Cretan Adventures: Ancient Minoans and a Monkey! August 2018

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Exploring Chania and Heraklion.

When we last left out intrepid travelers, they were going to head out for dinner on Sat night. Feeling confident, having used the combined wisdom of Google maps and TripAdvisor, there was a lovely local Taverna only a half mile away, serving amazing local Cretan dishes at reasonable prices. Once found, Tracy semi-confidently used her Greek language skills to ask for a table for four. And the kindly woman informed us they were all booked up for the next two days, but they had some availability on Monday. D’oh!! Hadn’t even occurred to us that reservations might be required (or that others might also be able to use TripAdvisor reviews). Ha. Wandered down a few more charming twisting alleys in the lovely twilight and Aimee’s Google skills told us that the picturesque outdoor seating nearby had good reviews. And so Noone starved that night. Actually, we dined very well. Feeling a need for greens, we decided to order the two different starter salads to share (pomegranate, and rocket, which is arugula, apparently). Turns out they were more entree sized!! And we got the baked feta appetizer. And an entree each, with amazing lamb meat pie, and a zucchini layered dish, and some grilled shrimp (except for Alix, who wasn’t feeling well, but valiantly kept us company at the table). And some local beer. And a bottle of wine. Our table was overflowing, and we didn’t manage to eat everything. Took some of the leftovers with us to add to our beach picnic meal supplies.

I am the Captain now.

Up early the next morning, to meet the Taxi2Crete driver we’d hired. Michalis was very nice, and we were grateful to not be on the giant coach busses trying to wind their way through the tiny mountain roads. Zipping along the often one lane along the cliffs in his Mercedes taxi, I only had to close my eyes a few times. Seemed a very competent driver. “And here we are approaching the famous town of Topolio.” Oh really, what is it famous for? He laughs, “nothing. It is very tiny. But they have this one lane tunnel we must use. That is why it is famous.”

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The countryside and mountains and gorges of Southwestern Crete were really impressive.

Then we stopped at Agia Sofia. A tiny church built inside a cave way up the Cliffside. It’s something like 250 steps up. My calves were FEELING IT. But the views were amazing!!  And as a giant coach bus would pull up and disgorge another 80 people, I’d find myself even more pleased we’d hired a private transfer for the day. It was only $25 more per person. On the climb up/down, we passed some goats tied up by the small Cafe. And we smelled those goats and goat droppings. And they disturbingly smelled of goat cheese (something I normally love) but learning how much of the olfactory experience is shared between animal and the cheese it makes, well, Liv admitted its put her off goat cheese for a little bit. *laughs* I can see that.

Next we stopped at Chrysoskalitissa Monastery, overlooking the Libyan Sea. Legend has it that a farmer had a vision of the Virgin Mary in the 700’s and the spot has been holy ever since. This Eastern Orthodox monastery dates from the 1700’s and is still used by monks now. We walked past one of their dining rooms and enjoyed the mouth watering cooking smells coming out the window. We sooooo wanted to join them for their meal. But didn’t. (later I had the chance to be horrified at another tourist who took some of the holy bread pieces from the church and started just munching on it. Walking outside the chapel, tearing off pieces of bread to eat. Then went back for a second slice. Yikes. That clearly seemed set out for ritual purposes, not casual snacks). Lovely potted succulents along the ramparts (probably not called ramparts when in monostaries) as well as some giant pots of fragrant basil. And the turquoise color of the Libyan Sea was truly awe-inspiring. Felt like an Instagram filter but this was real life!!! And it was an amazing scent memory when we walked through a waft of incense. Turns out Greek Orthodox uses the same incense scent (flavor?) as Catholic mass. Instantly transported me. Oh, also the Greek Orthodox churches we’ve been in here (other than the one inside a cave!!!) all have multiple elaborate chandeliers suspended from the ceiling. All the gilding and iconography I expected, but not many chandeliers. It’s very cool. (But it’s not okay to take pictures inside the church). 

Then to Elafonisi Beach, which was lovely. Although the “pink sand” was over-sold/hyped in the descriptions. While we did end up finding a few spots and it was truly striking against the turquoise waters, most of the beach just looked like regular sand. *smile* But that didn’t matter because the water is the true star here. Happily there were still some rentable beach chairs and umbrellas available, so we set up “base camp” and then into the water. It was amazing, gorgeous, and super salty. So floating was even easier, but certain swim strokes more difficult, as ones legs kept floating up. Although most of the area is so shallow (calves to waist deep) actual swimming wasn’t really a possibility. Still, I spent most of my time floating along. Lovely!! I’d purchased an umbrella in town, and was wearing my long sleeves rash guard, so had envisioned “a goth’s day at the beach” with me seated in the water, in my black long sleeves, holding a black umbrella above my head. All this sun and me, a little black cloud. However it was too windy to even try opening the umbrella. The wind was pretty intense but refreshing, and we got to watch some amazing kite surfing. ( talking to locals later about the wind, we learned on “actually windy days” one can’t even go to the beach. It’s like being sand blasted the whole time and really unpleasant. Happy to have missed that.

