La La La Ceiba, Ai Ai Ai Ai!

•October 11, 2008 • 2 Comments

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We have been in La Ceiba for a couple of days now and feel comfortable here.  As Central American towns go, this one is nice but cuteness factor in towns is not of much importance here.  We are on the look out for another town as cute as Antigua, Guatemala…now that is a cute historical town….but we are not holding our breathe.  We hope we like Tela a lot as it is a beach town and that is where we are thinking of settling after our language classes are over here.

We have been layng low, getting the lay of the land, and chilling out in our air conditioned room (hey, it is only 24.00 a night with a bathroom and balcony over a very busy and noisy street) watching American TV (okay okay, that sounds bad, but we must get it while we can I say :o).  We are also getting some errands done.  We have picked out our language school here in La Ceiba, we figured out how to get to the Bay Islands, and we found out from a young American couple who are teaching here for 2 years the basic cost of apartments.  And oddly enough Jim bought a watch, without cell phones we are time-dumb (like we missed the tourist office today as it closed at 12noon and we where there seconds too late), so he got himself an 80´s style digital casio for 8.00 bucks.  How cool is my husband!?  Let me see, what else exciting have we done, well, we bought some leches off a street vendor last night and ate them while in the main square…very yummy…like candy.

Speaking of food, our first night here we had pupusas, which are an El Savadorian dish that my brother in-law´s Mom used to make.  I love them and this place did them right!  Last night we treated ourselves to Mango Tango in the heart of Zona Viva since it was Friday night.  This place actually had a salad bar which I did not think was going to be good so I ordered a chicken dish instead.  But low and behold the dish came with the salad bar…and boy oh boy…that salad bar was awesome!  Pickled beets, a warm tangy mushroom salad. a cheese and corn salad, greens, and all the regular fixins as well as potato salad, a pasta salad like I have never seen before and delicious lite dressings.  So we ate a plateful of that and then our main dishes came, full of food.  I had a grilled chicken dish that came covered in grilled onions and a flavorful sauce, fried sweet plantains and rice.  Jim had a filet of fish with a spicy coconut sauce anda side of fries.  All for 7.00 each…which is a big splurge for us.   I got most of mine to go, since that salad was so huge, but when a cute little big brown eyed boy came by begging I gave him the food.  I saw him run off shoving the food in his mouth.  My first kindness to a Honduran child.   Look forward to many many more. 

Although it was a friday night, it was low key in Zona Viva, apparently Saturday night is the big night out here.  We stopped into a big place called The Palapa for a beer before heading home, again it was low key.  Home in bed by 11pm…big nights in the Carribean.  It is really nice though.  I woke up at 6:30am this morning and read for 2 hours! 

Tomorrow morning early we are off for Utila, wish us good weather.  We had our first huge down pour today, flooding the streets and all.  We plan to be on the island for the week, come back for the dinner party on the 18th and then go back until the 25th.  We start Spanish lessions on Oct. 27th, although just being here is a language lesson in itself.  We are finding when we are really tired, we do not want to speak Spanish.  It is just too much for our little pea brains!  Hopefully that will change!

Well, the sun is out now and we have more errands to run!  Email and keep on reading!

Adios America, Hello Honduras!

•October 8, 2008 • 3 Comments

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We made it!  Safe, sound and sweaty as a stockbroker.  San Pedro Sula is a big not so pretty city, but it has its charm…a big square that the whole city is centered around.  Ummm…that is about it. 

We were greeted at the airport by Matt, Jims volunteer contact.  A young guy from Conneticut out for a challenge and to change the world.  Also a great contact because he not only gave us a ride, he made hotel reservations for us and got us hooked up with a great dinner!  The local Director of Global Community Developement (google it) invited us over for a bbq Honduran style.  Strips of marinated beef, salad, spicy cheese, the freshest sweetest pinapple ever, and tortillas.   It was a great night, but at some point I was very overwhelmed with going straight from me Mum’s house in the good U. S. of A to a home of strangers in Honduras.  I know, not usual for me, but I think it was the language barrier and missing my family being around their family.  Teens texting, sisters laughing and friends having a good time.  We can’t wait until we can speak Spanish. but we are starting to use it more and more.  Heck, we did get contact lenses with an eye exam and did not walk out blind!

Wandered the streets today, checked out a market place, got those contact lenses for our scuba diving adventures on the islands (cheap!) and tried to register with the embassy but the line was too long and crazy.  And of course, we ate…not shortage of chicken, beef and pork.

We leave for La Ceiba tomorrow where we will find a language school, check out the town and start to set up home for a month.  Maybe also meet up with Dario and nice local guy who now calls Maui home for a 2 pig feast at his family’s house (Jason, we know you are salivating).  But before we start school, we go to Utilla for a week or so for diving and total relaxation mon (said in a Garifuna Carribean accent). 

Then on Oct. 18th we have a dinner party to attend.  Our first Honduran E-vite! 

Oh, no photos for awhile since our laptop is in the shop.  We will try to upload some here and there though!

Sunny Florida!

•October 6, 2008 • Leave a Comment

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We got to Florida around 2:00pm and went straight to the Keane’s in Jacksonville. Sean and Candy are friends of mine from San Francisco, but were originally from Florida. So, after some California time, they went back East. We had a nice afternoon and night at their really cool latino/tropical abode. I really felt like I was in the tropics there with all the windows open onto the screened-in pool, surrounded by plants backed up against a lush overgrown canal at the back of the property. We met their pups, Wednesday, the 30 lb. cat, and then heard about Worm, the hiding kitty. We also got the pleasure to meet another of the 3 muses, Nonna, Nanna, not sure how it is spelled, but she is Candy’s Grandmother who is in town to help out with TheThreeMusesClothing.com for the Halloween season. While I talked that business with Candy, Jim was learning about Sean’s globe trotting Special Forces antics. After a beer and some stories, Candy and Sean made us a wonderful dinner of grilled swordfish, shrimp and veggies. Now…that is how you cook fish…deep fry free! We enjoyed a great game of Cranium later. Oh, let me rephrase that, we kicked their butts! Okay, beginners luck…but even if we lost it would be worth it to see us all doing the puppet challenges and let me not forget the clay sculpture tasks.

The next morning, after lounging around the house and talking of the country’s current events, Sean whipped us up a great blueberry pancake and bacon breakfast. He then took advantage of the tide and headed out to surf. And we finally got on the road. But we did not go very far, Jim had to get his tires rotated for the last time in a while at Costco. What do you do at Costco when you do not need to buy anything for 2 hours, uh, buy stuff anyway, read books, eat the free samples, get a $1.50 hot dog! Well, thanks to Sean and Candy for a great first night in the last state on our road trip! See you in a year…or maybe down in Hondo!

We got to me Mums in Daytona Beach late afternoon and settled in to lots of talking, eating and avoiding unpacking the car for as long as we could. Not sure if it was Savannah or a flu that got to us, but both Jim and I were under the weather. Chest congestion, coughing, sore throats and for some reason, Jim had pain in his ear too, bad pain. After a couple of days of sleeping in late and not doing much, we took Jim to the Doc. With some antibiotics and ear wax cleaner in hand we got home for him to rest even more. The poor pup, he did do 97% of the driving for 5 weeks straight; 6,500 miles. In our under the weather state, we went through our big stack of mail, paid bills, figured out some other financial issues, did laundry, sucked wax out Jim’s ear with some burning mystical cone, and slowly weeded out the so many things we do not need or can not take with us to Honduras. Good times.

Wednesday, our third day in under the weather hibernation, we had visitors. First, what was becoming early morning to us, Todd, my oldest brother, came over around 9:30 am and hung out for a couple/few hours. We hugged, got caught up, reminisced of our days of youth, got teary-eyed, and hugged some more. After some rest time, Joshie, one of my nephews came over early evening with hurricane 3 year old Braydon! Joshie is Wayne’s younger son and Braydon is Josh’s son, so my nephew and great nephew. You know how I love my family, so it was great to see Josh and play with Braydon. Later that night while working on email our new computer decided to mess up. Every time I pressed the top row of letters the number above each letter also was entered: w3e4ru7i8o9 AHHHHH! Not now!

