as I wandered my way toward the arrivals gate at Beijing Captial International Airport. "Don't look suspicous or scared. Just try to blend in." Armed with my passport and pre-stamped China Visa, I knew I was prepared. I was prepared, right? Wait. What was I getting myself into?

Alone. Nothing familiar. Different.

As I approached the arrivals gate, I took my place behind one of dozen counters that was marked "Foreigner". My flight was the first of many arriving at the same time, so I was lucky enough to be relatively close to the front of line. More travelers were filing in behind me by the hundreds, carry-ons in hand, speaking all different languages. I heard someone speaking English off in the distance. British English. Still foreign to me. People pushed and shoved their way into lines and stood on top of each other to avoid cut-ins.

With swollen ankles from my 13-hour flight, there I was, inching my way to the front, my heart racing with anxiety and fear of the unknown. After about a half hour, finally, it was my turn at the arrivals counter. The man took my passport without a word. I smiled. There was no return smile. He made a slash across my Visa, said "OK," and pointed for me to walk on through. I breathed a quick sigh of relief ... and I was on my way to baggage claim.

Surprisingly, retrieving my two checked bags and clearing customs were the easiest parts of my arrival. Baggage carts were available by the dozen, just like grocery carts, lined up along every wall. I grabbed one and booked it toward carousel #41. My baggage was right there waiting for me, neatly stacked side-by-side, with the green ribbons I'd attached streaming happily as identification. Customs was just a walk-through gate. No one even checked anything, as long as you weren't claiming any goods out of the norm. Phew!

Now, imagine you're a movie star on the Red Carpet with paparazzi lining the walkways holding signs, wearing fan t-shirts and shooting photos. That's what the arrivals gate in Beijing is like, except it's all Chinese faces staring back, and they're all waiting to pick up someone other than you.

Pushing my cart of luggage, I looped around to the far end of the "receiving" line and I heard someone yell my name. A familiar face! Pushing through the sworm of people, I could see my friend, Anne, there to pick me up. If it wasn't for her, I would have been doomed to somehow take a taxi cab by myself to a place that I didn't even know how to pronounce in Chinese. Thank goodness for Anne and her Mandarin skills. She was truly a lifesaver who put me at ease in this foreign place.

As if the airport wasn't an adventure in itself, I knew from that point on would be a great struggle to do anything that involved communication. Checking in. Eating. Working. Training colleagues. Getting from place to place.

I was overwhelmed ... but mostly humbled and intrigued. Much more to come!

China Visa

2010-09-21T18:00:00.001-04:00

My Visa application is on its way to the consulate. Flight & hotel are booked. Now it's a waiting game. Even though I've followed all of the Visa instructions to a tee, I'm still nervous for everything to run smoothly. Denial and I do not get along ...

I picked up a couple guides: Top 10 Beijing (Eyewitness Travel) and Mandarin Phrasebook (lonely planet). Hopefully these can help me plan excursions and get around the city.

Today is the start of China's Mid-Autumn Festival of the Harvest Moon, which really got me thinking about how excited I am to experience their culture! There's so much color, enthusiasm and tradition that I'm just hoping I'll be able to take it all in without being too overwhelmed.

So far my Mandarin knowledge is quite slim:
Ni hao, ma? = How do you do?
Xie Xie = Thank you

Next Stop - Beijing!

2010-09-06T12:00:00.002-04:00

Ni hao, ma?

You read it right, my wonderlust is taking me to Asia! I always said I'd like to experience China someday, but I never actually thought it would happen. I'll be spending 3 weeks in the ChaoYang district of PRC's capital, Beijing, this fall. I can't wait to start researching and learning some key Mandarin phrases. Any tips you have would be lovely, as I'm definitely venturing into foreign territory here.

Stay tuned for more info about my travel plans, how to obtain a Visa, etc.

Great Wall of China

Rooftop view of part of the Beijing skyline

ChaoYang District (where I'll be staying)

Temple of Heaven, Beijing

The Road to Hana - Maui, Hawaii

2010-08-18T16:30:00.004-04:00

Where else in the world can you cliff dive into a waterfall, swim in a sacred pool, dig your toes into a black sandy beach, drive over dozens of one-lane bridges, walk through a lava tube or gaze at the natural and virtually untouched landscapes of the Pacific Ocean off the islands?

If you ever have the chance to go to Maui, one thing is certain -- you simply must drive the road to Hana. Take the entire day to explore some of the newest beaches on Earth, created by volcanos and carved by the thrashing of waves over the course of thousands of years.

They offer tours, but I've heard some horror stories of broken AC, bad translators and bumpy-car-sickness-buses. You're better off renting a vehicle that you feel comfortable driving on narrow, winding roads for 6+ hours, so you can spend as much or as little time as you'd like at each stopping point. (Note: Make sure to add multiple drivers to your rental insurance if you plan to share the drive). We opted for a Jeep Rubicon with the top off, and it worked out perfectly.

Things You'll Need:

Maui Revealed guidebook (or another book that lists each attraction by mile marker), or CD
Packed lunch, snacks and plenty of water
Hand sanitizer
Old hiking shoes if you plan on walking the paths to more hidden waterfalls
Bathing suit under your clothes
Sunglasses/Hat
Beach towel if you plan on swimming
Camera

Road to Hana Tips:

Depending on where you're driving from, make sure to leave early in the morning. Most tours start around 8-9AM, so it's a good idea to start ahead of the pack at 6-7AM. At any given stop, there is only enough room in the pullout for 1-2 cars to park.
Make sure you have a full tank of gas. The town of Paia is the last stop with a gas station before you get to Hana.
If the weather calls for a chance of rain, make sure to bring waterproof clothes/bag for valuables.
Keep the windows and top down and take in the flowery aromas and breathe in the muggy air.
Read the legends and history in the guidebook along the way so you know what you're seeing. Hawaii is full of stories, and reading them made the trip memorable.
Don't rush. Take your time on the road. The road is the attraction. Once you get to Hana there isn't much to see -- just a sleepy, laid back town. It's about the trip there, and it's extraordinary for sure!
Pull off to the side if you're being followed closely. Locals zoom around the tight curves with ease. Pulling over is what the locals call "driving aloha".
Don't drink the water. It's not safe. Drink your bottled water.

There are dozens of waterfalls to see along the way. The guidebook will lead you by mile marker to the easiest ones to see, but there are countless others if you're brave enough to hike for a couple hours in the jungle. We chose to stick close to the road. Here are some of my favorite waterfall shots!

Make sure drive with the windows open and top down. The roads were breathtaking!

I've been to plenty of beaches in my days of travel, but truly had never seen a more vivid contrast of colors, natural beauty and inspiring views until we reached the black sand and black pebble beaches. They're definitely worth the stop. You've never seen anything like it!

There a lots of caves, paths and lava tubes to explore in this wonderland. You have to crouch down low to get through some of them, but then they open up unto a world of bright blue crashing waves on a black sand beach overgrown with vivid green. This is planet Earth at its finest.

Toward the end of your journey, you'll come to place the guidebooks call the Seven Sacred Pools, however, after much reseach, we've discovered that there's actually nothing "sacred" about them and there are many more than seven! The area was originally referred to as O'heo Gulch. Since the owner of the land wished to share his beloved natural oasis with locals and travelers, he decided to change it to its current name to attract more visitors. Whichever way you choose to refer to it, these pools are amazing.

This gulch is where the fresh rain water from the top of the mountain drains into waterfalls, each with their own pool, until the fresh water reaches the sea at the very bottom. Gradually, each pool gets a more salty as the water combines with the ocean. Needless to say, this water is not drinkable and even carries bacteria, but it's the perfect place for a quick dip before continuing your journey to Hana. Highly recommended.

The photos just simply don't do it justice. The road to Hana is the adventure of a lifetime. Truly. You won't be disappointed if you take some chances, get dirty and explore the world around you!

Coastal Ohio :: Cedar Point

2010-07-30T14:50:00.003-04:00

Sounds exotic doesn't it? The truth is, it's fabulous. Plain and simple, Cedar Point is the best amusement park on the planet. That's right, I said it.

You pull into the parking lot, step out of the car and can already hear the screams of excitement, smell the wafting aroma of carnival foods and feel the warmth and moisture of coastal Lake Erie. Now it officially feels like summer.

