November 18, 2015

30 should be celebrated over and over again...with a trip to Playa del Carmen!

You'll remember as I mentioned here, that turnin' the big 3-0 was being made into a big deal. First with a cruise to Cozumel and now to a weekend in Playa! This time with my mom too! (And I'm now posting in the same year as it is, hooray!)
My mom's first trip out of the country!
Birthday girls at it again!
The troops gathered strong in late April and we were off! Vive la Mexico!

With only an approximate two hour flight, this trip was starting off right. We found our bus nice and easy and arrived to our resort not much later. The weather was fantastic and we couldn't have asked for better.  Playa del Carmen is absolutely fascinating because ultimately it is one long stretch of road with resorts on either side. One abuts the ocean, the other does not. Ours abutted!

We checked in to our rooms and promptly changed into suits! Time to...wait for chairs to open up on the beach...get drinks delivered or picked up...think about how many people have peed in the pool you're in because it's the isolated one with the bar in it.

Our first day was uneventful, as they ought to be, but our second dawned a bit differently. I strapped on my sneakers and decided I would take a jog/walk around the resort as there was a very cool rainforest right in the center of it. I made my way along the path and swung back up to the front. Here's where things got interesting...considering I had just jogged along uneven terrain, surely walking on flat ground wouldn't present an issue to me, should it?

Alas...my right foot stepped just awkwardly enough onto a dividing space between slabs of marble and slid right down to the bone. Bone, meet hard rocks...hard rocks, *bleep* you. I stood stock still for a minute trying to determine what curse word I should say and whether or not I had broken my ankle. The latter seemed unlikely and the first I determined would be S-H-I-T. Over and over and over again. Really? Really universe? The FIRST morning of a beach trip? Ya gonna do me like that?

Yes....yes the universe did do me like that and my ankle quickly swelled to tennis ball sized. I hobbled back to my room to my ever present tune of S-H-I-T where my good friend Nikki was there, already resting her previously injured foot. What a pair we were with our opposite feet propped above us on the bed, iced over and downing pain pills. Son. Of. A. BISCUIT. We laughed but really we were sad about our situations, and then we laughed again because WHAT ARE THE ODDS. Her foot was also injured in a very unexpected way. #thisiswhywearefriends

We made the most of the rest of our trip with ample beach and sun time...
Gorgeous!
Oh, and drinks and book reading too...
A fantastic read and it was one of the resort loaners!
Not to mention the local wildlife roaming free about the place...
I AH AHHHH'd at him. He displayed his tail. Did I just get asked out on a date?
We named him Elvis.
And xoxo, this resort, because they had KARAOKE! My mom dragged me up and then one of my girl's bribed the song list guy to let me go on at the end and do a rousing rendition of Baby Got Back. Worth the shadyness, yo. I brought down the house and my backup dancers were ON POINT. I would LOVE to post the video right here, but sadly it is only available (currently) on Facebook. ENJOY.

Watched the cloudy sunset the next morning.
My mom had a fantastic time and there's nothing more I could have asked for! Even with the guy trying to jimmy open our patio door...
My sister from another mister (and a great and funny mister he was).
My lessons learned on this Dirty Thirty Trip closely mirror that of the previous one six months prior:

1) Do not do an excursion...and we didn't really except to go into town and eat and sketch shop. Leather purse for me, and Mexican moo moo for Silv. Definite improvement over Paradise Isle.
2) Try to travel in May next time...it was still a bit cool in the water!
3) Continue to travel with great companions. CHECK!
4) Don't roll your ankle. How do I keep getting injured on or around vacation time??? Fix that, ok?

Happy 30th to me and my great friend, Silva! Here's to sixty more!

You did well, 29, aka My Year of Travel & Big Girl Pants

28 was pretty great, if I do say so myself, so 29 had a big hurdle to vault as far as rounding out my 20's.

And thus, the year of travel was born. (And the blog completed nearly a year later...here comes 31, woops!)

It began with my desire to finally fulfill my ever-loving, over-driven obsession with the Celtic culture. I've been aching to go to Ireland for what feels like a millennium and it's been #1 on my bucket list just as long.