After several days of being stuck in the house, with my lovingly pampering Mom and Pops we needed to get out, so Thursday, our fourth day in Daytona, was a day to get things done. We divided and conquered. Me and Mom went shopping, yes, someone had to do it and we volunteered. Jim and Paul hit the DMV and insurance company for car issues then off to Best Buy to get the computer fixed. Funnily enough, we all ended up at Chic-Fil-A for lunch. I had to go to my first Chic-Fil-A place ever, in the food court at the mall, of course. I found some needed travel clothing, let’s not forget the shoes we were in need of as well, and then went home full bags in hand.

We had dinner with Wayne, one of my older brothers, and his girlfriend, Patty. Had a nice dinner, then drive, and for those friends of ours who know we like dive bars, we hit a good one. I do not even think it had a name. There was just a big sign that said, “Lounge.” Drinks cheap, dark atmosphere, smoke lingering in the air and darts, who could not love it? After the telling of old times and funny stories, it was time to nurse the flu again back at home.

Friday, we did more chores inside and outside the home trying to take it easy in between. The highlight of the day, for me at least, was meeting up with one Pam Stamey, formerly, Pam McMenamy. A friend of mine from 5th to 10th grade, a best friend of mine. We were inseparable then, but had not seen each other for 27 years. We had not even talked at all until several months ago when I found her online. The first time on the phone, we talked an hour easy. After we said, “You look the same” to each other, we caught up on our lives, our family’s lives and of course, we laughed at the many antics we went through together as kids. We were lucky to survive. I have always wanted to tell her how much I admired her, and I was not going to pass up this chance to do so. It is never too late. We were at the Ocean Deck Bar and Grill, a favorite place of mine as it is right on the beach and is very casual. When it started to get rowdy we decided to call it a night. Pam went her way, after maybe eigthteen hugs, and we went ours…but this time it will not be 27 years apart. With a bit of hunger in our bellies we headed to old Downtown Daytona and ran into a Blues Festival on Beach Street. We walked, listened to some live music and then went in for some appetizers to settle our stomachs. After a bit of an emotional evening we called it an evening.

We did a lot of weeding out on Saturday, no we do not need seven travel books on Central America, nor do we need seventeen magazines to read or twenty-five rings. It got a bit stressful so we finally made our way to the beach for a drive, a walk and sit on the World’s Most Famous Beach. Well, that is what they claim! Hey, you can actually drive your car on it and car racing was basically started in Daytona, so there! The stress just fell off us as the sea air was whipping through the car windows, it was dripping out of our pores when our feet hit the wet sand on the water’s edge, and it completely evacuated our bodies while laying on a blanket with my head in my beloved husband’s lap while kids played around us, boys surfed the waves and seagulls flew overhead.

That evening was good old family time, Josh, Todd, Wayne, Patty, me and Jim back to my fav Daytona hang out, The Ocean Deck. We got there to an overly loaded karaoke session, but after that was done we settled in for some decent pub food and beers. More talk of old times, new jokes, rounds of photos and laughs. We had a good time. Wayne, Patty and Josh took off earlier and it was left up to Todd to entertain us further. We stayed a bit longer, but decided to do the “Main Street Crawl.” Thank goodness we did the mini version and hit only a few bars. All but one I do not recall their names, but I can now say I have finally gone to “The Boothill Saloon.” Main street is the mecca during Bike Week in Daytona and although it is much much less populated, the clientele is of the same Harley loving, leather vest wearing, long hair variety. Good ole boys. And The Boothill Saloon is a mainstay and must see for bike riding visitors. Now, I can check that off my list! Jim and I still needed to nurse the lingering bug, so we called it a night at a bar that is all open-air and is in an old gas station.

Our last Sunday in the good Ole U, S of A for the year was partly spent going through my clothes and Jim at the computer. You see we are having problems with our brand new laptop, the keyboard has gone whacky. We have an extended warrantee, but we have to drop it off at a Best Buy, they send it in to only God knows who, they take 3-5 weeks to get it back into the store. Fun, right? Then my very nice parents have to pick it up and mail it to us for outrageous amounts of money! The trials and tribulations of having technology as part of your life, right? So with that said, we will not have a computer the first 2 -3 months in Honduras, so we will have to rely on Internet Cafes for our communication. Please still email and read our blog, but bear with us if we do not get back to you in a timely fashion.

Around 3:00pm we had a hotdog fest (love that red onion sauce) with the four of us, my nephew, Josh, and his family (Shannon, his wife, that little ball of energy, Braydon – 3, and Araya, 7), and Todd. We ate, played hide and seek, and either tried to feed Paul’s squirrels or scare them to death. The weather was so agreeable, so we hung out in the front yard most of the afternoon. It was nice and relaxing and great to be with family. I sure do miss my OUT West family, so it was nice to be with my BACK East family. Tears are starting up now…and my heart hurts. I do miss you guys. Okay, after the troops left, we watched TV while working on the computer, me blogging and who knows what Jim was doing.

Our last day! Okay, does hectic and stressed sound right, well it was, but with an island of calm in the middle of it when my Mom and I hit the nearby beauty school for some cheap mani-pedis and then lunch with her old friend, Mrs. Petko. Other than that, we packed our bags for Honduras, we packed stuff for storage above my parents garage and we packed some more. My brother’s stopped in for one last hug before our big trip.

To bed we went, excited, but tired and ready for the 5:30am wake up call. This has been a long time coming and here it is, one of our life’s goal starting and on it’s way to being accomplished. Never give up!

We love all our friends and family and you are all so very important to us. Thank you for your support and thank you for reading our blog. I will probably write much shorter blogs, I hear sighs of relief across the country, while in Central America and sometimes even without photos. But will try to keep you all up to date. And remember…email us…we will be so very homsesick!

Southern Living!

•October 6, 2008 • Leave a Comment

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We took off for Charleston, South Carolina the next morning. And after stopping at the South Carolina dripping with southern charm Welcome Center we went to Myrtle Beach for lunch. We found a wooden walk way along some marshland going from restaurant to restaurant. Creek Ratz was recommended to us, so we went there for yet some more southern seafood, but this time it was of the deep fry everything variety. It was okay, but I like to taste fish when I eat it not deep fried breading, thank you very much. Oh, let me explain, a creek rat is not of the rodent family and it was not served on the menu, but it is a term of endearment for the kids that grow up in the area who always came home with marsh mud all over them.

With our bellies full, we folded ourselves back into the good old Subaru and headed south. We got to Charleston mid evening and checked into the old world charm Inn we got a deal on at the state’s welcome center. The Anchorage Inn not only had a free continental breakfast complete with biscuits and gravy, but also served wine and cheese at happy hour and sherry from 9 to 10pm for free too! The hotel was a bit of a splurge, but we did get a great deal on it (1/3 of the price that we heard the front desk quoting people on the phone) and it was right smack in the middle of the 300 year old “Old Town.” We went out for a bite to eat and after enjoying walking around the cobblestone streets and checking out the old gas street lamps, we settled at an Irish place called Tommy Condons. I said, condoNs, not condoMs, you goofballs! Irish food was a nice change from all the seafood we had been eating. After dinner we just settled in for an early nights sleep in our cozy canopied dark wood bed.

After our filling free breakfast we headed out for museums, dungeons, and stories of pirates. The original city of Charleston was a walled city for safety from the Spanish, Native Americans, the French and oh yes, the pirates. The wall is no longer there, but the stories are…like the wailing of pirate ghosts who were hung for their crimes. Besides the sordid past, the city is very lush and has a cute scene around almost every corner and even down alley-ways. We were enamored by the lush garden and brick courtyards, enjoyed many big brass door knockers, took pictures of elaborate iron work and ran into more churches than people. We strolled through the market place to gander at not only your typical tourist items, but hand made items as well, such as sea grass baskets. We found this little French place which we fell in love with, I can’t recall the official name, but its nickname was “French and Fast.” We went in for a coffee and ended up with a light lunch. Great European atmosphere…without the attitude. For a smaller city, Charleston sure did have a lot to see, even on the grounds of churches. Most of the churches around the town had private very small and old cemeteries and at one we got a free private tour of the inhabitants and their headstones. Mr. Rhett, an “urban historian”, was a friendly guy who knew a lot, not only about the people buried in the cemetery, but about the actual headstones as well. One headstone, belonging to a daughter of a local family who died long ago had a skull with a bone pierced through it and part of the jaw was missing. Why you ask? Because it seems as if the people who buried this young girl wanted revenge even after her death, with no jaw she can not speak in the here after. So, please no skulls with broken jaws on my headstone please.