Ever since I can remember, my family and I would make the hour-long car trip to Sandusky every summer at least once. It was a day we anxiously anticipated -- planning the perfect outfits, packing roadtrip games, stuffing our fanny-packs and breaking in our shoes in preparation of the miles we'd walk around the park.

As a kid, Cedar Point is an experience filled with "firsts" -- your first big kid ride; your first real roller coaster; your first box of authentic salt water taffy; your first live show, and the list goes on. Before I was tall enough to ride the big rides, I distinctly remember riding the Jr. Gemini 12 times in a row -- the last time, with my hands up like a big kid. From there, I never looked back. I'd be tall enough for the big coasters by the next summer.

Cedar Point is a park filled with history. I just wish I could have seen it at its earliest!

In the 1870s, you could pay local businessman, Louis Zistel, a measly 25 cents for a ride on his boat to the Sandusky peninsula, where he owned and operated a beer garden, bathhouse on the beach and dance floor. According to old newspapers, Cedar Point "sailing and bathing parties" were all the rage back in the day. The first coaster was built in 1892, towering at an amazing 25 feet high and reaching speeds up to 10 mph -- What a thrill! To them, it was one of the first of its kind. A true rarity. From there, the park was transformed little by little into the park we know and love today. It now boasts an incredible 17 roller coasters, and tons of other thrill rides!

We just made the trip to Cedar Point with 2 other couples and had a blast! As adults, the park is where you'll experience a few more of life's "firsts" -- your first beer in a saloon; your first backache from a wooden coaster; your first case of whip lash -- not quite as glamourous, but still milestones nonetheless.

You can't call yourself a thrill seeker or roller coaster lover without making the trip to Cedar Point at some time in your life. Go now before you're too old to ride the coasters ... lest be doomed to the role of "mom or dad" who holds everyone's fanny packs, waiting for the youngsters by the ride photo stand.

If you do decide to test your thrillseeker-ness at Cedar Point, be sure that you can stay past sunset. Some of the best views from the top of the coasters are at night. The twinkling lights and laser show make for some awesome landscapes. I promise you'll love it.

My personal Top 5 coasters:

1) Millenium Force -- The line is usually long at any time of day, but I promise that the ride is worth it. It's over 2 minutes of hills, curves, twists and speed.

2) Magnum -- Another steel coaster, this one is a classic. In its day, it was the tallest/fastest coaster in the world. Now, it's the one you can ride over and over taking silly pictures in the tunnels, since the wait is usually pretty short.

3) Raptor -- You've gotta ride this one at night. Your feet dangle, so take off your shoes and air out your feet! Lots of twists, turns and upside-downs on this one. Great!

4) Gemini -- I'm a Gemini, so I might be biased, but this one is fun because it's differnet. It's wooden, and runs side-by-side with another car, so you race! The multiple quick hills will surprise you!

5) Mean Streak -- If you asked me 5 years ago, I'd tell you I hate this ride. It's bumpy, I'm not gonna lie, and with over 2-minutes of belly drops, it will make you wish you didn't just eat those cheese fries. I can't stop smiling on this coaster for some reason. Others hate it and I understand why.

There's always a new ride to try out each year, and the newest, the Maverick, does not disappoint.

Other great rides you should try:

1) SkyHawk -- This is basically a gigantic swingset for 40 people. It's a fan favorite, especially for kids. Lots of belly-dropping good laughs. Short lines.

2) Power Tower -- Both Up and Down are great, but Down is my personal favorite.

Happy Coastering!

Beach Reads

2010-07-08T19:47:00.000-04:00

At the pool last weekend my friend said something that got me thinking. I warned her that water was creeping up on the paperback she was reading, and she said, "That's okay, I actually love when my books get wet ... seriously." I realized right then that she was right. There's nothing better than a good pool or beach read novel with crinkled edges and water spots. Others love the old library book smell. They're the signals of a good book -- people have read it. A lot!

I have a couple of favorite vacation reads that have been through hell and back, and still manage to survive the re-reading, borrowing and torture they've been through. If you're looking for a couple of no-nonsense romantic novels that don't claim to be anything more than the read-for-fun books they are, try out these two:

The Fling by Elda Minger is my all-time favorite book of this genre. Based in Hawaii, it's a book that will wisk you away to a tropical place filled with emotion, romance, exotic destinations and plot twists. It keeps you on your toes, but doesn't make you think too much. I've read this one a few times -- it's kinda like rewatching your favorite movie. It's a fantasy that never gets old. Buy it for a penny used on Amazon. It's worth the $0.01 + shipping! :)

Heartbreak Hotel by Jill Marie Landis is another book to read in a bikini and flip flops on the beach. Actually, I might prefer reading this one on a balcony under the stars with a glass of wine. It's a romance, but not really. There's murder, a widow's walk, mystery, strangers-turned-lovers-turned-strangers again and a character map that's just detailed enough to keep you guessing. Get it used on Amazon for under a dollar. Apparently it's part of a trilogy of which I was not aware. I'll check em out!

Telling the world (or even just your friends) your favorite books is risky business. Reading a book, especially multiple times, takes true committment. It's like peering into one's soul! I hope you like these if you give them a chance. Like I said, they're nothing groundbreakingly new that we haven't seen before. They are fun. Let me know what you think, and do share your favorite beachworthy novels. I love me a good pageturner!

Packing for a Roadtrip to the Beach!

2010-07-06T21:00:00.003-04:00

Can't wait to kick back & soak up the sun!

Only a few more days until we hit the Pennsylvania Turnpike (aka my nemisis) for sunshiney East Hampton, NY. It'll be a week of family fun on the beach! In case you're revving up for a roadtrip yourself, here are some tips from a seasoned roadtripper:

Have Cash on Hand:

Pulling up to a tollbooth when you have no cash (or easypass card) feels like the worst thing ever. Plan ahead to have small bills on hand. Bring a couple 20s, a few 10s, some 5s, 1s and a roll of quarters. Quarters may come in handy for street parking later on, depending on your destination.

Road Snacks:

You're going to the beach, so who really wants to stop for body-bloating fast food on the way? Not me. Instead, pack healthy, car-friendly road snacks. Some of our favorites are granola bars (with fiber so they fill you up), string cheese, apples, bananas, lean beef jerky, combos and something sweet like mentos or starburst. Don't forget gum, energy drinks (coffee!) and lots and lots of water. Make sure to bring some napkins in case of spills and a bottle of travel purell (antibacterial hand liquid) to use before eating.

We've found that bringing your own callapsible cooler on wheels is a great way to tote these snacks, and then again to use on the beach! Bring a re-freezable ice pack to keep your drinks chilled.

Music / Books on Tape
No one likes to drive in silence for 10+ hours, so be sure to plan accordingly. If you and your driving partner/possy like the same music, you're in good shape. Bring your iPods with auxilary hookup and shuffle through your mixes, or grab your old CDs for some great throwback favorites. If you have enough time, create a mix made special with this trip in mind. Every good roadtrip deserves a themesong! If music gets old, take a break and pop in a book on tape or comedy CD. Be careful though, just because you're into the plotline, doesn't mean the rest of your group is anxiously awaiting the next 8 discs.

A good comedy CD makes an hour on the road fly by, but the reverse is true for terrible comedy. If you forget to pack any of these things, don't worry! As long as you have a good positive attitude for the road ahead, just turn on a local radio station. You'd be surprised at some of the gems you might find. When was the last time you heard Lisa Loeb's "Stay"? Yeah ... me neither, until roadtripping on Maui. It must have come on 4 times in one day! ... an extremely unexpected theme song of the trip.

Beach Things

I've already mentioned the collapsible cooler, which I highly recommend double-dutying for the beach, but other than that, some other beach necessities include: beach sheet/blanket, umbrella, sunglasses, small iPod speakers with water/sandproof casing, towels, beach chair, drink coozie, playing cards, sunscreen, snacks, cornhole boards and bags, a frizbee, a ball of some sort, and a big beach bag to bring it all in. If you're riding a bike to the beach, remember your helmet, and be sure your beach bag is some sort of backpack.