There was one failed attempt two years previous but my friend decided she wanted to have a kid for some reason and on the day we would have been whisking away on our journey, she gave birth to my precious little Landosaurus Rex! Love that kid, but I digress.

Tanner and I chose the best time of year for us work-wise and late August it became. But planning this trip prompted another question, "Where else do we want to go?" And so we made a list of domestic and foreign stops that piqued our interest. This list got put into action by February with the purchase of our first trip of the year: Florida!

Then it was a domino effect: Denver, NYC, Galveston with the gals, New Braunsfels with the cousins, London/Edinburgh/Inverness/all over Ireland (parts one, two and three), Dirty Thirty Cruise and Paris!

But that's not all, folks! I took a major leap of faith and put my big girl pants on to purchase my first home. I decided it wasn't yet time to give up the commute to work (I live less than a mile away) so I perused my current neighborhood in hopes a good deal would pop up. It took being outbid by cash buyers (who do you think you are!) and a really sour inspection on another home before finally hitting the jackpot (at least so far). A townhome with a fairly recent renovation and remodel with a nice kitchen, white cabinets galore, 3 bedrooms and 2.5 baths. Heaven knows I hate cleaning tubs so a third would have been no bueno! PS. The sour inspection house had a third tub...was that a sign before I even got started? Maybe. Haha.

Making it mine has been quite the joy!

But wait, there's more! Meet MILO! Our resident Falcor (a la Neverending Story, watch it if you never have) has been a joy and a pleasure (at least so far, ha!). He was found by a co-worker's daughter and fostered at their home (which is dog filled and very loving) and has been a companion to us ever since. Isn't he adorably goofy? I love his Tyrion legs! Game of Thrones...don't miss out!

Let's see what you got, 30! (Fun note: 30 has been PHENOMENAL)

Oui, oui, Paris!

You'll note that my blog is behind. You'll also note that I just went on a cruise in November, as can be read about here. Well, funny little story...I got booked to go to Paris for training on 11/17-11/18. 11/17 being the day in which I landed back on dry land.

With a quick explanation to Paris, I was booked to fly out late Monday afternoon and arrive Tuesday morning in Paris. Apparently that memo was NOT passed on to those who needed to hear it, but I digress...it all worked out in the end.

Note to self: never, ever, EVER fly directly after being on a boat for four days. And don't change so many time zones.
So. Tired. Def changed clothes in the airport bathroom.
I spent the next week feeling like the floor was meeting my foot every step I took. I leaned against pillars and doorways without realizing it. My lack of sleep on the nine hour flight over, coupled with immediately going to work on Tuesday morning led to an excessive amount of espresso consumed as my eyes slowly closed throughout the afternoon.

I made it through though with minimal snoring and no face plants on the table before being released back to my hotel. You'll remember my back comment on my numbered list from the last post, right? Still an issue, just to keep you apprised.

The city was dreary, grey and chilly but I still took the time to search out some bread for dinner and take in sights while I shuffled the few blocks away from the hotel and back. I was exhausted, it was dark out, I didn't have phone service (always my preference when traveling abroad) and I needed to check in on work back home. You'll recall that I was just on a cruise for four days. Back to back vacations? Who does that??

My first night in Paris I peeked out the window and chatted with folks back in Houston at work still...because oh right, I had been awake for eighteen hours and it was still only lunchtime for them...and then went promptly to sleep.
What a view, right?
#committed
I slept for twelve hours. I hearkened back to days of yore when I was but a wee babe and knew to grow I must sleep, and sleep I did. Wednesday morning shown bright and beautiful and I was...still having back issues. But no matter, I was bound to walk down the Champs-Elysses and find Tanner and I's Airbnb apartment before going back to the office in Paris for a meeting with my guy. I call him my guy because he's my Paris consolidator...my guy that handles North America's consolidation into Group financials.

Let me digress a moment from action items and let you in on a little something...I was very unsure and nervous while in this city. This was the first time I had ever gone to a place where I was iffy on the language and on the culture and was alone in a foreign land. I reverted to 5th grade Becca who was completely uncomfortable in her own skin. Whenever I stopped for food, if I couldn't readily pick what I wanted and get out then I left the shop. I sought out short lines and small menus simply because I couldn't bring myself to slow the incredibly fast flow of French folks coming and going and ordering and speaking so fast I could nay follow along. My first two days in Paris were a bit nerve-wracking for me! But Tanner would be arriving the next day, Thursday, and I couldn't wait for him to get there! Now, back to the good stuff.