For an early dinner/late lunch we hit Hymans, famous for the seafood. Jim had a po-boy shrimp sandwich. Funny thing is the waiter asked Jim how he wanted the shrimp cooked and Jim looked at him blankly and said, “What are the options?”

Straight faced the waiter replied in a deadpan manner and mind you with a southern accent, “Blacken, sautéed, steamed, Cajun, boiled, or grilled.” I had to turn away because I felt I was right there with Forrest and Bubba cleaning the floor with toothbrushes talking about shrimp! Jim did his best to keep a straight face but had to have the waiter repeat himself because he was equally distracted. Jim got his cooked Cajun style and eyes widened when he saw how many shrimp there were in the sandwich! They ain’t fooling around.

It seems everyone who is anyone, even the volleyball team from Clemson, has eaten at Hymans and left their marks. How is that you ask? They sign plates which are then hung on the wall (see James Brown’s plate in the photo album link above).

We walked even more after dinner as a digestivo and then settled down at a rooftop garden bar for sunset. We just relaxed for a couple of hours until it was good and dark and we were good and relaxed. Then we ambled off for an early night in.

Charleston is a wonderful charming city, dripping a bit too much with just as many pearls as the moss that hangs from its aged large trees though. Very manicured, which makes for such a nice viewing, but manicured to a fault for too much fun.

A couple of hours south of Charleston is it’s red headed step sister, Savannah, another charming southern city, but as Charleston is manicured, Savannah is rough around the edges. I think Charleston is a prettier town, but Savannah seems more lived in. For instance, you have a wonderful river front walk which instead of ending in a nice park, ends at an old unused power plant. Savannah seems still in growth/remodel mode with many buildings being worked on for yet more hotels or restaurants. Maybe not as quaint as Charleston, but its fun side makes up for it.

At the Georgia Welcome Center, we again got a great deal on a historic downtown area hotel, this time at a brand new Hilton, which turned out to be cheaper than the surrounding budget hotels. For our last night in a hotel in the States for at least year, we went in style. We checked in and went on a “roam” and found an Irish pub for lunch on the river walk. Through this stop we learned many Irish people live in the area. We roamed more after lunch and enjoyed many of the probably 20 park/squares around the old area. We hit more churches, ABC, Another Bloody Church, as we learned from a Brit woman in Czech Republic! They were lovely though, none of the new variety, old, detailed and interesting architecture.

Later, the overcast gloomy night provided a great backdrop to our Haunted Pub Crawl. Our sassy pants tour guide dressed up in period Confederate soldier digs, entertained us for 3 hours. One of the first things he said was “You do not have to laugh at my jokes, but by the end of the night you better tell me I look skinny in this outfit!” Mind you he said it in that fierce “I am gay, get over it” attitude. He told us about a well known Savannah secret…the Savannah Flu…which is a much excepted reason to call sick into work. We were worried if we would experience it the next day as what they call a flu, the rest of us call a hangover. We did not see any ghosts, and although we did not feel our best the next morning I think a real flu bug got us. Back to the ghosts though, I did hear a stair creek in the dark, dank, creepy upstairs of the first pub, which I know was THE lady in the black dress. Jim enjoyed the Artillery Punch / Knock-out Punch and associated story of its origin back to the visit of George Washington. Anyway, we did have a great night of laughter, and how couldn’t we when we not only got a drink at some of the pubs, but were allowed to walk with them in the streets in plastics cups from place to place too! Yes, drinking in public is one of the attractions of this red headed step sister charming southern city. One can even go into a convenience store, buy a beer on tap in a plastic cup and walk away sipping the foam all the way down the street.

After our three hour ghost tour was over, we decided to hang out a bit longer with two English couples. English people, you know, the ones who enjoy their ale. Maybe a mistake, but a fun one! Interesting enough, one of the husbands is the COO of the Ministry of Sound. I would explain, but I know some of you already know what that means. Let me just say, leader in the dance music revolution. He played it down and told Jim he was an accountant, while his wife took bragging rights with us girls. The other couple was on their way west to California, then to Baja Mexico and down through Mexico and Central America to Belize by Christmas. Maybe our paths will cross again.

Home later than usual that night; we took liberties with sleeping in the next day. We now know what they mean by the Savannah Flue. We had a crappy but much needed brunch in the early afternoon, so with hunger dealt with we walked more and more and more leading us into evening and the Savannah Jazz Festival. We were at a large park with several thousand people in all states and styles of picnicking listening to live jazz. We were picnic-less, but fortunately like at every festival there are the food tents. We hit one of them up for a bar-b-que sandwich and then cozied ourselves in on the grass for a bite and listen. We sure enjoyed the Brunswick Stew side dish. Need to look that recipe up and make it some day. Back to our early night in routine, we headed back to the hotel after several long instrumental arrangements. Good times. Good sleep.

We got up early for some last day in town touristing. This day we had a great breakfast at B. Mathews. Not only did we get great food, our waiter was fun to talk to as well. A New York transplant, but through many other cities and states first, was sure to tell us what to do while in town. Even though dealing with some chest congestion, we still walked off the breakfast and saw as much more of Savannah, GA as we could before heading off to the last state on this cross country extravaganza.

Down the East Coast we Go

•October 4, 2008 • Leave a Comment

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As we waved our goodbyes to NYC, we were rubbing our gambling hands getting them ready for Atlantic City. When we got there, we walked the famous old boardwalk where we actually learned things. Like the game Monopoly was made there, and all the street names from Atlantic City are on the board! Jim said the boardwalk reminded him of the weird dream sequence Sopranos episodes that were filmed there. We also found out Salt Water Taffy was started there as well. Well, it is not made from salt water, but when a storm washed out a Taffy stand, people starting calling it Salt Water Taffy and it stuck! Also along the boardwalk, I found a place with cheap shoes and got a couple of sandals to take the place of some of the shoes we left on the side walk back in Brooklyn. And although most of us have heard a million jokes about the unpleasant scenery of New Jersey, I got a wonderful shot of an orange moon rise coming over the ocean and some sea grass. Yes, we walked down the boardwalk along the Atlantic Ocean hand in hand. A nice sight before our dinner at the Taj Mahal, Trump’s Taj Mahal that is. A casino and hotel, in typical Trump over the top style, yet with good food. Then, I went to bed! Exciting, eh? And Jim went to win Momma a new pair of shoes! And not only did he come back with his only pair of shoes still on, he came with enough winnings for several pair of shoes! The next day we slept in, had my last Sabrette hotdog, and then we were on our way to Washington DC.

The only hotel that we could afford or that was available for some reason in or around Washington DC was in College Park, MD. The Burbs, man, but right next to the University of Maryland. At least college towns are never that bad. We were also within walking distance to the Metro, Washington’s subway system. We ordered food in for dinner, caught up on email, blog writing and TV that night. After yet another good free continental breaky, we walked to the Metro and hit the Mall. The Washington DC Mall with the Smithsonian Museums and monuments, that is, not the location where local teens hang out to spend Daddy’s money on cheap Claire hair accessories. We went to the Hirshorne art museum where we saw some great modern art. There was an amazing video of this excruciatingly hard mousetrap-game-like never ending contraption, “The Way Things Go” by Peter Fischli and David Weiss. Next, we walked by the Air and Space Museum, and were only going to quickly walk through but ended up there for over an hour. Planes, jets, spaceships, all antique, modern or futuristic…very impressive. Had a Native American lunch at the Native American museum, what a great idea! Not sure how authentic the recipes were, but everything sure was tasty! Cool museum done in modern times and from the view of how individual people live in different tribes now. Really was drawn in by one particular story of how so many Cherokee Indians worked on the largest steel structures in America. Once things had advanced in America, Indians had to learn how to make money to survive and fortunately, Cherokees were exceptionally good at steel work. They helped build the Empire State Building, the Brooklyn Bridge and even the World Trade Center buildings. After that, I guess we did not have our fill of museums and walked to Hall of Archives to see the Declaration of Independence, The Constitution, and Bill of rights up front and in person. Then we decided to spend some outside time on the lovely, sunny, not that hot day, so went to the Washington Monument, and checked out the war memorials. The war memorials were especially meaningful in this time of war in Afghanistan and Iraq; is Iran next? We do not want anymore people to die, but understand war is necessary at times. We do not think this is one of those times and are ready for this one to start winding down before it bankrupts our country. Oddly enough, Washington DC did, not in a whole, make me feel even more warm and fuzzy about the good ole U. S. of A., but going to so many outstanding museums for free makes me feel great that british scientist James Smithson, who had never been to the USA provided the money to start the institution! We took a rest on a grassy knoll (we’re in DC, not Dallas!) overlooking the reflecting pool near the Lincoln Memorial, and met some very hungry ducks and squirrels. We did not have any food to give them, so off they went, but we got some good photos of them before they scampered off. A bit down the park, we met Freaky Le Squirrel II! Freaky Le Squirrel I lives in Chicago. Let me explain: the Freaky Le Squirrel tribe, are of a black coloring and are very aggressive. Freaky Le Squirrel I traumatized my friend Nicole when he flew through the air and landed on her. I look forward to meeting the FLS III! With Freaky Le Squirrel safely behind us, off to Georgetown we walked. And walk we did, for longer than we had planned, but all in all, good exercise. We were tired from being on our feet all day long and hit the nearest English pub for a beer. Okay, there goes the exercise, but it sure did taste good! And hey, it was refreshing as it was a hot day out and we were damn tuckered. After our pick me up, we walked more checking out places to eat and shop (still on the lookout for replacement shoes!). After many more blocks we decided to head back towards the Metro stop. On the way there, we found a great Spanish Tapas joint with great décor. Had some yummy food for dinner and relaxed a bit. Back to the Metro station for the ride back to the Burbs where that bargain hotel was located, and then yet another walk from the metro to the hotel. And then, my friends, an early night of sleep for the drive we had coming up the next day.