Then it was time for our picnic and it was great. Grapes and oranges and some amazing local cheese and this delicious sesame bread and olives. Yum! And amazingly, we didn’t end up with a lot of sand in our food (which is a normal beach problem, on the Pacific Coast). So that was even better. Wandered through the waist deep water to the island/nature preserve to explore some more. The shades of turquoise and azure and cerulean and other blues… Just unbelievable. Eventually our 3 hours were up and it was time to head back to find our driver. Who we found in swim trunks and a Tshirt (he’d been in a suit when he picked us up that morning). Turns out there’s nothing to do really in the area other than the beach, so he enjoyed some beach time too. And he said he could tell that we wouldn’t care if he’d changed clothes. We agreed, said it was too bad we hadn’t known he was around because we’d have shared lunch with him. He complained he was on his phone the whole time, the trials of being a business owner and running a small transport /taxi company.

Then we began our 2.5 hr drive back across the mountains of Crete. Lovely again. We saw goats!! Including the impressively horned local wild goats. And many road side stands in the tiny villages, all selling local honey and olive oil. As Michalis explained, it is bad luck if each family isn’t producing at least its own wine and olive oil. So you must have a few trees. The drive and stories were great. And then, in possibly one of the MOST GREEK THINGS ever, there was a unique road rage incident. Most of the roads are only two lanes (one each direction) & some only one lane for both ways!!! Most of the drivers tend to drive half on the shoulder and half in the lane, so cars can use the center for passing. As we had a professional taxi driver, you can bet we were passing most people. But at one point, another driver took exception, started honking, and then pulled alongside us. This was on a larger paved highway and everyone is going quite fast. And our driver rolled down his window and the angry car rolled down its window, and they proceeded to have an extended back and forth shouted argument, while both driving side by side along the highway. I’d expected a short “you’re a bum!” kind of thing but this was a lengthy verbal fight. When the other car finally drove away, our driver says, all exasperated, “The worst part is, he still thinks he’s right!!!” Ha. And then there was a tense energy for a few minutes, because Michalis was clearly frustrated and in a bad mood, and we all felt awkward. Happily in a few minutes, some bit of local flavor came by and he gave us a small anecdote and the energy was restored to an easy going vibe. I asked about the small church shaped shrines along the highway, whether they were maintained by an individual or a town. “Shrines?” I explain more. “Oh. This is a problem,” he says, and goes on to explain that they are roadside memorials for car crash deaths. “Sometimes it is happy and someone puts one up when they walk away from what should’ve been a fatal accident, but mostly, the driving is a problem.” Yikes! And again, we were grateful we hadn’t tried to rent our own car. Ha.

After showering and de-beaching ourselves (un-beaching?), we wandered off for dinner. Alix had done a previous cruise to Greece and remembered there were some great crepe places. We found a trendy 24 hr place (Salt and Sugar) that was actually in town (not the ancient marina area), so that was some interesting new stuff to look at and great local people watching.  And tasty crepes at a dang reasonable price. Cheap beer and hard cider, too. Rather than take the direct route back, we wandered until we hit water and followed the shoreline. Saw the end of sunset and several old timers fishing. And the same little kid street musicians, banging a hand drum and singing “Despacito” while asking for cash. I got some postcards (as my list of pals, and pals’ kiddos, is growing). The man was a bit derisive while ringing me up, “you like donkeys and cats?!?” “Well, the little ones who are getting the cards sure do.” Then he smiled and asked if they had cats at home. I agreed that some of them did. “But not a donkey?” he chuckled. “No, but I’m sure they’d love to have one.” And he said he could arrange that. Ha. (Also, I wish I had had the cajones to say, “yes, as a matter of fact, I DO like donkeys and cats!” And it’s pretty judgy of the dude who is stocking/selling these postcards, which also were next to the naked sexual postcards, too. Harumph!)

Our final morning in Chania, wandering down to the marina for breakfast with a view. Went to restaurant “Aroma” and it was really really delicious (our previous marina breakfast was mediocre at best, all about location, so I hadn’t had high hopes). I had a common Cretan breakfast of tomatoes and feta atop bread, that they also served with a fried egg. Yum! And Greek coffee. Which I didn’t know anything about. And I’m so glad Aimee told me you’re supposed to wait to drink it because all the coffee grinds have to settle first) because my first sip was gritty and terrible. Oops. And it came with a small rose flavored Turkish Delight. Well, the Greek version (Crete is still pretty irritated with their former Turkish colonizers so I can’t see them calling it that). Some of you, my friends, will have heard my RANTS over the years about how crap Turkish Delight candy is, and why it enrages me even more that, in The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe, Edmund sells out his siblings for such an absolute crap candy. Gross!!!! Although some pals have told me that the real genuine stuff is better than the mass produced version I’ve had. And I will say this was pleasant. Still not going to go out of my way for it, nor would I SELL OUT ASLAN AND MY SIBLINGS TO THE ICE QUEEN OVER THIS STUFF…But it was tasty and delicate. (The Bushwick Book Club in Seattle included a man who wrote a song about how crap a candy it is, but I can’t seem to find that link right now. So please enjoy this other song from that show that’s still related, and hilarious!! https://youtu.be/mKIUFoabJoQ)