I made it to the Arc...

And then found the street we would be staying on the next few days before slowly walking back to work. While I spent the rest of that day working (boring), I had happily scheduled a late dinner (well, late to me, normal to Parisians) with a friend abroad. She had come to work in Houston a few years previous and we kept in touch ever since. After putting in my time for the day, clearing emails and other such fun work items, I loaded my map on Google and began making my way to dinner.

Without trying to, along the way, I stumbled across some famous sites...
Louvre! See you properly in a few days!
That bridge with the locks! Completely stumbled on it by accident. HAPPY ACCIDENT!
...before reaching the restaurant. Quaint, charming, so Paris...

Downstairs I went!
To this charming little area. Brick lined, vine covered, beautiful.
It was great to catch up with the old pal but before too long it was time to go. We caught a cab outta there and I promptly...did not fall asleep. Hey, internal clock, get with the program! And thus I stumbled on to Call the Midwife on Netflix and had to force myself to go to sleep after watching several hours worth because the next morning Tanner would arrive! He was already in flight!
Arrivé!
We got all settled in to our cute little walk up (because taking the elevator was like a death trap waiting to snap) before venturing out again to wander anew. We saw more Champs-Elysses and saw the Arc again and before too long the sun had begun to set as we made our way over to the Eiffel Tower. It truly was breathtaking.
Sparkle and shine!
The next morning a little bit of sunshine shone through the clouds and our trip to Versailles had begun! I'll reference back to my earlier conversation with you, reader, about my lack of confidence because even with Tanner arriving, it was still present. We made it to Versailles though I was so sure we wouldn't ever get there but with only one huff and puff moment in the station, we made it to our destination.

So incredibly grand.

Gettin' our learn on.
I can only imagine what it was like when Louis held court here. Sweeping down this hallway with a ballgown that took up half the width of the space...what an experience that would have been. 
Even though it was winter, the grounds were still lush and green.
For as large as the palace is, that is NOTHING compared to the grounds.
One of many fountains throughout the landscape.
We sashayed our way throughout the palace before heading back to Paris. Incredible to think it's only twenty minutes away on the train compared to the distance it once was. I am very glad I made this part of our trip because it really was quite a sight to see!

We walked down to the Arc after dark and tried to take a selfie.
The struggle was real, y'all. Yes, that is the Arc, I promise.
And then meandered back to the hotel for some TV watching and relaxation before another full day in Paris.

The universe must have known we would be outside majority of the day because it was STUNNING when we awoke the next day. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, the air was crisp. I was windswept, pink cheeked and LOVING IT. I got a fantastic cup of hot chocolate on the way to the Louvre to celebrate.
Incredibly delicious and OH SO SWEET.
We took a more successful selfie in front of a famous landmark this time.
Voila!
And made our way inside to see the few things we both knew stuff about: Mona Lisa and the winged angel one and the armless one. Yes...we knew so much.
This pyramid is fascinating.
These hallways are art themselves! Not to mention the ACTUAL art.
We waved at Mona from afar (talk about a jam packed area around her...sheesh, famous people) and stumbled upon the winged angel one before purposefully seeking out (and then getting lost along the way a few times) the armless one. Is it called the statue of Venus? Anyways....We came, we saw, we left!

Considering the day was still new, we kept our eastward walking and landed at the doors of Notre Dame...I did NOT cry sanctuary, though I was sorely tempted.
Selfie improvement: 100%! We have the whole landmark!

They had begun putting up Christmas decorations so it was quite festive!
No picture can properly capture the inconceivable height of this ceiling. This church is vast and monumental and much larger on the inside than you would think from looking outside! Tall and reverential, I was in awe.
After we left the church, we walked a few blocks further and ended up at a card shop for Tanner. He plays this particular type of card game that is played around the world so he picked up a few cards in French just for funzies. I got one too! When asked what I wanted, I said, "A pretty one." Clear as mud, I got me a fire girl one! Dig it.
Customary metro shot. Do I love these too much?
One last night in Sweet Paris before heading home nice and early so we enjoyed a second pizza night (it was recommended to us and it did not let us down) and ventured to Laduree for macarons (Tanner waited outside considering they are made with almond flour) and Nespresso for some shots to take home to the kids. But really, to me. Just to me.
So delicious!
What a whirlwind week that began in Mexico and ended in and around Paris. I am grateful for work to have sent me there and for which we ultimately had a nice vacation because of that. Thanks!