One of the awesome things about taking a roadtrip to the beach is the fact that you can personalize your beach fun. If your family has a game you love to play in grass, chances are you can play it on sand too. Our favorites are cornhole and bocci ball. You'd be surprised how much a little bit of sand can change the game completely! Since you don't need to worry about checking bags or packing limitations, you can bring whatever you want. A major beachday plus!

The most important thing to remember when roadtripping is to keep an open mind and have a positive attitude. Driving in the car for an extended period of time is not comfortable, but you can make it great with some creativity and positivity (creatisivity?!). If you get lost, make a memory in an unexpected place, then turn around. It's all about how you look at it. You're not lost if you love who you're with!

Mahalo for Removing Your Shoes - Sunrise at Haleakala

2010-07-03T08:00:00.005-04:00

This little sign was the first thing we saw upon arriving at our rented condo on Maui. The "Mahalo for removing your shoes" sign hung so politely in the breezeway that we couldn't help but take only one step inside before slipping off our shoes and placing them neatly in the foyer. Mahalo to you for your politeness. You're very welcome!

We settled in and explored our new home-for-a-week at the Maui Kama'ole. This place was all laid out for us, and we couldn't be more pleased with its amenities. The ocean front view was to die for -- perfect for morning reading on the lanai and sipping wine and gazing at the sunset in the evening. The owners left us authentic Maui Coffee for brewing, a Maui Revealed guidebook, along with several other tip sheets and pamphets, and an assortment of beach-read worthy novels, games and DVDs. The condo boasted brand new stainless steel appliances, in-suite laundry, 2 flat screen TVs, granite countertops and the lovliest Hawaiian decor we could have hoped for. It was adorable, beautiful and perfect for our getaway!

Before arriving on Maui we decided that there were 6 things we definitely needed to see/do before heading back to the mainland:

Driving the Road to Hana
Sunrise at Haleakala
Luau
Tedeschi Vineyards / Maui Brewing Co.
Eat like a local
Relax at the beach!

To make sure our trip felt like a vacation rather than a stilted trip with a regimented schedule, we agreed on something very important: We'd have 1 goal/activity to accomplish every day with the caveat that if we changed our minds we would change our plans, no problem. If you want to stay up all night and sleep in all day, do it. If you want to go to bed early and wake up at 5am, do that too. It's vacation! My suggestion for Maui, is to follow what the sun is doing to maximize your daytime experience.

We were surprised to find on that in the Hawaiian time zone, the sun rises around 5:30am and sets at around 7:30pm (much earlier than we'd expected). Make sure you check sunrise/sunset times and plan your excursions accordingly. Since the sun rises so early and we were making the 2-hour trip from Kihei to the summit of Haleakala for the sunrise, we had to wake up at 2:00am to hit the road in time.

Sunrise at Haleakala

Whether or not you're a religious person, you'll be sure to have some sort of spiritual experience atop this giant dormant volcano. Maybe it's being above the clouds in freezing cold temperatures that messes with your head ... but I prefer to believe that up there you're closer to God, seeing the sun rising in the East from as close to His point of view you can get on foot. It's a truly remarkable experience that everyone should attempt at least once.

If you plan to go, pack accordingly. You might think you're tough -- especially if you're used to Cleveland winters like we are -- but the chill factor up there is a force to be reckoned with. Plan to arrive at the summit when it's still dark (at least 30 minutes before sunrise) so you can experience the vast nothingness. It's a void out there with no light, save for the twinkling constellations above. If you're brave enough to face the wind, be sure to get there early enough to stargaze.

Things you'll need:

Layered clothing - think winter tailgate day in Cleveland and double it
Flashlight
Big warm blanket
Winter hat, gloves, scarf
Camera
a snack for the road & lots of water

Here's us all bundled up at the summit as the sun was rising. I'll never forget it!

Aloha! ... Hawaii part 1

2010-06-01T16:30:00.005-04:00

Aloha friends! We've been back in the continental U.S. for less than a week, and I'm seriously reconsidering our decision to buy round trip tickets. Beach withdrawl has officially set in, and my Hawaiian suntan is peeling and fading away little by little ...

It was the vacation of a lifetime ... truly a week I will remember fondly for the rest of my days. Brimming with natural beauty, exciting adventures, awe-inspiring views and life-changing experiences, Maui is a magical place.

It's really something when you can return from a vacation full of adventure and activities and say you are "refreshed". It's not that my body felt rested and relaxed after a week on the islands ... no, no, no, that's not what I mean. I'm talkin' "refreshed" in the sense that my will to live, explore and appreciate the world has been completely rejuvenated. It's as though Hawaii gradually unplugged my old life over the course of a week and jump-started a new one ... another beginning ... a reawakened version of my former self.

I'm not sure if it's the fruit, the sea, the flowers or a combination of all three that make the air literally smell sweet on Maui. I know they have less pollution, but sweetness!? Plumeria were blooming right outside our condo and birds of paradise greet you on the walk toward Kama'ole Beach III ... the gentle waves crash in the distance as you stroll past lawn loungers in the beach park, just laying, belly-up, engulfing themselves in the sea breeze and sunshine. You wonder how long they've been lying there ... a couple minutes, an hour, four days ... and suddenly it doesn't matter. They become a part of the landscape ... the truly unique landscape that encompasses the natural spirit of aloha.

Trip Details:

Duration: 1 week in May 2010

Location: Kihei, Maui, HI

Airline: American Airlines & Hawaiian Airlines

Condo: Maui Kama'ole - Hawaiian Condo Rentals via Expedia

Car: Jeep Rubicon via Dollar Car Rentals

I could probably write an entire book about everything we did in our Hawaiian paradise, so this trip will most definitely be a poly-part extravaganza. Stay tuned for more posts about Sunrises & Sunsets, the Road to Hana, Maui Winery & Brewery, Beaches, Upcountry, Resort vs. Condo, How to plan/pack, etc.

Until then, aloha & mahalo!

Bikini Found .. x2!

2010-05-19T11:25:00.000-04:00

I thought it was hopeless. Would I never find a bikini I love as much as my little black bandeau? Was I doomed to roam the beach forever in a morbid shade of noir?  OK ... a little dramatic, but still! My time left before taking to the skies for Maui were dwindling, along with my motivation and optimistic shopping attitude, when I found myself in the sale racks at none-other than my bff, Target.

There they were -- bright, bold colors and funky bikini styles calling out my name. "Try me! Try me!" I couldn't resist.  Since they actually had all the right sizes, I felt the need to proceed to the dressing room.

Aloha good fit! I found myself actually enjoying the image staring back at me. Green happens to pull just the right hue from my sunkissed skin to make me look even tanner. I was in luck! Struggling to choose between a plain aqua blue/green twist bandeau and a slightly dimmer shade of green with gold sparkle designed bandeau, I chose to splurge and get both, for a grand total off ... drumroll please ... $60!

I'm not kidding.  After months of searching the racks ... Yesssss! Two perfect new bikinis called out to me and I answered ... "Yes, you may accompany me to Hawaii, thank ya very much!"

Butterflies

2010-05-11T16:38:00.001-04:00

I woke up this morning with a crazy little feeling. Picture your first kiss ... the anticipation ... the build-up ... the anxiety ... the butterflies in your stomach. It's finally starting to hit me .... I-am-going-to-Hawaii!!!

Ever since my childhood friends vacationed on the islands and returned with my very own authentic grass skirt and shell necklace souvenirs, I've dreamt of going for myself. That's almost 3/4 of my life spent imagining what it's like to land on Maui. Flying over the Pacific to the middle of the open sea, you're halfway to Japan out there! Of course, I've seen pictures, watched movies and specials on TV, but I'm willing to bet that nothing is like quite seeing it in person.

This will be my first true island adventure vacation where I'll comb the beaches, drive the tricky offroads, gaze at waterfalls, climb volcanos, hike the palm forests and breathe in the Hawaiian breezes. Maybe I'll even eat a pineapple or 2 ... or 7. Spending a week, living like the locals do. I simply can't wait!

For now, it's time to do some research and plan out a few specific day trips and activities. I sense some sunrises, great beaches, historic towns and great wineries in my future. But the rest will simply be filled with relaxation time on the beach with my man. Aloha!