We also ordered this pita stuffed with myzithra, lightly grilled, and topped with honey, and OMG!!!!!! So yeah, definitely going to eat that all the time now, and shall try to make it at home, too.

We checked out and trekked through town with our luggage to the bus station. Caught the bus to Heraklion. So another 2.5 hr through a different part of Crete. Most of it very lovely, and the bus was rather pleasant with decent enough temperature control.

Arriving in Heraklion was interesting, seeing the outskirts of a large port city, and the large functional but not pretty or nice housing. A reminder that it’s not all picturesque villages and Venetian harbors. The bus station is right in the middle of the chaos, as Heraklion is the major port for cruise ships and the airport, too. After a much needed lunch stop, off to the Heraklion Archeology Musuem to see all the Minoan treasures that were found at Knossos (& elsewhere). It was super cool. Always been one of my favorite ancient civilizations, and there’s still so much mystery around them (as we can’t yet translate their writings, and because they basically were wiped out/faded away after the devastating volcano that sank half of Santorini (it used to be round, and now is crescent) and the tsunamis that took out their sailing fleet and resulting climate change, etc). Super super cool. Oh! Also, the security at the Musuem was intense!!! Their was a bag screening machine that was very thorough, and I was required to “coat check” my sunscreen bottle. Huh. The frescoes were particularly arresting. And…. MONKEYS!!! In a small carving and in two of the frescoes. Presumed to have been gifts from Egypt (the monkeys, not the frescoes). So that was fun, and unexpected, and a nice way to fulfill the title of this blog!! 

Then we found a taxi to take us to the Knossos site, where we eventually agreed upon a price for the tour guide (the internet suggested €27 & she was trying to tell us €40. We settled on €30 with a request we not tell the other people the price she gave us. Ha!) So we joined a couple from New Orleans. Partway through the tour she ended up adding more visitors to her tour, too. Very good hustler, she was. The site was interesting, and the landscape particularly lovely at 6pm as the sun was hitting golden hour. Also it wasn’t crowded at all… Apparently all the cruise ship groups leave by 5pm. Online had told us the site was open until 8pm, but they hustled us put of there at 7 on the dot. So extra glad for the one hour tour, so we got to see everything. Including the over 4,000 yr old clay drainage pipes they had at the palace. 

That evening we wandered a bit around Heraklion. It has a very happening city center. Lots of trendy outdoor bars and cool little juice shops and ice cream places and shopping and rooftop bars projecting the soccer match on the wall. A very cool vibe.

Back to our hotel Olive Green. An eco friendly chic place, with actual olive trees in the lobby. And the most comfortable beds. And a free loaner cell phone (with local data, maps, etc, you can use aprund town). And did I mention the beds were great? This was extra appreciated because our beds in Chania were rock hard!!! The hotel also provided a free bottle of Raki (local Cretan spirit) and some bread with olive oil and salt. Huzzah! They won’t murder us in our sleep, now that they’ve fed us bread and salt!! And Aimee and Alix do not enjoy the burning Raki, so Liv & I had a hotel room party in our room.

It was great, actually. Especially as she and I only met a few times before this trip, we stayed up way too late, sharing stories and anecdotes. Serious topics and silly, we managed to solve most of the world’s ills. Now if only everyone would just do what we say, we’ve got this. Ha.

Today was a travel day. Up for breakfast, then off to the Port to catch the “Super Ferry” 3 hr ride to Santorini. I was able to start my blogging there, but quickly the boat movement became too much for my motion sick prone self to be staring at my phone. So I’ve typed the majority of this from our awesome rented cave house in Santorini. We get to stay here for the next three nights. Yay!

 

 

Greek beginnings :in search of the minotaur. August 2018

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So, end of last year, my pal Aimee says she wants to take an epic trip for her 40th. I’m all in as a travel “plus 1,” always. Then two of her other pals are coming too. Woo-hoo! And as there’s been a lot of trials and tribulations in my life these last 3 months, it’s been so amazing having this to look forward to. I’ve never really done a relaxing based trip before. I mean, we’ll do stuff, but it’s all maybe more leisurely. There’s less of an itinerary of daily things to do. Instead we’ll spend a few nights on 3 Islands. Should be great.