During the beautiful Eastern Shore drive down the coast we found this small shack (seriously, it was a shack) serving seafood, Metompkin Seafood Market. It had hand written signs, you know the Mom and Pop kind, out front. They sold fresh uncooked seafood, but also had an array of cooked stuff “to-go” too. I have never had a crab cake with so much crab in it before, imagine that! After that the next big excitement was going over a 17 mile bridge and under 2 miles of tunnel, The Chesapeake Bride – tunnel. I think they should have given it a clever name like the English/French with their Chunnel and named it the Chesabrunnel or Tridge, but no. Then not too long after that we arrived at the Glasier abode in Virginia Beach. Greeted first by Justin, surprised Diana at the back door and then came Harrison. David came home a bit later after work. For dinner we had my favorite North Carolina BBQ pork sandwiches. Yummy! Then the HenderBalz made a big hit with Harrison and Justin, Diana and David’s 16 year old and 10 year old sons, by pulling out those fireworks we bought in Tennessee. Apparently, I could have gotten bigger fireworks without upsetting Diana, as fireworks are a Glasier family favorite! The boys set off some and we all had some laughs on how loud they were, where they went and how the boys reacted. Then after a funny impromptu improv performance from Harrison, the actor in the family, we went to bed on the earlier side, but yet still slept in some the next morning.

Diana gave us a tour of Norfolk, VA, a small city near Virginia Beach in hopes we will chose it as a place to live after our year away in Central America. We are still not sure, but we will think about it. During our tour, we went to Nauticus, a museum of naval history along with a tour of the battle ship Wisconsin. Nice guns! Lunch came next and what would you think of a placed called No Frill Grill? No frills maybe? But the food was of the home-cooking pretty darn good variety. I think adding in fettuccini in with chili is a frill, don’t you? Then we drove around checking out neighborhoods, who knew Norfolk had such cute old homes! We were even given a tour of a 10th floor condo overlooking the bay, cool place and lay out, but too modern for us.

After going back home, we relaxed and got ready for a big night out in Norfolk. We had an awesome dinner at Havana’s, a Cuban style tapas place. Mojitos all around and more than enough delish tapas were shared. We were in a lively night spot, so out we went to look for the perfect place. But for some reason, nothing was really hopping, except that one place where no one was over 21.5 years of age (except for a few cougars). We did go to Time and got a drink, laughed at the 80’s music and youngins’, but did not stay for long. We hit another place, but it was not “Our” place, so on we went. Finally, we found the perfect place. A sports bar of all places, plenty of drunken people to entertain us. First there was the “eating fire hot serving of chicken wings in under 60 seconds for a free t-shirt” guy. For some reason he liked us, and gave us a free pitcher of beer. Then there was the “Elegant Violence” guy. Elegant Violence is a T-shirt put out by the Naval Academy’s rugby team and David has one himself. He was across the bar from us and some how he and David got into an incomprehensible sign language war which proved to be hilarious. I went over to check out his story and from then on we had a funny not so little friend. After he left looking for his even more drunk friend, it was time to get back to the kids, so we hailed a cab and fortunately that was a quick task. Funny pictures on the ride home and to bed we went.

Saturday, once again we slept in, you’d think we had some sleeping disorder, but maybe traveling is more tiring than one would think, but then again the drinks do not help either. Had a nice continental breakfast laid out for us by Chef Diana and after we were all ready to do, we went to Justin’s foot ball game. Ten year old little guys, playing a serious game of football, tackle and all. It is so freakin’ cute in that go-team-go kind of way. Justin is not even my kid, and I cried after the game when they did their circle team cheer. Feeling all flekempt, we all went emotional shoe shopping. I got 2 pairs at the second place and Jim finally got a pair at the third store we went to! Thanks Die! After that chore we needed a much needed treat….pedicures for everyone. Well, Jim declined but he did enjoy the massage chairs. All through the day and the day before we had been hearing and seeing the Blue Angels doing their fancy schmancy practice tricks and doing low altitude fly-bys. So an air show extravaganza at the beach was in order. We caught most of it in the car on the way there, stretching necks out the window. Even in that position it was pretty darn cool, an airplane with fireworks coming off it as it flew back and forth, and also parachuting troops with fireworks coming off their feet as they landed on the beach right there at the bandstand. We made it to the event in time for the introduction of the parachuting troops, the Red Devils, the Leaping Frogs and some other troop named after a colorful animated character. Then the Blue Angel pilots, those guys are awesome, but them flying in their planes are even more cool. Tummy’s grumbling, we worked up even more of a hunger walking the 10 blocks to the Seaside Raw Bar. What a dinner, raw oysters, oysters Rockefeller, clams casino, steamed shrimp and crab legs…talk about Extravaganza…we had our own Seafood Fest right there in front on the table in front of us. Reno, Vegas and Atlantic City…your seafood buffets have nothing on that dinner!

We decided to head back to the Glasier homestead to enjoy Jim’s bottle of Opus One wine…another one of his prized wines he saved to drink with friends and family on this road trip of ours. Thank goodness it was not past its prime. After talking going on for too long we hit the sack.

Sunday we got up for a walk on the beach with Gus and Bruno, no not the bear gay neighbor’s, but the Glasier family dogs. Justin also came along for some surfing, but the water was not right for surfing, so boogie boarding he went and quickly, fortunately in a wetsuit. I got some good shots of him catching the waves, uh well, one of his hair, his foot, his board! No, really, check out the photo album above, he caught some good waves and I caught them on digital (does not sound as good as being caught on film, does it?). And then Jim got some good shots of Gus and Bruno fighting a tiny little crab. Gus and Bruno are not of the he-dog variety, but they were intimidating to this not even one inch off the sand crab.

When Justin was done, we picked up Harrison and headed out for lunch at Alice’s. Although not planned, we adults could not pass up the Bloody Mary Bar special they offered. I went mild where Jim went crazy spicy hot (hotter than planned; the first hot sauce had a dropper, the second came pouring out). Harrison drove us home, not because we were loaded, but because he needed his practice time behind the wheel. He did great, especially with 4 back seat drivers! Some of us relaxed some at home, but whirling dervishes Diana and David not only shopped and prepared a great meal, but mowed their large lawn as well! Us lazy folk, read, slept and played on the computer. Damn! We need a bit of Diana’s DNA to get us up and moving more!

We had a nice dinner with Joy and Bill, Diana’s parents I have known since I was 18 years old. It was nice catching up with them before we left the area…they are the same. Bill still loves to golf and Joy has a sharp biting sense of humor. It was nice to hear about their son, Diana’s brother and his fiancé, who had just returned from teaching in Honduras. After we packed a bit for our next morning’s departure, we watched the new HBO vampire show and then Entourage. I think we are getting hooked on Entourage, what will we do in Honduras without it?