Pack Light, Be Happy

2010-04-30T07:26:00.001-04:00

Having a vacation on the horizon is the perfect excuse to buy a ~~few things~~ whole new summer wardrobe. I'm not much of a shopper, but when it comes to sundresses, summery sandals, beach bags and shades, you can color me happy!

I just purchased this little ditty yesterday at American Eagle. Not a typical AE fan, I was surprised to find such a comfy sundress for cheapish. It'll be great with a belt and flip flops in Maui! Speaking of Maui packing, if I learned one lesson from Mexico, it's that you really don't need to pack much other than a couple bikinis, PJs and a sundress for each day. Add in a couple coverups and one or two adventure (hiking, walking, bike riding) outfits and you're good to go! I definitely packed too much for our honeymoon. I didn't even come close to wearing it all, and believe-it-or-not, having a myriad of clothes to choose from made it *more* annoying to get dressed.

Especially if you're in a tropical place, you just want to throw something on and go ... not stew over the piles of tank tops and bottoms you brought "just incase". Buy key items you know you'll be excited to wear! Pack light, be happy. That's my new travel motto.

Carry-on packing is key. Summer clothes are small and light, so should your carry-ons be. If you're checking a bag, bring only essentials on the plane -- purse items, makeup, bikini, one change of clothes. The less you have to lug through the airport between connecting flights, the better. For our Maui trip, our plan is to check one bag between the two of us, and carry a light rolling duffle on the plane stocked with essentials only. We'll let you know how it goes!

Sidenote: I just purchased these Ann Marino heels yesterday too. So far, I'm a fan. Pairing them with dark skinny jeans today, but they'd be great with a dress too!

The search is still on for a new bikini. Nothing's really calling out to me this year. I've had a standard black bandau for the past couple years, so I'm thinking it's time to brighten it up a bit!

Quote of the week:

Stacie: "We have to get you a Hawaiian shirt to wear."

Adam: "Do you think they actually wear them there? I don't want to look like a tourist ... "

haha ... It's Hawaii! If you can't wear 'em there, where can you??

Sin City, USA

2010-04-14T14:13:00.006-04:00

The Lights. Casinos. Porn-slappers. Resorts. Drinks. Shows. Food. Crowds. Shopping. Add those together and you've got the recipe for stimulation overload. "Paiiiii GOW!"

As it turns out, four days seems to be the perfect amount of time in fabulous Las Vegas.

After a layover in NYC, we time traveled via Delta Airlines and arrived at The Flamingo Las Vegas around 1pm PT on Monday. Starving and super excited to start our vacation, we headed straight for Margaritaville, which was conveniently connected to our hotel lobby. Our fruity frozen Margaritas were precisely what the doctor ordered after 8 hours of flight time. The island-style Jimmy Buffet themed decor and music were the perfect way to ease ourselves into vacation mode, and the service there was fantastic!

It was just about dusk as we headed outdoors to the Strip. We headed north -- hitting up Paris, Bellagio and Caesar's Palace first.

Paris is a favorite. Just walking through the doors under the gigantic replica of the Eiffel Tower is enough to set this all-things-French-loving-gal's heart all a flutter. It's by far the most romantic setting under a starry-lit sky on Las Vegas Boulevard. If you think it's impressive during the day, you have to see it at night. Someday, I hope to see the real thing in person. For now, the replica will have to be enough.

Stepping into the casino was no disappointment either. The ceiling is decorated and lit to look like you're walking through Paris, France in the evening. The chandeliers, fountains, statues and music take you back in time and overseas as you walk past the dinging penny slots and poker tables galore. One thing we noticed -- the ratio of bilingual speakers goes up considerably when you step foot into a foreign-themed casino.

Venturing across the busy street, we headed for the Bellagio. It's daunting from afar, but even more impressive up close. The pathways around the famous Bellagio fountains are just high enough above street level to offer a beautiful backdrop view of the Strip. You must pause for a pic or 2, or 8!

It's truly awe-inspiring how much detail and workmanship goes into creating a hotel such as this. While we were there, the atrium was filled with a gorgeous botanical exhibit that makes you feel like a kid again. Giant ants, bees, lady bugs and animals made of flowers hang from the ceilings and crawl up from the ground. Truly great.

While we were there we just had to stay for the Bellagio fountain show. This time the choreographed water dance was to Frank Sinatra's Fly Me to the Moon. It never fails. I always get teary-eyed. The next night we stopped to watch again -- standing side-by-side with an Elvis impersonator -- this time the show was to Chicago's All That Jazz. It's a larger than life experience that sucks you in. I would stand there all night and watch the fountains pretending to be Brad Pitt in Ocean's Eleven, if there weren't millions of other things to see and do.

The pool at the Flamingo was a nice getaway during the day. Just make sure you get there early to claim a good spot! It was a little windy while we were there in April, but the sun was still plenty hot. The only complaint we had about the pool was the trees -- too much shade. We were sunseekers who kept having to pick up and switch chairs multiple times as the palm shadows crept over us. The pool was a fun atmosphere -- top 40ish music hits were loud enough to cover-up the screams of kids playing in the waterfalls.

Day 2, we decided to try someplace new for dinner. After scouring the Vegas Restaurant guide, we chose Oyster Bay Seafood & Wine Bar (located in Planet Hollywood). Prices range between $15-30 per entree, but as long as you stick to the specials, it's a pretty good deal. The Jambalaya was my favorite of all the pastas -- perfectly spicy and a good portion. And the smoked salmon was flakey and tender -- lots of flavor! We called ahead, so there was no waiting, and the service was great. Definitely recommended.

After dinner we headed back to the Flamingo to meet our relatives who were also in Vegas for some gambling. Tonight was the night I was determined to play Pai Gow! The search for a mostly-open table was on. Flamingo was full. Paris was full. Finally, Bill's Gamblin' Hall & Saloon came to the rescue. We sat at a 1/2 open $10 minimum table and placed our bets. Immediately, we were served double drinks and the excitement began. I was up, then down, then even, then down, then even, then down, down, down ... that's just the way Pai Gow usually goes. I lost my $50, but the rest of us left just about even (with some free drinks and the memories, of course!)

The next morning, we hit the breakfast buffet at The Flamingo. Apparently if you go right at the end of breakfast, they start putting out the lunch food as well (crab legs, shrimp cocktail, roast beef!), so you can sit for a little while and have both meals for the price of the cheaper. Niiice. Plus, they serve cotton candy and chocolate fondue during all meals ... pie and cheesecake for breakfast? No complaints here!

After a late night of pai gow, the pool was calling our names again. It's tough to fall alseep with all the commotion, but we managed to get a few Zs anyway.

We gussied up and set out in the opposite direction on the Strip that evening - hitting up the Venetian, Plazzo, Wynn and Encore. OK -- So this is the point when we realized a few things: 1) All of things resorts are amazing; 2) They all consist of the most incredible malls you've ever seen, filled with things we cannot afford to buy; 3) If I had to walk through 1 more gigantic mall in my new sandals my feet just might fall off.

Venice was my favorite of these hotels. I've never been to the real Venice, Italy, so I'm always overwhelmed by the gondola rides through the inside of the resort. It's unbelievable! The drivers (boaters?) serenade the riders as they wind through the twists and turns of the river. The designer shops, Italian restaurants, music and street performers all play a role in setting the romantic mood of the hotel.

After a few hours of sight-seeing, we headed back to our hotel to pack up our suitcases and spend the rest of the night gambling! We took our seats at our favorite penny machines -- Goldfish and Mermaid -- where we sat and played, drank for free and laughed. Ultimately losing the small amounts of money we were betting, we decided to call it quits.

Sometimes I swear I can still hear the ringing bells of the penny slots or the ridiculously exciting "bonus" music they play when you get lucky. They're so entertaining, you never want to stop! But I digress...

It was time to head back to Ohio. Thanks for a fun time, Vegas! We had a blast, but next time I think we'll opt for the beach!

Concrete Oasis of Sunshine

2010-04-02T10:28:00.001-04:00

Yesterday I did something that some might consider a little crazy. It was slightly embarrassing and desperate, and probably something I wouldn't do alone again, yet still completely worth it at the same time. Any guesses?