Crete is a truly special place, and we’ve barely scratched the surface. When planning this trip, Teh Internet and travel forums kept saying, “if you can’t spend at least two weeks on Crete, don’t bother.” To which we said, “you’re not the boss of me!” I mean, come on! I get that it’s relatively large, and it’s full of many many many amazing things. But we decided we’d still like to visit, and we’ll just focus on our time in Chania, with one day in Heraklion. This does leave lots left to explore, but one can’t do all the things all the time!!! But I do understand where the internet was coming from. Trying to decide what things to do is overwhelming. It’s a very nice problem to have!!

Also, I want to state, for the record, that I love being different places. I don’t always love the actual GOING part of getting to other places. (& I know I’m a butt for complaining when I’m lucky enough to get to go on this trip!!) This was a particularly brutal flight plan. Our original departure from SeaTac was 7:30am (which is already too early) but 2 months ago they switched it to 6am. Which makes 3 hr early to airport 3am!!!! But looking online, United counter doesn’t even open until 3:45am. So that’s when we planned to arrive at airport. Which meant leaving the house by 3am, so that 2:15am alarm was brutal! Wasn’t even sure it was worth going to sleep beforehand. Ugh. But our driver Arman from Aces Town Car was a delight. A wonderful story teller, he’s from Armenia and had so much folklore and tips to share about the region. He’s got me convinced to come back and check out Cyprus and Georgia next time. *smile*

Had several bumps and last minute problems all around for this trip. Aimee’s dog was throwing up and had to go to emergency vet the night before our flight. I got an infection and had to go to the doctor before. Alix has come down with a bad cold. And Liv somehow avoided a last minute problem!! Other than her flight being delayed (&she already had a tighter connection time for our final flight from Athens to Chania in Crete). We all were sweating it, but they managed to get their bags, clear customs immigration, check in to new flight and clear security in 1 hr 10 min. Phew!!! The travel path for Aimee and I just had so much waiting!! Happily we both managed to sleep for a few hours on that early red eye from Seattle to Newark. Then we had 4.5 hr to kill there. I will say, the newly remodeled United concourse at Newark was very impressive!!! Had no idea it was even a thing. But it’s bright, and full of interesting food stations, and lots of self serve mini marts with snacks from around the globe, and lots of nicely designed seating areas (with nice fake plants, or fake French bistro, or whatever). Definitely the most pleasant visit I’ve had to Newark (the tiny concourse where they stick Alaska Air flights is the worst!!!). We spent 1.5 hr at a Cafe that happened to be near the Tel Aviv boarding gate. It has its own second security gate screening area. Made for some great and interesting people watching. Especially all the folks on other flights who didn’t read the signs and were super pissed they had to walk around because they weren’t allowed to go through the special security section. Also, apparently the golf cart airport transport don’t have horns anymore. So the poor airport employees are making “beep beep” noises with their mouths to try to get people to move out of the way. Ha.

Then the almost ten hr flight to Greece. We synchronized our movie start time so could both wach “Love, Simon” together and cry together. But Aimee’s screen had a slightly longer delay every time it came back from pausing during air crew announcements, so by the end she was a significant portion behind. Sweet little film, though. Continuing my tradition of crying at airplane movies. Dinner was super uninspired spinach ravioli for me and the general tso chicken for Aimee. Then we both tried to sleep. Managed to get 2 hr (Aimee got three) but that’s not nearly enough when we’ve been up for basically a full day. Landed in Athens. 7 hr layover so we considered leaving airport. But getting our bags took a long time, customs was quick, then checking in for our evening flight to Chania took a long time!! So with only 5 hr to wait, we decided to just hang in the airport. We were so tired and starting to get loopy. The airport did have some nicer shopping options and a super tiny archeology museum (which took up ten min of our wait time). We even played MASH, in which the holy goddess of sleepovers predicted Aimee will live in a Shack in Paris work as a garbageman and have a pet tarantula. Ha. Aimee decided that wasn’t going to be able to fill the remaining 2.5 hr so bought a deck of cards (I’d packed two decks but they were in checked luggage). Our brains were so tired and disoriented, all we could play was “War.” it was pretty pathetic, in that “so tired we can’t see straight” phase. Then worrying as Liv and Alix’ flight was delayed. But it all worked out. They made it to the gate with 20 min to spare. Then we boarded the bus to the tarmac, where we climbed to stairs to our Olympic Air flight. I do always enjoy getting to walk outside to a plane. Here’s a photo of us, being super exhausted but excited for this final short flight.

I’d really been expecting a tiny propeller plane for such a small regional airline. But it was a very nice Airbus, with cute employee uniforms, and they even gave us beverage service and a small sesame seed honey cake as a snack… On a 50 min flight!!! Apparently Liv and Alex didn’t even get complimentary beverage service on their 5 hr flight from London to Athens.