The next morning we tried to get an early start, but we did not get on the road until 10am. We did get to say our good byes to most of the family, but Harrison’s 6:30am departure was just way too early. We took our time driving down the coast to the Outer Banks, Kitty Hawk and Nags Head. We took the time to stop by the Wright Brother’s Museum, what they did was really amazing and without even high school educations. We got into Wilmington, North Carolina around 5:00pm. We took a drive into the old part of town and then decided on what hotels to hit up for the night. We stupidly went to a Motel 6, which fortunately we decided against due to the foreign not good smell in the room, and found this cute little motel called The Carolinian Inn. A retired banker all dressed prim and proper waiting at the check-in counter, buildings wrapped with big old oaks dripping with tiers of moss…what a welcome. A clean, smell free room for 45.00 with tax made it even better. After a quick settle in we went to “town” and found a wooden walk way along the river going from shop to shop and restaurant to restuarant. We ate at the Pilot House on their nice outdoor patio and of course we had more southern seafood, Mussels, raw oysters, crab fritters and fried green tomatoes. Yum-a-licious! Okay, not good for our waistlines, but can we not worry about that until Honduras please? After dinner we walked through the town, checking out the old buildings, then settled into the oldest bar in Wilmington for a night cap.

We are Back East now!

•September 26, 2008 • Leave a Comment

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We drove into Baltimore late Sunday afternoon; the city desolate except for the thousands of people leaving some sporting event driving back to their homes in the burbs.As we drove on it went from a desolate downtown, to down beaten and then to down right bad.We could not find our hotel and the hoods were not getting any better. I spotted a BBQ joint and asked Jim if he wanted to eat.  Jim said he wasn’t up for eating at a dive BBQ joint next door to a gangster dive strip club.  Jim says in hindsight we probably missed out on some of the best BBQ of the trip. With the massive amount of stuff in our car, we did not want to leave it unattended in a bad neighborhood outside our hotel overnight, so we made the last minute decision to drive straight on through to Philadelphia, PA.As I drove, Jim used his handy dandy phone with internet access and google maps to find a hotel in the Old Town part of Philly.A bit outside our budget, but it was getting late and was in a great location.We treated ourselves.We got some of the money back with the awesome free “continental” breakfast.Does hand made waffles fall under continental?We did a lot of walking to work off those waffles, to Betsy Ross’ house, to a wonderfully gorgeous Masonic Temple built in 1873, to city hall, to Independence Hall and of course, to the current home of the liberty bell.If you can believe this, we did not, I repeat, did not run up the Museum of Art steps Rocky style.How lame of us, eh?

After going to the Alamo, then the Vicksburg Battlefield, the Liberty Bell, Betsy Ross’ House and where the Declaration of Independence was authored, debated and signed, not to mention the beautiful natural sights and scenes we have seen along the way… I have a new found love for America.Outside politics, this country is as good as all those people wanting to move here think.There was no one battling to rule the free world at the now ghost laden battlefields of the Civil War.There were no billboards bad mouthing running mates on the Blue Ridge Mountain Parkway.And the silence of Thomas Jefferson’s home, Monticello, spoke mountains especially when we saw he even had the bust of his nemesis, Alexander Hamilton, in his home because he admired him.Would McCain or Obama do that?I think not.The politics in this country is what makes me sick and select idiot politicians that makes people of other nations laugh at us.If we could all remember our country is NOT just its politics or politicians…we are a country of wonderful people, amazing achievements, freedom and outstanding natural scenery and resources.Queue the American anthem!

Philly not only has plenty of history, it has it’s fill of great restaurants and really cool watering holes. We just loved Old Town, not that we would move into that hood, but it was cool to have old building after old building around us.We did check out a couple of livable hoods…and like them just as much.It is now on our list of places to move to after we get back from Honduras.Of course, the warm breezy days and nights made it that much more likable, would we feel the same at 10 degrees on a snowy day drudging to work?

Besides the historical sights we saw, we were lucky enough to have our own Philly Cheese Steak taste test, Geno’s or Pat’s?They have been at war forever and this is just another war we would like to end.So Jim went to South Philly, I got one and Jim got the other.Sorry Pat’s…Geno’s wins!The meat melted in our mouths.The difference between the real thing and what I have been having all my adult life is that Philly style does not include any sauce, like the BBQ style.I like my sandwiches with some moisture…grilled onions are not enough!But, the war is over, if only we can end the “other” one!

With that task done, off we drove to the Sound Beach/Port Jefferson area of Long Island, NY for a visit to my father and grand parents resting spot. I also took Jim on a run through of all my old childhood haunts, the corner store where we got Italian Ices, the tiny hill in the parking lot of what was then a sewing factory where we went sledding in the winter, my old house, my Uncle George’s old house, the stairs, that were unfortunately locked, to the beach, and then Grandpa Hoffmann’s house up on the hill across the street from the Sound Beach Club House.It brought back a lot of memories.And Jim got to see a bit of my past, exciting as it was.Some of the area has changed, some has not and it was a nice walk down memory lane.Now, it is one thing to see sights, but meeting up with family members you have not seen in 20 years really sparks your memory!It was an Italian family fest, Aunts, Uncles, and cousins, cousins, and more cousins.It really warmed my heart to joke around with Uncle Tony like it was yesterday that I had seen him last or seeing Ricky’s kids who look just like my nephews, their cousins, who live in Oregon.It was a great time and thanks to Julia and Cookie for organizing it all!

After the family fanfare, we took off for the big city for time with old SF friends, Patty, Rich and Cooper, and Nicole, Chad and Aiden.Good times…lots of good times. After a good walk around the Bayridge hood in Brooklyn with Patty, we had a nice dinner with everyone that evening.It was a feast of roasted and marinated beets on greens, salmon bar-b-que’d on cedar, steak and sausage, good wine and tiramisu.After so many nights of eating out, it was nice to stay in for a night, not that we took it easy! Jim opened another bottle of old wine, this time it was the desert wine he brought back from France in the early 1990s that we enjoyed with the tiramisu. Yumm!

The next day, after a late start, Patty took us to the Park Slope neighborhood of Brooklyn.Nice place with good food, stores and a huge park….where we ate our bagel sandwiches for lunch that day.Yep, New York bagels, baby!That evening we headed with Patty into Manhattan for a Friday night happy hour crawl after Nicole and Rich got off work.We started off at a place called Souths for a beer.Then we found this cool place down in a basement, I do not recall the name, but it was Asian with cool jazz, great drinks and yummy appetizers.When we finished, we were on our way to another place, a place Patty and Rich knew about, but it was closed…The new owner, Patrick, told us to go to Red Circle, on the way there we stopped in a placed called Another Room…a round of beer and champagne for everyone!Then we hit Red Circle.It was more of a restaurant than a lounge, but we checked it out anyway.We looked for someone who knew Patrick, but the stiff lipped French employees knew nothing of what we asked, until a round cherub of a man dressed as a chef came out.Said in a French accent “Oh, Patrick, I love him! You know Patrick?He told you to come here?Oh how nice…I give you chicken wings.” And that he did…wonderful French style of some sort chicken wings with the meat formed into a ball at the end of the bone!What a jocular man he was, much more fun than the uptight waiter or unfriendly bartender!It ended up to be a fun last bar for the evening.Patty and Rich dreading the subway ride home decided we needed to keep the momentum going.So, Patty and I scampered off to a corner store where we got a surprise for the rest of the group!Naughty naughty girls!Nip here and there on the train never hurt anyone!We went back to relieve Chad of his babysitting duties and brought back a great take out dinner of Middle Eastern food.Apparently, I fell asleep on the couch and made tiny cute sleep sounds which some of the crowd enjoyed calling snores.Yeah, right.