Well, the thermometer hit 80 degrees yesterday in Westlake, Ohio. And consequently, my sunlight-starved self pulled my beach bag out of the closet, threw on a tube top and flip flops and headed out to the parking garage connected to my apartment building. On my walk up to the roof, I was already starting to question my decision, but it was too late to turn back now.

I opened the door to find a concrete oasis of sunlight, completely deserted and wiiiiide open. Why they don't convert this rooftop level of the parking garage into a usable outdoor escape is beyond me. Nevertheless, as if plotting my spot on a beach, I headed straight for the corner with the most direct sunlight, laid out my pink-striped beach towel and decidedly soaked up the sun for the first time this season.

The only thing I dislike about where we live is the complete lack of usable green space for grilling, playing and laying outdoors. So, there I was, determined to make the best of this manmade slab of unused Level 4.

The sun was at a perfect slant in the sky. I could actually feel the warmth of the Cleveland sun on my face -- a feeling a Clevelander patiently looks forward to for 7 long and dreary months. It's almost undescribable how much your body craves the rays.

Anyways, there I was. Alone with my beach towel, sunbathing like a fool on the rooftop of a freakin parking garage. With every rattle of the doors, I'd check to see if someone was coming. No one. But what if someone saw me there? They'd think I was nuts.

After about an hour, the wind started to pick up and tiny little rocks kept swirling around the lot. Time to get out of here, and next time I'll bring a chair ... and a friend so I don't get caught up there a lone fool. That way we can be fools together.

3 more days 'til Vegas!

Sloppy Snow

2010-03-26T11:49:00.000-04:00

That determined little bud on the tree yesterday was most likely frozen last night. Poor little guy. You can try again next week little bud buddy! Leave it to Cleveland to include all 4 seasons in one day. Starts clear with a mild temperature in the morning, gradually shifts to gloom, then overcast, then rain, then sleet. Then, sloppy slush from the sky appears, moving in at a sideways angle just steep enough to freeze only the left side of your face. Lovely.

Vegas can't come soon enough! So far, the weather is calling for 75+ degrees with sunny clear skies the whole time we're there. Woot!

Some more good news ... I think East Hampton is going to happen again this year!

Spring Sprang Sprung

2010-03-25T07:27:00.001-04:00

I saw a little green bud on a tree branch this morning, and that can only mean one thing ... spring is here! It's officially time to put away coats, boots, gloves, hats and scarves for the season and trade them for flip flops, bikinis and cotton dresses. The first part is easy. The second part requires some extra workouts at the gym and some spring shopping.

Our little "spring break" in Vegas is just the jumpstart I need to get some springtime basics: colorful tanks, comfy tees, bermudas, beach cover-ups, strappy sandals, and a few fun maxi dresses. Ahhh, just the thought of it makes me 10 times happier. Shopping is not my favorite pasttime -- weird, I know -- but I sure do enjoy ripping the tags off my new purchases and wearing them immediately. Especially if the sun is shining, temperatures are climbing and concert season is quickly approaching! I can almost feel the fun that's in store ...

First items on the list this year: colorful bikini (not just black like last year), flip flops and new sunglasses!

Vegas ... pai gow?

2010-03-19T07:51:00.002-04:00

Pai Gow? Texas Hold'em? For the first time in my entire life, I think I might be ready to sit down at a table and play.

I've never been a "lucky" person per se. When it comes to games of chance, you can confidently put all your money on me losing and you'll double your money 99.8% of the time. When it comes to games of skill, I like that I at least have a fighting chance. As long as I play my odds correctly and make the right calls, I should at least come out even.

My cousin, Jim (an expert at all things poker), sat down with me last weekend for a teach session. I have to admit that I had never even heard of pai gow poker until that day, but it turns out it's my favorite! I love that you have two opportunities to win (or lose) and that you "push" about 50% of the time ... meaning you don't lose your money as quickly as when playing blackjack.

As of yesterday, Michelle and I booked our trip to fabulous Las Vegas! It's an impromptu trip this time -- my favorite. We're staying at the Flamingo located in the center of the strip, meeting up with some of my extended family while we're there. My parents, brother and Michelle are first-timers, so we'll have to go see the sites, for sure! I'm mostly excited for the sunshine ... gotta pull out the flip flops, sundresses and suntan lotion. Hooray!!

I just wish my hubby could come :( It'll be a long 3 days without you, Adam! Hopefully I'll bring back some winnings for us!

Pineapple in the Capitol

2010-03-11T09:18:00.006-05:00

There were pineapples everywhere we went in DC and I'm not even mad about it!!!

Against all of my former grumblings and self-promises, I did it again. I drove on the Pennsylvania turnpike. This time it was dark, my contacts were fuzzy, one headlight was out (probably) and I was sleepy. A whopping $15 worth of toll booth fees later, we made it to DC, and standing at the door at 1am to greet us was our lovely sister-in-law, Elisa.

Friday morning, our hosts had to work (like normal people), but Adam and I were free to roam the District. He decided to take a morning run to the White House (about a 1.5-mile jaunt up 16th street from Adams Morgan) and back, while I readied myself for a day of fun in the sun. It was the perfect weather for site-seeing on foot -- about 50 degrees with sunny, clear skies.

Armed with my leather bomber jacket and aviators, we headed out. Our first stop was the Masonic House of the Temple described in Dan Brown's novel, The Lost Symbol. It was on our way, so it wasn't much of a stop actually -- more of a point to it, snap a photo and keep on movin' kinda stop.

There's just something about being able to walk to the White House that just makes the United States government feel real to me. Do you know what I mean?? I mean, you see things on TV, you read the paper, you try to stay updated with political happenings, but it's tough to do remotely. Actually being there in the hub where it all takes place -- seeing the security officers, feeling awestruck in sight of American architecture and knowing that you are physically surrounded by International embassies, U.S. treasures in museums and the people who write and sign bills into law -- is one of the more overwhelming and humbling notions I've experienced.

It's just a house right? Well ... not quite. This thing is gigantic (photos just don't do it justice). There's security everywhere and you can't get too close. This is me reaching my hand through the bars:

There we were standing in front of Obama's house. "OK, now what?" I asked. Time for lunch! We made our way down Pennsylvania Ave. and took a left at 19th. We saw Stella Artois umbrellas in the distance and decided that's exactly where we wanted to be at 2pm on at Friday. Elephant & Castle was calling out to us! At this point in the day, we were starving and my Chuck Taylors weren't quite as comfortable as I thought they were. My pub onion soup and ceasar salad were good and Adam's fish sandwich was great. The sweet potato fries were the best thing we tried here by far -- besides the beers of course ;)

The Smithsonian National Museum of American History was next on the list (It's free to get in! Who knew?!). We met E there after work, and got to see Julia Child's kitchen, the ruby slippers, Kermit, Fonzie's jacket, C3PO, part of the First Lady's exhibit (which was under construction), and lots of other fun stuff.

That night we headed to some bars ... finally ending up at Cashion's Eat Place for some "after dark" menu items - bison burger, ribeye sandwich and some hand cut fries. The atmosphere was fun, the bartender, Krishna, was a self-proclaimed genius (knowing everything there was to know about pinneapples ... yet completely incorrect) and very entertaining, but the food was just mediocre for me. I'd give it a 8 out of 10 for creativity.

After a few more nightcaps, we cuddled up on our air mattress for a cozy night's sleep. We woke up and ate what? You guessed it, pineapples(!) and eggs. Mike is apparently "good with a pineapple". I'm still not quite sure I know what that means, but we sure did say it a lot. ha.

We headed to the Capitol building -- Mike works there for a Senator and it turns out that he used to give tours when he first moved to DC. Sooo we got a private tour of some of the "non-public" parts of the Capitol. Pretty amazing. The Capitol Rotunda was my favorite point of interest, mostly because it's just so damn awesome. Just thinking about the artist, Brumidi, who hand-painted every detail and devoted the last years of his career on such an historical piece (my fave is the Apotheosis of George Washington) was freakin awesome. Here are some pics that, once again, don't do it justice. You have to see it for yourself!:

Hallway in the Senate Chambers -- also painted by Brumidi:

We walked through the Old Supreme Court Chamber, which was also really cool to see:

Other than the Captiol Dome itself, my second favorite part of the tour was walking down the inaugural steps. Yep ... the actual steps the President walks down to give the inaugural speech, overlooking a crowd of thousands who are gathered in the mall:

This is a shot I took looking back up at the Capitol. It's unbelievable when you're standing in front of it. The detail, the precise meaning of every carving, column and opening. This is priceless American history people! So cool.