And now, no more airplanes for many days. Just ferry boats and busses. Our taxi driver from Chania Airport was listening Weird Al, which was strange but hilarious. I thought it must be his own music, but turns out that was just regular programming on Chania Radio. Wild.

The last 8 hr, all I could dream about was showering and getting out of the airplane clothes. And it was marvelous, even if our corner shower is so tiny I almost don’t fit through the door, and the floor drain doesn’t work well so the water is quickly up to ones ankles. Still, it was glorious! And then we wandered a bit jet lagged and fuzzy headed through the Venetia harbor area. PICTURESQUE AS F*CK!!!

We ended up stopping at a super tourist centric outdoor table situation, in which we had charming personable service and mediocre food. But we didn’t care. So happy to be off of airplanes and getting food in our system. We each placed a drink order and then Alex asked about sparkling wine options. Waiter told us it was €10 for small bottle with one glass worth or €20 for large bottle with four glass worth. She said she’d take the small but he cajoled into getting the large because it was better value. We asked to cancel our individual glasses of wine and beer, and we’d all share the prosecco. Whelp, instead, we were each served our original drink plus the bottle. Which he shook up and opened table side so that it sprayed a good third of the prosecco on the sidewalk. Huh. But the waiter was so proud of himself and his “showmanship” that we went along with it. 🙂

This morning we learned we’ll basically be getting up at 7:25am as that’s when the Greek Orthodox church next door starts blasting I s bells. Ha. Wandering around town, everything is lovely and charming. So much to look at.

Chania lighthouse and Mosque from 1600’s

Mid-day, I did find myself scurrying from shade patch to shade patch, as this sun is NOT messing around. But it was a fun low key wander. Discovered the Saturday outdoor market, a chaotic and overwhelming scene, full of locals trying to do their shopping and a few clueless tourists like us. My extremely limited Greek language skills did help a bit. Happily there are four of us, as “tesseract” is one of the only numbers I can remember. So “good day. How are you? we would like to buy four oranges, please.” (for our picnic tomorrow.) The older gentleman seemed tickled at my terrible language attempts and gave us a 5th orange for free. Only 80 cents for all the citrus! Which I guess means we were hugely overcharged (rather than a little overcharged) in our other purchases. Which were still only a few euro. And our beach trip tomorrow will feature some delicious cheese and bread and olives and grapes and oranges!!! Our room has a mini fridge, too, so storing the cheese is easy.

Looking online I’d become quite enamored of this day trip to visit several of the small villages in the mountains nearby, and the monastery, and an old fort, and a bread making course. It sounded like an amazing day of cultural stuff. Until I saw it’s not available on Sunday, darn it. So instead we’re going to visit one of the famous beaches. It’s over 2 hr away, but our driver has two other sites to show us on the trip, and it’ll be super cool.

We’re taking a siesta rest in our room (I am ever so grateful the other women convinced me we should stay in a place with AC!! It’s 89* all days). And then we’ll have ad out for dinner later.

The coffee has been amazing, and the food pretty great, too. Except when stopping at an obviously super tourist trap spot, and even then, mediocre Greek food is still pretty great.

The next 11 days are gonna be amazing! 

 

Cousins overnight in Leavenworth. Summer 2018

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Woo-hoo for creating new traditions. After last year’s overnight on Orcas Island, we’ve decided the three of us should do an annual overnight. This year, the Bavarian Wonderland that is Leavenworth. I’m always so impressed that this tiny dying logging town was able to reinvent itself into a super popular tourist destination by going ALL IN on a theme. The “Bavarian” signage on big chains (76 gas station, McDonalds, etc) always entertain me. And the bonus is some dear pals own a place out there, and graciously share their home (and pool!!) with their pals. Thanks again, Erika & Marcin! We were also blessed with a small break in the weather and forest fires. While mostly having heat over 100*, it was a more pleasant 87* while we were there. And the forest fire smoke/haze was only just starting to enter the town.

Our morning started by meeting in the north end around 9am (Courtney had to get up the earliest, as she was driving down from Bellingham). We pile into one car and head off, stopping for gas and at an ATM. And thank goodness we did, because as Reagan gets out of car to get some cash, she realizes SHE”S NOT WEARING ANY SHOES! Apparently managed to walk outside barefoot and not notice. Ha! So we make the 20 minute drive back to the parents’ house (our meeting spot) to grab her footwear. So we’re finally on the road around 10:30am. Stopped for Restaurant Breakfast in Monroe at a cute Main Street Cafe, where breakfasts come with choice of toast or TWO FLUFFY PANCAKES!! Genius!! Also, two pancakes as a side to breakfast is too much pancake, but the girls were happy to help. Then back on the road, with only minor squabbling over music choices. The drive along Highway 2 is much prettier than I-90 (and made more sense as we had someone coming from Bellingham, but I was a little sad we wouldn’t be going through Cle Elum for Owen’s Meats to get some amazing turkey jerky and dilled green beans).