30 should be celebrated over and over again...with a Cruise!

Many moons ago, a year now it feels like (now two considering my blog is officially a year behind), my friend Silva and I decided to celebrate our 30th birthdays big, hers in the fall and mine in the spring. For her leg of the journey, we cruised to Cozumel. For mine, we resorted in Playa del Carmen (considering I'm still very behind in 20145, you can imagine this post is a long time coming, my friends)!

With the planning handed over to a nifty travel agent, we paid our monies slowly as we awaited the day to embark.

When the day finally arrived, with it came an arctic blast. It was grey, drizzly and chilly beyond expectations. Thank goodness we were heading for the tropics with constant sunshine and merriment.

Ha!

We were well on our way into the bright blue yonder before we all realized the storm was coming with us. Here's some math...on a 4-day cruise, how many days of sunshine were there?

Answer: 1.5 (and I'm being generous with the .5)



Suffice it to say, we donned our cold weather jackets as if we were on an Alaskan cruise and not in the Gulf of Mexico. No matter though because Carnival likes to keep you busy. We watched the cheesy opening show (so cheesy and delightfully distracting) and played trivia in the casino (we were pretty good at 80's movies) and ate and drank. I casino'd once, playing Texas Hold 'Em, and ended up winning some monies...maybe most of it was Tanner's, woops!

The moms stayed in the casino the entire time. No really, the entire time. We saw them at meals and meals only.

But a great time was had by all. The kids stuck together most of the time and when the sun finally did come out on our way back, we all hit the decks for the day.

Still grey.

SUNSHINE!

Cruisin' on the cruise around the walking path.
But before that sun shone through we arrived in Cozumel. No, no sun. Well, it was there for about fifteen minutes because the cruise ship was faster than the storm but then the rains came and grey clouds with it. Still fun and relaxing but certainly not as expected.

Massive thing.
Pretty beach and all...

With our afternoon on Paradise Isle whiled away, we made our way back to the ship to start heading back for home.  We danced it up in the DJ room and it was pretty good! Silva and her family took fantastic prom pictures together which we all giggled over and then we all hit the hay as the boat slowly took us back to dry land.

As it was a birthday celebration, here we are!
Party in the room on our last night.
In all, I don't know if I'd cruise again but if I did, here are pointers for my future self:
1) Do not do an excursion...
2) Do not travel in November...damn Smarch weather.
3) ALWAYS travel with good companions because an overly large boat quickly diminishes as you learn its every nook and cranny because you CANNOT LEAVE IT FOR FOUR DAYS.
4) Don't throw out your back right before you leave.

See you in April, Mexico! I'm coming back for more!




April 15, 2015

The American Triangle, Ireland, Part 3

Let me take a step back to our day of imbibement. Tanner and I had planned to go to Cork on Sunday and so prepared accordingly by going to the station to purchase advance tickets. We strolled into the station near our B&B, and the one we would leaving from the next morning for our island tour, and went to the ticket window. I asked politely for tickets to Cork and he goes, no trains running on Sunday. Oh, really?

Why's that, I asked. And he proceeded to point to a poster on the wall behind us that stated, "Strike" and listed out the multiple dates which said strike would take place. I looked at the guy somewhat incredulously and decided to just call it a day. Some things are just so different outside of the states. Planned strikes? Days in advance? Printed on a poster? Ooooook then.

I walked out defeated, knowing I wouldn't see Cork, the Blarney Stone or the Castle and then cheered up as I was met by a much more fun poster outside of the station: RIVERDANCE, 20th ANNIVERSARY PERFORMANCES.