Our next stop was Capitol City Brewing Co. where we had some lovely appetizers (soft pretzels with Jalapeno dip were great!), and some local brews. We decided to hurry straight to the newly refurbished W Hotel for some drinks on the rooftop at POV. It was twilight at this point, so the skyline views were breathtakingly picturesque (sorry no pics! ... camera doesn't take great photos at night through glass).

All in all, it was a fabulous weekend in DC. Kiiiiinda makes me want to move there, right Waskes!?

Roadtrip to the Capitol

2010-03-04T07:15:00.001-05:00

Last night my friend and I went on a magically ridiculous journey into the land of the 80s, complete with Greek gods, jorts (hilariously short cut-off jean shorts) and a roller disco. Yep, we saw Xanadu! Surprisingly, it was more entertaining than I was expecting. Lots of "hazzahhhh!s"

Tonite we're roadtripping to DC (about an 8-hr drive), to see our wonderful sister- and brother-in-law's new place. I'm told that there is some wine-tasting in our future, so looking forward to that is enough to help me get through the drive.

DC's always awesome ... just being there makes you feel like you're a part of something bigger than yourself. I'm especially looking forward to this trip because we have no specific plans lined up ... except plans to do whatever we want to do when we want to do it! Those are my favorite trips. On a vacation with a friend's family a few years ago, I was told, "OK, Stacie, this is how our vacations work. You eat when you're hungry, drink when you're thirsty, and run when someone's chasing you."

I never quite understood the last part (I think it was meant to be a joke ... hopefully), but the other 2 have been my mottos on most vacations ever since. Why force yourself to follow a strict schedule if you don't really want to? It's your vacation right!? Right.

I'm just going into the weekend with an open mind and a open schedule ... woot!

Photo double-take

2010-02-26T16:19:00.001-05:00

Last fall, we decided to walk through an outdoor art show near our apartment. The streets were lined with food vendors, local artists trying to sell their prints and creative art and even a guy yelling to promote a Medieval revival "battle" that was going to take place around the corner. We did not attend the fight ... but we did step into the tent of a local photographer (whose name I never thought to remember at the time). Looking back, I wish I had.

Anyway, her work was a myriad of photos taken from trips all over the world -- some near, some far. They were OK photos, nothing too spectaclar, except for one. On a canvas about 30 X 40" or so, was a photo of a long rickety pier that was roped off as too dangerous for pedestrians, overlooking a tropical blue ocean, sandy beach and white puffy clouds. I was blown away. Not by the beauty, but because I knew I had taken the *exact* same photo from the *exact* same spot not even a month earlier. I had to ask this woman where this was taken.

It turns out it was true! She'd stayed at the exact resort we stayed at in Mexico on our honeymoon, only she was there a few years before. El Dorado Royale. Talk about a small world. I stood in nearly the exact same place in the sand to take an identical photo from the same point of view as did the legit photographer. I (someone who has always dreamed of becoming a photographer someday) was in awe of the situation.

Her canvas print was for sale for almost $500 that day, and that got me thinking ... why can't I sell my travel photos too? I personally thought my photo was taken on a nicer day, so the quality was even better than hers ... I had to check out how much it would cost to get a photo blown up to that size canvas.

There is another photo I took in East Hampton on a stormy day at the beach in April. The beauty of the natural setting on such an ominous day was breathtaking, so I just had to snap a few pictures. To my surprise they turned out awesome.

My husband chose his favorite, and I had it blown up on and stretched on a canvas to surprise him for Christmas. Now, my photo is a focal point in our living room -- a conversation piece -- my work! To think, that photographer in the tent was selling hers for $500, and I had mine blown up and stretched for ... let's just say ... less than that (wink).

The plan for our Hawaii trip is to bring a good camera along to take some great photos. Maybe some day I'll be able to sell my stuff too. That'd be a dream come true! In the meantime, my canvas print is a constant reminder that my dream could be realized some day. But first I need to travel and actually take the photos ... and that I'm completely fine with!

6 Points From Bronze

2010-02-23T14:33:00.001-05:00

We're back from Columbus, and I'm sad to report that a) we didn't even place in the Olympics; b) we brought the cloudy/gloomy weather back with us and; c) we were only 6 points away from earning bronze. Boo.

That's OK though, we still had a great time dressing up like Team America. I rocked the Hockey event and my teammates were great at Luge and Speed Skating, and we had lots of fun competing. I must admit though, my favorite part of the night was walking up the street to Taco Bell at 1am and standing in the drive through line, hoping that someone would order food for us. A jeep actually came to our rescue! And thank goodness ... we couldn't stand out there in our cut-off jean shorts much longer in the freezing cold temps.

The next day we decided to try out a new (old) place for lunch called The Olde Mohawk. Surprisingly, my French Dip sandwich was super tastey. It was kind of closer to being a Philly Cheesesteak, but it had the au jous, so that's what really counts! They had some good beers on tap too. If you're ever in German Village in Columbus, give it a try. You won't be disappointed.

Winter AlcohOlympics : U-S-A! U-S-A!

2010-02-18T14:52:00.002-05:00

Well folks ... as it turns out, the Winter Olympic games in Vancouver aren't the only sporting event taking place this weekend. No Sirree, looks like the husband and I will be roadtripping to shiney Columbus, Ohio for a night of brutal AlcohOlympic battle! Our powerful team of four has claimed good old USA as our country of origin, and although our tolerance is much lower these days, our game experience and courage will prove superior than that of our feeble opponents.

OK, I don't know about all that ... but it will surely be an awesome night of game-playing, costume-wearing and visiting with friends we haven't seen in quite some time! Also, Columbus probably misses us. It's been a few months since we've been there, so we're due for a visit.

When you're watching curling, ice dancing and skiing this weekend on ABC, you can rest assured that I'll be singing along to "I'm a Real American" and chanting "U-S-A!" in between beer chugs and ping pong ball tosses.

Either that, or hungover from doing all of the those things ...

Happiest States: Hawaii Moves into First Place

2010-02-17T13:59:00.002-05:00

Yep, I like happiness ... I can't wait to go to Maui in May!!!!

47. Ohio
sheesh. get me outta here!

Read about it here:
http://www.livescience.com/culture/states-well-being-happy-100216.html

Urgent Flight Update

2010-02-15T07:15:00.002-05:00

I received an email today with the subject, "Urgent Flight Change" for our Maui trip in May. Immediately, my heart starts beating a little faster and butterflies takeover my stomach. What if it's cancelled or it's at a time when we can't make it?! I open the message, and they've literally changed our flight arrival time from 4:48 p.m. to 4:49 p.m. Really???

That's a lot of anxiety for a 1 minute change. Thanks for the heads up Expedia, but I hereby give you a 15-minute window in which you are not obligated to inform me that there's an urgent flight change. Thanks!

Travel Channel = Ghost Channel

2010-02-11T07:52:00.001-05:00

Since when did the Travel Channel become the ghost channel? I mean, not that I mind ... I've always been into ghost shows, starting with Are You Afraid of the Dark on SNICK back in the '90s. From there, I've always had a fascination for sci-fi / folklore / paranormal phenomenon-type TV shows.

But back to Travel Channel ... At any given time of day (it used to be just late-night), you can find a mini-marathon of Ghost Adventures, hosted by the channel's resident frat "nothin' scares me" tough guy. I like to tell myself that I watch the show for nothing more than to make fun of the guy, which is true ... but I'm actually starting to get hooked to the history and travel aspects of it.  Plus, there are ghost stories involved, which I love.

The team travels to a different "haunted" location each episode. Whether it's an abandoned insane assylum, a prison, an ammunition factory or a house that was once part of the underground railroad, the team gets "locked down" in the building all night where they seek out paranormal experiences. They do their research first by discussing the building's history with local experts and by investigating any deaths that may have occurred there. They determine which rooms are the most likely to produce any activity through the night in hopes of documenting a response from or sighting of an "intelligent" spirit, as opposed to a residual one. They mark these places with an "X" during the day, and place a camera on the spot through the night. There's a lot of hype and a LOT of ghost "taunting". This is where it gets entertaining.