Little Italy gone crazy!We went to the Festival of San Gennaro which is more of a debauchery than a religious event.Basically, an Italian Fest with frozen drinks, fried food and more than a lot of people.Whatever some people may say about the throngs of bridge and tunnel people in Manhattan, I say it was fun and in a great hood!After no luck finding a place to sit and wet our whistles in all the very crowded bars around the festival we decided to head back home (home is where our packs are).We relaxed and got ready to go out for dinner and big night out in Manhattan.We shared a bottle of J Sparkling wine (thanks Nancy and Lisa!) and out we went.We had dinner at Aero, a balmy night on the front sidewalk patio eating some damn good Italian food.Nice way to start the night.Our next adventure included a subway ride to Manhattan where we ended up at Love for good disco-esque DJ dance music. This bar/club proved to be interesting right off the bat as we walked into a cave-like room.Things got better when we saw the drink special for the night was called “Black Cock.”Funny enough, the boys went for the drink, while the girls stayed away.As we checked out the bar, we entered into the “Catacomb” room. We entered the room checking out the red plastic circular seating area and cave like little cubby holes up the wall.I mean 2-3 person size cubby holes.  Chad and Rich climbed in right away.The rest just watched.The room was separated from the adjacent bar by a waterfall. After the catacomb room experience we checked out the main room where we met up Jason, a SF friend.We had fun all catching up, drinking, dancing and finding out more about Evette, Jason’s new “friend.”It was a fun and late night; made it to bed around 3am.We felt like we experienced a full-on night out in New York City.

Sunday morning Jim and I went for a walk around the hood.When we got back Rich made a delicious and most interesting breakfast of pierogis and sausage.After some conversation and lolly gagging, we went to the Pickle Fest in the Lower East Side…Pickles galore!All fresh, basically homemade, pickles and better yet, pickled olives, cauliflower, green beans and carrots.To make things even crazier, we had pickle chocolate truffles that were unbelievably good and I heard about pickle flavored ice cream.No thank you.We also checked out the hood, a mix between hip clothing shops and cheap leather coat shops.After dipping in and out of a few shops, we needed to rest and replenish nourishment.We stopped at Spitzers and had a nice meal.After that we headed back home where we relaxed, talked and got on the computer…again.Jim and Rich took off to shop for dinner at Fairway, what I guess is an outrageously great grocery store. Jim said you can see the Statue of Liberty from the parking lot. We made another great meal and had a wonderful evening talking, cooking, eating and drinking.On the menu for the evening was roasted acorn squash, a salad of mixed greens and arugula, pickled green beans from the pickle festival and bar-b-que’d steak with cannoli and éclairs for desserts.Yum Yum!After that we had to say our goodbyes to Nicole, Chad and my favorite new little man, Aiden.After they left, Patty and I sat in the living room talking while Jim and Rich sat next to each other at their computers coming up with new business ideas giggling like school girls.Then we all watched Entourage together, yes an odd way to end out time together, but a good show none the less.

The next day we tried to get up early to say good bye to Rich and Cooper (my other favorite not as little man), we missed them.We had to pack up the huge mess we made of Cooper’s room.Showered and got ready to leave, but in the midst of packing up the car Jim had to take a break to find us a hotel in Atlantic City, NJ.We were gone from packing the car for an hour, and all of a sudden Jim realized he left the bag with all of our shoes on the side walk.You see, Brooklyn (and most big cities) have this unwritten rule, if you want to get rid of something without having to do much, you just put in on the sidewalk and Wa La…it is gone. You may remember a Seinfeld episode on this topic. Well, I hope that person who got our bag of 15 shoes needed them…and gee…fits into them! They did not steal them, they thought they were getting something for free…and they did.Patty is on look-out for anyone wearing our shoes though.

Off to check out the East Coast gambling scene!

Through the south we go!

•September 19, 2008 • 1 Comment

 

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Off we went across Texas to the outskirts of Houston to see the Duffy Boys, Eddie and Joey, and Eddie’s wife, Denise. My cousins, not on the Italian side, but on the Irish/German biker nice guy side! When we finally got there we were welcomed with opened arms and opened icy cold bud-lights. Perfect drink for the extremely hot humid weather, even at 6:30pm. Right away, as we talked outside Joey’s, I noticed little bugs flying about, bugs I have not seen in a long time, and bugs Jim has never seen before ever. Love bugs all over the place, some flying solo, but most flying about in their rear ended attached way. On our trip from Houston we saw even more Love Bugs, smashed on the windshield, holding on for dear life on the hood, mushed on the front grill with bug juice running down the sides of the car. Poor little Love Bugs!

 

After we caught up some, we moved to Eddie’s shop, and got acquainted with the “Trike.” Eddie’s creation, half mustang, half motorcycle, all three wheeled red hot Trike. Of course, we had to check out all the motorcycles too. Then we went back to Joey’s for some yummy spaghetti dinner made for us by Denise. Thanks Denise! After dinner, we retreated to Joey’s man cave. I have to say I was a virgin man caver and I think this was the mother of all man caves! It was a mixture of war museum, teen hang out, train hobbyist and best of all, band practice studio. Great place and great stories to go along with it. Unfortunately we did not get to hear any of their musical talent, but I am still amazed Eddie taught himself how to play guitar in his late 40’s! When sleep was creeping in, we were walked to our guest RV in the field near the horses, yes horses. If we had more time, which I wish we did, I would have loved to go for some rides. The next morning we did go for a ride, on Eddie’s “Texas Independent Trike”. What fun, all the fun of a motorcycle, but in the comfort and shade of the back seat of a mustang! If you are interested in getting yourself a Trike, I have an in with the creator, email me and I will set you up! Thanks Eddie, Joey, and Denise for some more big time Texas hospitality.

 

We left thinking we would still try get to New Orleans. You see, although Hurricane Gustav did not hit New Orleans directly, it was close enough to force an evacuation of the city and the city was still shut down. Hurricane Dawn worked her wonders once again.  We could not contact our hotel or even the bigger hotels, so we decided to head north. We drove to northwestern Louisiana, then across the top of the state and sadly enough we left the state all in the same day. One day we will get to New Orleans! We stopped for a night in Vicksburg, Mississippi, the location of a great Civil War battle. We ate at our first Cracker Barrel chain restaurant…probably our last too. We got a good night’s sleep and hit the 16 mile battlefield drive early the next morning. Quite impressive, it just goes on and on and they did this all on foot, with large cannons and shotguns…for 47 days! Finally the Union soldiers won, but not until after they lost 17,000 of their men. The Confederates held their own for as long as they could and now we have this fine country of ours with a black man running for president. We have come a long way baby!

 

After our fill of American history for the day, we headed to Chattanooga, TN. We got a room at a hotel with many people that had fled the hurricane. They were waiting until Mayor Nagin gave the go ahead to go back. We hit a Cajun restaurant for dinner since we missed it in Louisiana. We were in the downtown area, although kind of empty, but still with people milling about and even living in local lofts. It is what seems like a pretty cool city, with up and coming inner city living. Had a great dinner of Creole shrimp, jambalaya, and red beans and we brought in one of Jim’s bottles of French wine from 1982. Oooh, a bit past it’s prime, but still yummy. Across the street was this huge Holiday Inn built into an old ornate train station, very cool.

 

Another early start the next morning, off to Radford, VA, the home of my alma mater. The drive went very smoothly, but Jim did go a bit crazy when we stopped by the Fireworks store Tennessee. It is just crazy they sell some of this stuff…things that explode up to 300 feet in the air and 100 feet wide, things that are illegal in all other states. It is an adult male’s explosion dream come true! And I have to say I am bad because we bought some for a friend’s boys, right now I do not want to say which one as she does not know it yet! Hello, wouldn’t we be the coolest people ever if we showed up at their house with things that blow up, spark, flame and go kaboom?! Okay, as far as the rest of the day’s trip went, we did have a little snafu at the Waffle House. Let me explain, Waffle Houses are at every exit along the highway and we just could not resist any longer. We finally broke down when Jim was dying of hunger. Jim orders up some waffles and just before the cook throws down some batter, they realized they are out of batter. The Waffle House is out of waffle batter, go figure! Jim says out loud “how can you run out of waffle batter at a waffle house?” and the cook turns, does not apologize, but says gruffly, “So, we are out, it happens!” IHOP makes pancakces and they never run out, Waffle House should change their name to IFLOP because they suck. Thank goodness we could watch him cook the alternative meal, so no “extras” ended up in Jim’s hash browns dish.