Afternoon arrival, in the sunshine, to our friends’ home and swimming pool. Task one, put on swimsuits. Task two, inflate this silly Snap Chat beach ball we’d brought as a Thank You gift for our hosts. Only, as we start blowing into it, it quickly becomes apparent that this beach ball is UNREASONABLY HUGE. For real. See the photo! So instead of gifting a small cute pool toy, we’ve now gifted a CHORE. Here, have fun storing this huge thing. Oops! It was extra hilarious, though. Especially because apparently Reagan has super moist breath (or it had something to do with inflating it in the cool basement) because there was all this condensation inside the beach ball, which was super gross, and had us laughing to hard to keep inflating it.

Pool time! Laughter and fun was had. Reagan wore her Snap Chat glasses in the pool, which stressed me out, because if they went underwater, we’d lose all those photos! But it worked out.

Then changing and heading into town, as we’re hungry! I detour us first to the yellow Bavarian Bakery (my favorite in town, although it’s across the street from the main shops) to get a pretzel. Which is how we discover that Blue Spirits Distillery has opened a new fancy space. Like, brand new space. It’s lovely. So we do our spirits tasting, always fun here, as they mix tiny cocktails to enhance your tasting experience.  (Apparently if you go to their old spot in town, you get a discount coupon for the new space. But if you wander into the new space first, no coupon. Aw well). Then off to bakery and into town. It’s definitely “mad dogs and Englishmen” mid-day sun time. Ugh! The insane christmas store is more insane in summer time, with their $6,000 animatronic singing reindeer. Woah. Wine tasting! Including wine slusshies at Kestrel (which were too sweet and weird, but we managed to drink all of them). Got chocolates at SChocolat, which also led to us being silly and adding the letter S to the front of all of our words for awhile. Great fun. Wandered the random outdoor art market. And a full on Bavarian dinner at Andreas Keller, where large beers on top of our wine tasting led to several giggles.

Then a lovely post-dinner ramble along the river. Signage informed us of bear sightings (mother and cub) in the area. Courtney had actual bear knowledge, having lived in Alaska for some many years. But what she says to us, after reading the sign, is, “If a black bear is ever charging at you, Punch it in the face!!” Blank stares from Reagan and I, and I ask for clarification/context. Apparently while a Grizzly will do feint charging, Black bears only charge when they’re planning to attack for real. Not sure how good I’d be at punching a bear, and I never hope to find out, but yeah, okay, guess at the point of being charged, throwing a terrible punch is better than nothing. But really, this signage means we just need to keep talking and making our presence known ahead of time, so we don’t surprise any ursine neighbors. Which meant, during conversation lulls, we’d sing Disney songs. So that was lovely.

Back to Erika and Marcin’s house, for a relaxing evening of conversation, chocolates (some from Poland, courtsey of M’s sister), and board games.

Sunday morning was about waiting 40 minutes for a table (stupid Sunday brunch people!) but then a tasty egg dish to start off the day. Reagan announces she’d prefer to leave town after lunch (rather than staying through dinner) which is reasonable. We wander through the other half of town, checking out newer fancy-pants expensive winery tasting from Boudreaux Cellars, and then ending at my favorite in town Stemilt Creek. Their wines are approachable and lovely, and their staff is always great. Plus, it’s a little less crowded as it’s at the end of town. And almost always, the strangers sharing wine tastings there share conversations and laughter, too. I think this is because their staff is great and the design of the long curved counter encourages interaction. (last Christmas, ended up exchanging emails with a couple for grad school/law school advice and planning). This was no exception. As we walk inside, there’s a couple tasting with this adorable 40-pound squat dog (with blue heeler coloring) lying on his side. Dog immediately lifts his top leg, to show off his belly for scratches. I’m happy to oblige. I learn his name is Jackson, and his owners are pretty great, too. Jackson is my new best friend. Anytime someone stops scractching his belly, he quickly stands up and quietly rests against your leg to implore you. As soon as anyone looks down and makes eye contact, he flops back down and raises his leg for more belly scratches. Adorable. Then another couple join us, and they’re originally from the South, been at Lewis-McChord for a few years and will be relocated to Fairbanks in a few weeks. Courtney’s decade in Alaska coming in handy once again, she’s able to give them some pointers and recommendations. It was just lovely, and I picked up two bottles of their Rose, which is often sold out during my annual christmas visit.