The 3 guys use elementary "ghost hunting" devices, not even strong enough to get a solid reading on thermal changes or a distinct voice recording.  Armed with these devices that often lose power as a result of ghosts "sucking" their energy ... the guys taunt the ghosts using historical references and objects that might urge a response. Yeah, they hear noises, and occasionally get goose bumps, but they never get actual proof.

I suppose it's tough to document paranormal experiences, but you'd think that on the Travel Channel, which should probably have a substantial budget for show-making, they could get them some better equipment.  Either way, you're left wanting more.

The history and ghost stories are more frightening and intriguing than the "findings" they collect, but nonetheless, even with my strong fascination for all things paranormal, you won't find me "locked down" in a supposedly haunted building anytime soon. I'll just stick with watching the shows on TV and making fun of them so I don't get too scared to sleep at night.

East Hampton Roadtrip

2010-02-03T09:59:00.003-05:00

While I'm thinking about it, I'd like to share a little story with you. To this day, I believe that part of the Pennsylvania Turnpike must be cursed ... at least when I drive it. It all started a couple years ago when we took a trip to Connecticut on a snowy December weekend to visit our friend, Dan. He'd lived in CT for about a year at that point and we had yet to see his new place. On the drive, I don't think the roads could have been any worse. Seriously. The tires barely ever gripped the road at all. Instead, it was a constant game of slip and slide -- the ice version. I was scared for my life for 5 hours straight! Talk about a relief when pulling into a driveway. We definitely need some beers after that adventure. We'd escaped the wrath of the PA toll road unscathed that time. But I swear, it still had it in for us ...

This time it was summer. September 2008 was an especially long summer for me and my then-fiance, Adam. He was working at HealthSouth in Las Vegas for a physical therapy clinical all summer and we had already been long distance for nearly 2 years. Any time together was welcomed and highly anticipated, so you can only imagine how excited we were when our family friends invited us to use their beach house in East Hampton, NY for a week!

Now, if you've ever been to East Hampton, you know that summer weekends are full of life, celebrity sitings, good shopping, bike-riding and beach fun. At this point in the summer (after the novelty of heat had warn off), it promised to be less crowded and more relaxing than anything.

We were off on our roadtrip from Cleveland, OH to East Hampton by route through New York City via the Long Island Expressway. But in order to get that far, you have to survive the dreaded Pennsylvania Turnpike -- not an easy feat.

It was midday as sun shone through the puffy white clouds, temperatures hovering right around a perfect 77 degrees as we zoomed our way through PA. All was going well until we curved around one fateful bend near the DuBois exit, only about 2 hours from where we started. Before I knew it, my newish black Mazda 3 was skidding across the highway on a thick iron rod scrap piece of some sort. By the time my brakes screeched to a halt, I could feel that my car was in agony. With metal scraping on the pavement and sparks in my rearview, I noticed there were several cars, pickup trucks and a semi pulled over on the shoulder. Apparently, the scrap piece had fallen off the semi and a few other cars hit it as well. Not a good way to start our roadtrip to paradise.

We ended up in DuBois, and thank goodness for the GPS. It pointed us in the right direction to town, where we happened to find dozens of autobody shops. It's almost as if this town only existed to help us that day, which turned out to be a blessing. We decided that we needed a few expert opinions before we drove any further, so we stopped into a few shops. Per the mechanics, we knew my poor car would be out of commission for at least a week for repairs. It needed a completely new bottom! The gas tank was dented a gallon and a half's worth, the crossbeams between the tires were bent an inch and a half (causing my tires to invert), and all of the heating shields were destroyed. At this point I'm crying. Not only because my car is broken and the mechanics are saying we're lucky to be alive, but also because I thought our much-anticipated East Hampton trip would have to be postponed.

After nearly 3 hours stressing over insurance coverage, weighing our options, and ultimately getting the go ahead to keep driving from 3 separate mechanics, we were back enroute toward East Hampton, with a little apprehension, of course.

Thankfully, we made it to the beach house safely and ended up having the time of our lives!

East Hampton has a way of making me relax. Just being there transports me into a different time. It's shabby chic beach style is so refreshing that it always inspires me to do something great. Write a beach readworthy novel, travel to Europe, learn a new language, or take up painting ... it never fails. I'm inspired, awed, humbled, and refreshed.

The beachscapes are utterly breathtaking, the skies are serene, the history is jam-packed and the food/shopping and bike paths are unbeatable! You've never seen hedges around houses until you see the hedges around these mansions. They are literally as tall as a house. It's definitely a sight worth seeing someday.

If you ever do happen to travel to East Hampton, be sure to shop at the Citarella, stop in for a drink or appetizer at Rowdy Hall (our favorite local rugby bar), and take a bike ride to our favorite beach, Egypt Beach down Old Beach Lane. There are some beautiful landscapes and mansions to be seen along the way, and exploring by bike is always a must-do.

We hope to travel to the Hamptons again this summer if we can find a few days to spare. Except this time, I won't be the one driving. The Pennsylvania Turnpike will always be my nemesis (insert fist shake here). :)

Word of the Day: Wanderlust

2010-01-29T09:16:00.000-05:00

I was never really into watching Jeopardy until I started living with my new husband, a trivia genius. Every weeknight at 7:30, it's Alex Trebek time, and surprisingly enough, I find myself knowing much more than I ever thought I did. Although playing a game of Trivial Pursuit with my husband and mother-in-law is biggest fear of mine (they know literally every answer, or are at least really close), being a contestant on Jeopardy wouldn't be too bad. At least sometimes some of the categories are right up my knowledge alley -- grammar, words that have lots of Ts or Ms or start with B, etc., musical instruments, french words, and even some Victorian history. I guess watching the History Channel, Discovery, Food Network and Travel are finally starting to pay off. I'm learning things and even recalling them in the heat of a trivia battle moment on the couch!

As we sip our tea (ya we're like an old married couple on weeknights), we battle it out trivia-ly, supporting each other with every correct answer. The other night the $2,000 Travel category question (or I guess, answer, if you're using Jeopardy terminology) was something to the affect of "A German word meaning, a strong desire for or impulse to wander".

"What is VVvahndurloost!?" answered the contestant all the way to the right. And for $2,000, she was correct, "with the correct pronunciation too!" said, Trebek.

I was intrigued and simply had to look this one up:

From Wikipedia: Wanderlust traces back to German Romanticism. It combined wandern - "to hike", and lust - "desire", and literally meant "to enjoy hiking". But since then, the modern English meaning has morphed into meaning "to travel and explore the world".

I like the modern meaning, and I love the romantic nature of the word. Wanderlust. A lust to wander. I love to travel and a have a desperate desire to see the world. I'd fall into this category.

I'm a wanderluster. It sounds a little dirty, but it fits.

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Traveling sans cell phone

2010-01-28T16:37:00.000-05:00

While I sat at my desk at work today, surrounded by blustery snow outside the windows, I couldn't help but daydream about sunshine and a heat wave. Flip flips, ocean breezes, beer in hand, not a worry in the world -- that's where I'd rather be. For sure.

What if I had a private jet or helicopter with a pilot on command? What if I could have a packed suitcase -- only stuffed with beach attire and sundresses, of course -- ready to up and fly at a whim? Wouldn't that be the life?

"Yes, Vincent (that'd be the pilot's name), the South of France this time, please. Swing the limo to my apartment in about 35 minutes. I'll be ready! Oh yeah, and have some champagne and berries waiting for me too, Thanks!" Click.

Blarg. Yeah, right. But seriously though, to get away from this cold is definitely on the top of my wish list. To be stress free, just lounging on the beach would be heavenly.

That brings me to my question. While traveling for pleasure, should you stay connected to your real life, via cell phone, Blackberry, internet, whatever? My daydreams say "no", but my addictions to my cyberlife disagree. If you're anything like me, you check your email at least 5 times a day on a computer, not to mention the notifications I get by Blackberry throughout the day. It's addicting, but it is a tiring addiction. My brain needs a rest!