Um. Oh. Em. Gee. Breathless Becca. This show, the one first shown to my 10 year old's eyes on PBS, was what catapulted me into my love of Celtic and Irish culture. What a sign, literally! I immediately looked up tickets for Sunday's performances and after slight pressure from me, Tanner agreed to go. How serendipitous, I nearly cried right there (but I didn't...I reserved the tears for the actual show, not joking. The feels, I had them.).

Spring forward to Sunday morning and we were able to enjoy another full Irish breakfast, nice and relaxing. We then walked to Kilmainham Gaol a mile away after passing through the gardens of the Museum of Modern Art.
MoMA
Very cool plaza, not unlike the Louvre!
The gaol (jail) was full of very fascinating stories. The last time it was used was for the Irish Revolution and how those men were treated was eye-opening considering they had TWO cells, one which was a sitting room with a fireplace and a serving man where they could bring their own home furniture to lounge in. Sweet treatment! Dublin has done a good job of maintaining the structure and sharing its history so Tanner and I really enjoyed the tour.


Can you name the movie that was filmed here? It's a smidge obscure. Hint: Daniel Day Lewis starred and it was nominated for several Academy Awards.

After wrapping up there, we headed to lunch with a few detours for "exploration time". With a quick refreshing change at the B&B we made our way, walking, to the theater near Grafton Street. How perfect once again that I was getting to see St. Stephen's Green unplanned as well as Grafton Street, made famous to me by Flogging Molly.

After the opening number my eyes filled with tears as I recalled the first time I ever watched it on PBS. It was both hilarious, because of it's absurd attire and "acting", and also TOTALLY AWESOME. I had a blast. And if you're wondering whether or not the famed sequined shirt was present, you betcha it was! The lead guy was no Michael Flatley, but he did a damn fine job trying.

The show wrapped and we left to wander down Grafton Street and see the park. Our last day on vacation, last day abroad, last day to potentially find the ONE souvenir I was most wanting. I had pretty much given up hope at this point that I would find the ring that I wanted. London was a bust considering I couldn't even find a jewelry shop. Edinburgh showed promise at one shop but they didn't have my size so I moved on. Inverness held few shops and shoes ended up being my souvenir from here. Dublin was last. My desires were simple, I felt...simple gold band emblazoned with some element of celtic culture. Surely this couldn't be so difficult, I said to myself when we first embarked on this trip. I was wrong.

But the universe knew what was up. Firstly, the strike which left us abandoned in Dublin on our last day. Secondly, the location of the theater and timing of the show...20th anniversary? For anyone that knows me knows numbers, and celebrations surrounding numbers, get me every time. Thirdly, the fact that the theater was located near Grafton Street which I had intended to visit when first considering the trip but never planned it properly once the plans settled.

We walked lazily down the street to the park and lo and behold, a jewelry shop, sitting idly on the corner across from the park. I looked in the window and liked what I saw. I'll run right in real quick just to see, I told Tanner. Less than five minutes later, I was the proud owner of what has now become my favorite souvenir of our trip abroad. Good thing I planned for this ring because it was the only ring I got while on said trip, much to the dismay of my girlfriends. Also to their dismay, a posted picture which confused them profoundly questioning whether or not we had gotten engaged. Poor girls, they are so mad at Tanner.
The one true ring.
I still wear this ring nearly daily, even though I used to swear up and down that I hated and subsequently would never wear gold. Having the moment in the shop and then enjoying the last of the beautiful weather in Dublin really rounded out our trip. We enjoyed one last pub and one last pint that evening before returning home to pack and prepare for our early flight home.

Ultimately, I think we're both most impressed with the following facts:
1) There was only one unsettling fight that lasted only a brief amount of time
2) Only two mishaps at a train station (the first being the far more costly and the second ultimately providing cost savings)
3) While all cities rained the day we left them, we only once got rained ON in Dublin our first evening there
4) We traveled really well together and were already excited about future trips to plan

While we were exhausted by the end, we both thoroughly enjoyed every country for each of the experiences we had there and each of the events or places we visited and learned about. Epic trip, completed.

Epilogue:
We landed in Houston and immediately drove out to Milo's foster Nana and mama's house to get him. We missed him so incredibly much and were beyond thrilled to have him back to hug attack and wrestle with. Life happiness, ongoing and awesome.

Also, check out this sweet collage I made.