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We’re wandering back into town to hit the Cheesemonger’s shop before heading home (Mom had given us a cheese shopping list before we left, and I’ll always need to pick up some fancy gouda-style cheeses. Midmight Moon and Ewephoria for sure, and some of the wonderful Steve’s Hot Smoked Cheese. Get the “hot” kind. The regular smoked cheese is decent, but the one with peppers is amazing! His smoked salmon is also some of the best ever. Yum!). Also, why aren’t more things called Monger? Cheesemonger. Warmonger. I feel like there’s a huge range in between that we’re not utilizing linguistically. Similar with the ending -atrix. From Aviatrix to Dominatrix, there are so many other professions that would be awesome to add an -atrix at the end.

En route to cheese, Reagan’s eye catches the “old timey bavarian photo studio” sign and she wants to go inside. I remind her it’s a little after 1pm and she’d wanted to leave. Nope, now full of wine and good times, she wants MORE BAVARIA!! We wander in, learn it’s $39, and are asked to return at 2pm for the photo shoot. Yay! Wander a bit more, and stop in at the awesome brand new Whistlepunk Ice Cream place. Get to chatting with the owner, and he’s delightful. Also impressed to see a commitment to compostable and reusable products out here. (Their tasting spoons are small metal spoons!!). I really think this designer ice cream shop will be a success in town. I sure hope so. We’ve still got time and want something a little more substantial than ice cream for late lunch, so we get sausages at the Leavenworth Sausage Garten (featuring the tasty sausages made at Cured). Their outdoor misting system from the ceiling is on FULL BLAST. It’s a bit ridiculous/insane (maybe on a 100* day, I’d have wanted it this strong). I mean, refreshing, but coming so strongly, you’re actually getting wet (not just misted). And the line is long enough/crowded enough it takes awhile to get our sausages, so we end up taking them to go, eating them slowly on the short walk back to the photo studio.

And then we do the most tourist-y thing ever. And it’s a delight. And the young women working there seemed to find us delightful too. The one teenager with Goth sensibilities (although they’re both dressed up in the uniform of Bavarian costumes) is sooooo enamored of Reagan’s home-made Punk inspired Furiosa shirt (with a laced corset top and some stylistic rips, etc. Reagan’s giving her tips on how to make her own goth/emo clothes, but she basically just wants to buy Reagan’s shirt. But my sister loves her shirt too much to part with it. Our “old timey” photos are wonderful, too.

Throughout our trip, the timing just seemed to work in our favor. We’ve often enter relatively empty stores and find a LONG line as we depart (because we are trend setters!!). When we did our 2pm photo shoot, prospective old timey photo buyers were told the wait time was now 3.5 hours!! And even in the cheese shop, we were able to avoid long lines, too. Some yummy cheese tasting and then buying ALL THE THINGS, including the landjaeger sausage. Then it’s time to finally begin the drive back home. It was a really great overnight adventure. Cousins!!

NYC Spring break, final days. April 2018

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My goodness, what a trip. Typing this on the long flight back home. Tired but satisfied, with loads of memories made. Pilot informs us we’ll face lots of turbulence over the Great Lakes, but otherwise smooth sailing. While I appreciate the info, as this isn’t an international flight with screens in the seatbacks in front of us offering flight path maps, I’m not sure how we’re supposed to know when we’re approaching the Great Lakes. A compass and a foldout map of the USA? Hmmm, that’s a thought. Do compasses work the same at 35,000 feet, or will that change the magnetic forces? I mean, presumably we’ll know because the flight will start getting super bumpy. Ha.

Have I mentioned how sweet the housekeeping at HY36 Crowne Plaza have been? Super nice, brand new hotel, convenient location.  Although strangely the room doesn’t have a closet. (There’s a small cupboard with room to hang up 5 items (after we removed the ironing board and shoved it under the bed). But your suitcase and coats just have to sit beside your bed. I mean, it was fine, just a bit surprising.

Fri morning we headed off to get brunch in Brooklyn. After looking at tons of options on our phones, decided to try Polish diner Teresa’s. But on our walk there, the kid says to me, “I’m just thinking something light and fresh for breakfast. With vegetables.” Me: *blank stare* So, NOT the polish diner, then. Ha. But as we were walking through the Dumbo neighborhood, we had many options! Found a cute place that even offered a market vegetable platter (choose 4 veggie side dishes from a long list of veggies for $15). She chose the cherry tomatoes and brussel sprouts, and I added the cauliflower and plantains!! So that was very tasty to go along with our sandwiches. (I tried not to let my sadness over missed eggs and potatoes show. In truth, it was a very nice meal, we just haven’t yet had a traditional breakfast).

We were so spoiled with the weather!!! Ended up being 80* on Friday!! So we dined on the patio. Then wandered the Fleuvog shoe store, and all kinds of funky art stores and trendy things. Berl’s Brooklyn Poetry Shop was a cool find, too. And I ended up having to pay way too much to buy sunscreen at the super hipster “Modern Chemist” pharmacy (only option around). I was wearing one of those peek-a-boo shoulder shirts, too. So not only is a sunburn a bummer, but I’d have had super weird tan lines, too. After exploring the area, we walked along the Brooklyn Bridge back to Manhattan. Gorgeous weather with a refreshing breeze along the way.