While we were in Mexico, we had no access to internet (without a hefty fee) or cell phone usage (without a ginormous fee), and I must admit, I was completely fine with that. It was so liberating to live my life, unattached to my cell. I locked it up in the safe every day before we left the room. And, actually, I don't think I ever even had it on! It was great.

While vacationing in Pawleys Island, S.C. last summer, I also realized that just because you have access to internet and your cell while traveling within the States, it doesn't mean you should be a prisoner of your own devices. You own them. They do not own you.

I mean, if you're traveling to a place where you need to contact other people who are with you there, that's a little different. But if you're vacationing with just 1 person and you'll always be together, try switching it off. When was the last time you turned OFF your phone for more than an hour or 2? Try a week and see what happens.

I bet you end up feeling relaxed. Not just relaxed, but actually well-rested, with a clear head and lots of new thoughts that you came up with on your own.

Traveling sans cell phone ... I like it. Give it a try on your next trip!

Maui - Here we come!

2010-01-26T10:21:00.000-05:00

After years of dreaming about venturing to our island neighbor, Hawaii, it's finally going to come true! We booked our trip via Expedia over the weekend, planning to travel to Maui in the Spring. I couldn't be more excited!

We talked to friends who've been there and weighed our options : Hotel vs. Condo ; different islands to stay on ; City in Maui to stay in, etc. We decided to book our stay in beautiful Kihei on Maui, where we've heard has great access to several beaches, shops, restaurants and excursions. We're staying at the Maui Kamaole condos -- the photos look beautiful and the user ratings average 4.9 out of 5.0!

A luau is a "must-do" so we hear, as well as hiking up a volcano and zip-lining across the landscape. These are on our "things to do" list.

Have you ever seen 50 First Dates with Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore? I love the little place they have breakfast every Sunday. I've always thought that if I went to Hawaii, I'd want to live like a local, in a condo-like environment, so I could focus more on the island itself, rather than just stay in the resort to get pampered. I want to explore!

Only a few more months and we'll get to see the island ... finally! ... We can't wait!

Aloha!

Rivera Maya, Mexico

2010-01-21T16:38:00.000-05:00

The day after our wedding we relaxed, packed and contemplated anxiously the adventures in store for us in the Mayan Riviera. Not leaving the morning after our wedding day was one of the best decisions we've ever made. It gave us a chance to re-group and prepare for the 6AM flight out of Cleveland.

Once we landed in Cancun, I could already sense a new vibe. A foreign vibe. The first stamp on my passport was stamped and I was off to explore! But first, we'd have to make our way through the swarms of cab drivers and excursion sellers. We found our pre-arranged van ride and headed to our hotel - El Dorado Royale.

After driving our way through the lush winding road toward our hotel, I could feel my palms getting sweaty with nerves. Would the hotel prove to deserve all the hype?

My husband's cousin had recommended the resort to us after having a fabulous time there only a few months before. Their advice: Don't drink the water on excursions. They learned the hard way. Nevertheless, the resort itself was perfect, per their recommendations of course.

There it was, I could see it in the distance. Finally. We're here!

Just as the name presumed, the El Dorado Royale was grand.

We were greeted at the lobby with 2 glasses of champagne -- just what the doctor ordered after a long flight. We checked in and headed outside. We had no idea what pampering meant until just then. indeed. Lush landscapes, flowers, beautiful buildings.

With only a step out the door, I was instantly overtaken by sunshine, excitement and heat. My jeans were no longer a smart choice. We were in Mexico!

From the back door of the lobby balcony the landscape expanded in all directions until there were palm trees, winding paved walkways, fountains, bridges, villas and the ocean

for as far as the eye could see. It was breathtaking. I took a sip of my champagne, breathed in the humid air and welcomed the heat.

We were shuttled to our room via golf cart, learning the grounds along the way thanks to our driver/resort guide. He was inviting, cheerful and above all, accommodating. We arrived at our suite, which happened to be a swim-up jacuzzi room on the first level. It was perfect.

We woke up every morning at our leisure. We'd lay by our private swim-up pool and be served drinks from our mobile bartender, until we'd decide to hit the "fun" pool. In the afternoon, games are arranged by the entertainment staff, the "K" team. We quickly made friends with other couples and the staff, playing water & beach volleyball, water polo, aqua aerobics, name that tune,

and of course, just sitting up at the swim-up bar. The vibe was a good one. Everyone just wanted to have a good time.

People were from all over -- Chicago, California, Ireland, Scotland, Texas -- which made for some interesting conversation and a hella good time late night at the guacamaya bar!

The live shows were great, the music was fun, the drinks were strong and the food was absolutely top notch! Every single restaurant the resort offered was a gourmet experience ... always with at least 4 courses. Always dessert. We couldn't have been more pleased!

With all there was to do and see, some of my favorite memories at El Dorado were simply taking a nap in a cabana by the pool or on the ocean. The gentle warm breeze accompanied by an occasional rain sprinkle were the perfect ingredients I needed to sleep off a few drinks from the pool bar. Perfect.

If you're ever searching for the perfect couple's getaway, El Dorado Royale is it. Period. Couples only, fabulous food, amazing service, all-inclusive, gorgeous beachfront, live shows, planned activities by the hour, a wonderful spa, relaxing atmosphere and a youthful vibe were the perfect combo for us. We can't wait to go back!

And a blog is born ...

2010-01-21T15:47:00.000-05:00

I've got the itch to travel lately ... but not just travel. I want to experience the places I go and the things I see. I want to take in the landscapes, touch the landmarks, breathe the air and contemplate what life would be like right there in that spot. Wherever. Of course, there are places I'm dying to see -- Hawaii, France, Denmark, Ireland, Australia, etc. -- and hopefully someday I will. For now, we can take just one trip at a time. One experience at a time. Having a blast at every curve!

Fortunately, in the past few years, my husband and I have been lucky enough to travel across the U.S. in both directions, and even made our way to Mexico on our honeymoon.

Sharing my experiences from my own humble point of view will be my chance to re-live the amazing memories and hopefully inspire you to travel too. Here begins my journey journal of sorts, through my eyes ... and photos!

Memories of Athens via an old post

2006-06-28T00:01:00.001-04:00

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

We solved all of the world's problems on Friday night while we casually plunked down in folding chairs, sipped on "upside down monkey trumpet" white wine and looked out over a starry-lit Stewart Street at night. It's true what they say about Athens in the summertime...it's hot, sticky and basically empty. Even The Pub on Court Street wasn't crowded until 1 a.m. on Saturday night. And by crowded I mean that there were 5 girls sitting around Mayberry Corner, and that space at the far end of the bar was occupied by a white-bearded Athens "townie" who was...let's just say a little TOO into the ultimate fight coverage showing on the 19" TV screen.

Well, back to solving the world's problems...

It started out as if it was going to be a mediocre night of social drinking and making small talk with people I hardly knew. But to my surprise, it turned out to be an evening-turned-morning of solid conversation spanning every topic from fort-building in the woods as kids and answers to poverty in America to twisted political strategies in the U.S. and finally, why we turned out the way we did.

We joked about recording our next conversation like this, and to be honest, I wish we would have caught that one on tape. Either we were really on to something with our ideas about the income gap and the education system, or the wine just made it seem like we were. But in either case, it was one of those conversations that you walk away from feeling like you're intelligent and that you accomplished something. The sad part is that we realized that the two of us just sitting there talking about the problems wasn't going to do much good in the world. That's when the 4 hour long, seemingly endless conversation between us started to slow down.

We realized that no matter how much sense our ideas made or how long we vented, Bush was never going to be charismatic or care about the middle class citizens in the U.S., all the billionaires were never going to make pilgrimages to foreign countries or even downtown Cleveland to help a poor man get back into the workforce, teachers and careworkers wouldn't be receiving a 7-digit salary anytime soon even though they earned it a long time ago, and all we could do to start making a difference was to go do it ourselves.

So there we were at a crossroads in the conversation. Go even more in depth about the country's economic struggle and a universal healthcare plan or sit back, sip on one last glass of sweet wine and watch as the drunk bargoers staggered home from uptown. We chose the latter, but knew in our hearts that one day...we will change our world just a little bit.