 

Now back to reminiscing of my college days gone by…Dred the Red, Radford University! Ha, the mascot is a Scottish guy and the school is plaid, scary and tough, eh? The town around the campus has not changed much, some of the streets are a bit bigger, I think fewer trees, and more buildings, but it really has not gotten huge. It still has the small college feel I liked. The funniest thing is when I went to school there, the preppy look was in with plaid shorts, checkered vans shoes and all, and scary enough, these same fashions are back! It is like I never left, except that I finally gained those freshmen 15! We hit one of my hang outs back in the day; BT’s celebrating their 25th anniversary, but had a much earlier night than back in the day. On a sad note, the fountain changed a bit and that is not the sad part. The new fountain was a donation in honor of an alumni and Sig Ep brother. Chip Perkins, a friend of mine back in the day passed on in 2004 at only 40 years old. I remember clearly, Chip’s wavy thick blonde hair, long lanky body and Frisbee throwing skills. A moment of silence was in order. [Jim apologizes for his wife’s wannabe Daneille Steele writing moment].

 

Slept in on Saturday and went off for a ride in the country, because the 6,000 miles we are driving on this trip was not enough. Jim was just as amazed as I though he would be with the real Shenandoah Valley. He fell in love with the beautiful, green, rolling hills, old farm houses, small towns, rivers and idea of living so close to a great place for weekend outings. You see, there is a tiny baby Shenandoah Valley in California around 1 hours East of Sacramento, where we have gotten many of our wonderful California wines. Now, Jim has seen the real one! And we did another first for Jim; we went to a covered bridge. Jim was amazed with the architecture, and it still stands! On the way back to our home away from home, the Super 8 Hotel, we hit Floyd, famous for Bluegrass music. But in this little town, one event a weekend is aparently more than enough and there was a celebration the night before. Although we did not get bluegrass, we did get some nice music, the cool jazz kind, but yet still good. The dinner at Oddfellows Cantina was outstanding, but wait, the Virginian wine I tried was not!

The next morning, right off the bat we hit the Blue Ridge Mountain Parkway. It is a road right along the top of the mountain range, with great views on both sides. Unfortunately, it was not late enough into fall to get the real treat… millions upon millions of trees changing colors. I did get one photo of a tree with around 5 leaves that had turned a nice warm red already. One day, we will have to go back; Jim needs to see it and I can never get enough of it. We slid off the parkway to check out Charlottesville, home (Monticello) of Thomas Jefferson, our 3rd president, and University of Virginia. What a great town, I do not remember it from my days partying at Easters! It is like a tiny posh city in the middle of the mountains, and Monticello was even more beautiful. Jefferson had a nice set up, we like how he rolled. Big library, beautiful gardens, great food and libation… he knew how to live! The dinning room came complete with wine bottle dumbwaiters hidden in the sides of the fireplace, for easy access to his basement wine cellar.

 

Off to Baltimore by sundown! More to come, stories of bad to worse neighborhoods, eating food of the American colonial days, falling in love with America even in this time of political unrest, and great cocktails at a hip rooftop garden bar.

 

 

From the Golden State to the Lone Star!

•September 6, 2008 • 3 Comments

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There we were, waving our goodbyes to Dawn and Randy, tears in our eyes not sure if we were ready for this adventure or not. The kids had already gone off to school and our hearts hurt. There was plenty of time that 10 hour drive day to think about everything, we were wavering back and forth between being so excited about what lays ahead of us to tearing up because we won’t see one of Carl’s many funny faces or hearing the girls calling out “Auntie Dawn, Auntie Jim” (Auntie Jim is not a typo, the girls call Uncles Auntie too) for a long time. Okay, we will miss everyone else too, but you know how little kids pull on your heart strings.

The drive went well as much as a 10 hour drive can go. We did see our first tumbleweed, way earlier than we expected outside Bakersfield in California. I must say it was not the full on Hollywood rolling across the highway all dramatic and willowy kind, but the sitting by the side of the road doing nothing looking pathetic kind. Jim called it the “Charlie Brown Christmas Tumbleweed.”

We got in Vegas around 6:30pm checked into our class A not so 5 star hotel, Hooters. Yes, Hooters has a hotel and casino! And yes all the girls wear those orange short shorts and tight tank top outfits, complete with thick shin high white socks and all white sneakers. Jim said they dress more modestly than the ladies at the other casinos. Okay, it was cheesy fun for me too.

We hit New York New York for dinner, pastrami sandwich and a beer at a Jewish Deli. Yes, Vegas does have everything. To walk off the dinner we headed over to the Bellagio to watch the amazing dancing fountain show. And afterwards we went in to check out the hotel casino and also enjoyed a cocktail. Very faaancy! Then we crossed the street to Paris. The lobby ceiling is adorned with some awesomely beautiful Chihuly art glass. We hit Trader Vics at Planet Hollywood after that. We sat directly over the side walk so we got to watch the crowds of people milling down the streets. I do believe women think it proper in Vegas to show as much skin as possible…loved the outfits, the sizes, shapes, color and most surprising of all…all the accents. We heard more foreign languages than English the whole time there.

Late start on our second day, come on we were in Vegas, we had to sleep in! Had brunch and then we were off to get acquainted with Liberace at his Museum. You have to love that man, what I would do just for his pinky rings! Now, he was the King of Bling! He even had a 500 kt rhinestone! Largest rhinestone in the world given to Liberace by Svarski Crystals. Top that 50 Cent!

Back at the hotel Jim sauntered up to the craps table for some afternoon game playing. Well, it really went down like this…Jim was playing and then after I blew my free 100.00 at the slots obnoxiously quick I joined him to make sure he was not gambling the house away, uh right no house to gamble away! We were going to go off and do something else, but it was my turn to roll and a biker looking guy in a kilt bribed me (literally, he put 10.00 down on the pass line and around 40.00 on the odds) to stay to bring some lady luck to the table. I through the dice and boy, did I bring on the lady luck! And he would not even take the winnings, so we kept on playing. Wining and high-fiving biker kilt guy and red pom-pommed tam kilt guy the whole time. Picture this, one of them in a red plaid bikers helmet do-rag hiding his bald head and sporting a handlebar mustache on his tanned face. He wore a white shirt, and a red plaid kilt. The other had a black tam with a red pom pom on top on his head, a white shirt and a red plaid kilt adorned with a waist Scottish – okay for men – purse thingy. They were loud, obnoxious, fun and before they rolled their dice, they would roll around something else hanging loose under their kilts. We were even mooned by the one in the tam. We played for around 3 hours and had a blast! And even better yet, both Jim and I walked away with some winnings.

After that exciting gambling roller coaster, we went for a ride on the monorail which was less than exciting, but we did get a glance at a lot of the hotel’s pool decks. Dinner with my sister and brother inlaw, Carlene and Jeff, for the earlier part of the evening. Yes, my family was in Vegas when we were there and it was not even planned. Carlene once again made a great dinner for us and the couple, Susan and Steve, they were visiting. We had a great time talking about funny family memories. It was a nice treat to see them once more before we head off across the country and to Honduras. With full bellies, we headed down to the Fremont Street / Old downtown area for a late night walk. We check out the new and old neon…there is a street museum of all the neon…and we waited for the big overhead light/music show. It was pretty darn cool, especially when the rocket ship took off from one end of the overhead 2 block long screen. Tired, we went back to the hotel needing a full night sleep for the next day drive. Well, I went off to sleep, but Jim had to take Hooters up on the 25 cents buffalo wings deal that started after midnight.

The next morning, we headed for Hoover Dam…yes it is big and impressive, but the new bridge they are building over it is almost more impressive. After a hot walk over the dam, we hit the road east to Kingman, NV so we could start our drive on Route 66, baby! Most of it was just lots of land and small country road, but the Hackberry General Store was a hoot. Yes, I said hoot. Imagine this old rickety wood building with not only tons of old metal advertisements and road signs, but with a variety of cows heads in the late stages of decomposition laying about and around rusted out old model T’s, 50’s Chevy’s and such. The centerpiece car was this 1956 red and white cherried out convertible corvette sitting under the awning smack dab in front. Okay, you got that, now add around 30 bikers. But not your average bikers, 30 Norwegian men decked out in biker gear ranging from shorts to full leathers standing about talking and drinking coca-cola from old style bottles in the hot Arizona sun. It was definitely quite the scene. After that, the Hualapai Nation Headquarters and restaurant was not quite the scene, but the fry bread was pretty damn good! And with desert honey, even better.

We did the trek to the Grand Canyon, and it was well worth it. It has not changed since we both saw it as kids. Big, amazing, wonderous, frigthening at times, and downright awe-inspiring. We were there right before sunset, so the shadows made for great photos. Like I mentioned it was a trek to the Canyon, worth it, but sadly enough we left too late to hit the roadside Indian markets. I so would have loved to hit each and every one of them! Without any new silver jewelry in hand, we got in late to our Wigwam Motel in Holbrook, AZ. Yep, teepees! Okay, buildings built to look like teepees, but how fun! And how so lovingly kitchy. The motel is now a historic landmark on route 66. The owner’s father built the hotel and left old cars from the 30’s-60’s parked in front of the wigwams.

Thursday, August 28th, the day of events. On that grand morning we made our way to the Painted Desert and Petrified Forest and those two were as cool as we remembered as kids too. Well, there seemed to be less petrified wood. It still amazes me that it is now rock and it still looks just like wood on the outside. And to beat all it is semi-precious stone on the inside.

After that our day of events continued, Jim as the driver and Dawn the navigator. We opted for a “scenic” road as opposed to a big interstate. And boy oh boy, was this road scenic…we drove through mountain towns (montain towns in AZ, who would of known) on what we now lovingly refer to as the Never Ending Mountain Road. We drove past log cabins, cute small towns, and then all of a sudden I looked out and we were way high up in the clouds, 8300 feet high! The 120 mile drive took 3.5 hours, and would’ve been a lot longer had we drove the speed limit that ranged from 15-30 mph. They were some of the most curvy, straight down along the side, stomach flipping mountain roads we had ever been on. Okay, what else do you do when you are in the never ending San Francisco Mountain range (yes, that is the name of the range)…you put Queen on the stereo and jam out to “We Will Rock You,” “We are the Champions” and “Bohemian Rhapsody!” And you dance. During Bohemian Rhapsody, we pulled over to pick some wild black-eyed susans and I ended up dancing in the road. Dangerous you might say, but the road was empty. And I mean empty, in the 3.5 hours we were on it, we saw only 5 other cars! When we were back in the car and done with Queen and Freddy Mercury, our friend James Brown brought us down the mountain safely. This ride was further proof that we should consider rally racing after our stint in Honduras. Closing in on the end of the gorgeous mountain range and the end of the very large Apache National Forest we came upon the mother of all copper/gold mines. It was 9 miles long, 3 miles wide and as Jim put it “damn deep.” Pennies for everyone!

After that hard drive for Jim we hit some flat lands for smoother driving. In New Mexico a beautiful and ominous storm stood off in the distance, pouring sheets of rain and floor to ceiling lighting bolts. It was fun to watch from far, but crazy to drive in. At one point the rain was literally pouring horizontal with huge hail balls to boot that forced all of the cars to stop for a few minutes due to lack of visibility. With all the events for the day, it made for another longer drive day than planned. Heading towards El Paso trailing the setting sun and rain, we saw lightening bolt after lighting bolt, hundreds of them. We were weary as we pulled into El Paso around 8pm.

After we secured a place to rest our weary heads, we headed over to a recommended place to eat, Casa Jurado, near the university. We got there too late, closed for the night. So we hit a hip restaurant/bar across the street, Geo Geske. We had a great meal, chili pepper chicken sandwich, citrus fries, grilled large shrimp and chili rice.

Friday, even though it was Labor Day weekend travel day, it seemed no one was going from El Paso to San Antonio with us, but maybe they were not leaving at 7am in the morning like we did. The best thing about the 550 mile trip is the 80 mile an hour speed limit! Which means you can push it to 85 (If you are Jim) or even 90 (If you are Dawn) (Jim says: “that’s what she said.”) Whooo Hooo!

We got into New Braunfels, TX and made it to the Mayer’s place by 5:05, missing Dawn’s E.T.A. By 5 minutes. We hung out catching up with Heather, Dusty and the most adorable almost 4 year old Sora! Then we went out for dinner in Gruene (pronounced Green)…great little historic town. Got home later and talked until midnight.

Saturday, August 30th we hit the Alamo. Very interesting and very crowded with holiday peeps. We had a late lunch at a Tex Mex place and then just ended up hanging out at home making some cocktails and nibbling on some delicious tapas prepared by Heather for the night. We talked until 1am. It seemed we did not have a loss for convo topics, whether it was catching up, hurricane talk, religion, and politics such as the VP running mates recently picked.

Sunday, August 31st we took our time at the house, ate breakfast and did some laundry. When Dusty got off shift from his fire department paramedic job (soon to be lieutenant?, great job Dusty!), we went to Austin for a late Texas BBQ lunch. We went to the Salt Lick way out in the country outside Austin and it was awesome. Ribs, Brisket and sausage! What is really interesting is that it is located in a dry county and everyone shows up with coolers full of beer to drink with their BBQ. Good stuff. Good times.

We headed into Austin and found ourselves drawn to the “Bat Fest.” It was held on a bridge in downtown Austin. It was just like a SF street fair with venders, bands…and beer. Bats fly out from under the bridge at sunset every night The fest was pretty cool, but unfortunately we did not see the bats flying about but we did see several batmen. When we left the fest and on a roam, we ran into a 10K race (The Human Race) which ended at the foot of the capitol building with a free Ben Harper concert. Amazingly so, Austin had more people in the race than NYC’s race or Chicago’s race. Lance Armstrong came in 7th place and he introduced the band. It was awesome to just “run” into these things. We then went to Stubbs for some of that famous Austin music scene. We saw Amy Cool and Patrick Omoreka. We then walked more and in this area (6th Street) of Austin there is bar, after bar, after bar. The “Chugging Monkey.” the “Dizzy Rooster,” the “Mean Eyed Cat,” the “Lazy Lizard” and the “Blind Pig.” Poor drunk beasts! We ended up having a bite to eat and our nightcap cocktail at Saba…good food. Really nice afternoon and night. Thanks grandma “Oma” Humer for babysitting little Sora while we were out galavanting!

Hurricane Gustav hit land early Labor Day Morning. We watched the news to see if either we needed to take cover or change our plans for New Orleans. But we still had a bigger fish to fry, a car in the shop. We decided to not let any of that bother us and shopped a bit with Heather. We picked up some needed items and had some local BBQ to go and more of that famous southern sweet tea. That evening we headed to Gruene again and went to The Gristmill’s back deck for some casual dining above the river. A bit later we were lucky enough to get into Gruene Hall, Texas’ oldest dance hall to hear a bit of country music and to just check out where famed people such as Willie Nelson, John Prine Lucinda Williams, Iris Dement and many others have played. Gruene’s town saying is “Gently resisting change since 1872.”

We ended our holiday weekend in New Braunfels, Austin and San Antonio in a high note, the car just needed a $50 differential seal fixin’. To go out with a bang we hit the Snake Farm on the way to pick up the car. For you Dirty Job lovers out there, it is the one Mike Rowe went to for his show. Who knew it was in New Braunfels, TX? With large snakes in our mind, we say good bye to the Mayers and thanks for the big time Texas hospitality. Off to Houston to see the Duffy Boys.

12 more days!

•August 12, 2008 • Leave a Comment

We are completely moved out of our house.  Our kitty has a new home in Martinez (thanks Grandma and Grandpa Henderson).   Our mail is being forwarded to its new home (thanks Mom and Paul Heller).  And we are living in our temporary digs (thanks Balzarano Clan).   Jim has one week left at work and Dawn is spending this time tying up loose ends.  Our last week in Sacramento will be filled with spending lots of time with Randy, Dawn, Carl, Olivia and Isabella, as well as seeing and doing things in Sacramento we like.  We have had some fun spending time with family like a camping trip with the Balzarano clan, then a weekend up at the Maxwell cabin in Oregon, and lets not forget the Henderson family gathering in Martinez!  We look forward to seeing some friends in SF this upcoming weekend too.  We can not even describe how much we will miss everyone and we will always be in you lives.  You know Dawn…she loves her emails!  Make sure to check this blogsite regularly!

4th of July weekend…Whoo Hoo!

•July 10, 2008 • Leave a Comment

BBQs, beer, water play and fireworks…what more can a person ask for?  We had our last official get together at 2664 Castro Way.  It was a nice and low key event for all.  Here are a couple of photos of the festivities.  I am still learning about this blog site, so bare with me…although I have not sent this link out to anyone so no one really has to bare with it yet!

 
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