Wonderful views. Lots of crowds and great people watching, too. And many of these folks had very little situational awareness, so it was simultaneously entertaining and terrifying as people are stopping/standing in the bike lane. Then wandering through the city, knowing we were seeing a show in Soho that evening.

Gisele suggested we find a Gelato place (told you the girl was a genius!). A quick Google search found one a mile away. But when we arrived, crushing disappointment. It was a clothing store that had Gelato in its name. Shame on them! Boo! Also shame on Google! But by this point we were in Nolita (“northern little Italy”, I think) so actual Gelato places existed. Visited il laboratorio del gelato which had several really insane flavors. The woman at the counter was generous in letting us try several (it was only after ordering that we saw the “strictly two taste limit!” sign, but glad that wasn’t enforced). Gisele got a sesame flavor, and I quite enjoyed the orange hibiscus.

It’s now 80*, our feets are sore, and it’s 4pm (show is at 7:30 & we’re not hungry for dinner yet). Sort of “done” with museums at the moment, and we’ve already logged over 7 miles of wandering around (after two days of 11 miles each). So we’re off in search of a coffee shop or someplace where we can sit and linger and rest our feet and hopefully avoid the heat. But the dream of an air conditioned spot with big padded chairs proved unrealistic for the neighborhood. So Gisele suggested Bluestockings, and this all volunteer radical bookstore and cafe was exactly what we needed. Nice selection of teas, chairs near the windows for a breeze, a “free to borrow books” while in the store policy. Great selection of feminist, queer, and other empowering books. And it gave us a chance to research some Soho dinner options (realizing it’s Fri night and many places will need reservations). Happily we were looking for an early dinner, so lots of places still had space at that time. Plus we got to overhear the first date happening at the table next to us. Entertainment!

After reading/relaxing for an hour, we headed off to wander through some of the super fashionable clothing stores in Soho. Some very strange stuff. Some cool stuff, too. But definitely not my scene. Then a decent enough Italian dinner. And off to see Hannah Gadsby’s show “Nanette” at Soho Playhouse. 


Holy crap, this was an amazing, hilarious, and intense show!! Gotta send all the thanks to Neil Gaiman, actually. Saw a random tweet of his last week promoting the show. Realized we’d be in town during those 3 weeks so did a small bit of research. Won awards at Edinburgh, great reviews, and learned Hannah Gadsby is quite a popular comic in her native Australia and in Europe. And with good reason. This is her first time performing in the states, and I sure hope it won’t be her last. Her stand up writing is so sharp and clever, I found myself wanting to write down/quote the entire thing to people. The show starts off with hilarious jokes and then turns in to so much more. She then provides some clever dissection of how standup works, thoughtful and fascinating and funny. Then some really intense serious stuff, discussions we need to be having in society, questioning whether she can even continue with comedy. Here. I’m just going to quote a few paragraphs from the New York Times Review:

Her self-mocking nebbish is a familiar persona, but there comes a moment when she drops and deconstructs it, and that turning point makes you re-evaluate everything you saw before. “Do you know what self-deprecation means coming from somebody who exists on the margins?” she asks. “It is not humility; it is humiliation.”

Then she goes on the attack, cheerfully smashing pieties like the one about comedy being the best medicine. “I reckon penicillin might give it a nudge,” she says. “Your baby is sick? Just give it a tickle.”

Breaking down comedy with mathematical precision, she explains that good stories have three parts (beginning, middle and end) while jokes require two (setup and punch line), which means that to end on a laugh, comics often need to cut off the most important and constructive element, where hindsight, perspective and catharsis exist.

“A joke is a question, artificially inseminated with tension,” she says, before explaining the mechanics of her job. “I make you all tense and then I cure it with a laugh. And you say: ‘Thanks for that, I was feeling a bit tense.’” Then in one of many tonal shifts, she raises her voice, irritated at the audience’s hypothetic gratitude: “But I made you tense!” Then she points to the audience and back at her and quips, darkly: “This is an abusive relationship.”

Justified rage and sadness and pointed commentary, still with lots of laughs and bringing the audience along, and offering some concrete steps for how we can and must move forward as a society. Just amazing stuff. And clearly demonstrating how good she is at her craft, as she’s shown in the early jokes, and then explained how she controls the crowd in the deconstruction, and then bringing down the tension (or intentionally NOT) throughout the more meaningful final 3rd. A master class, so much to think about, great fun and powerful and inspiring. (But dang, those seats had so little leg room. My poor knees were being crushed against the seats in front of us. I had indents in them for hours after. Worth it, but not super comfortable). Word is that this show was filmed in Australia and should be released on Netflix, so you all should definitely watch it!!!

Also, turns out NEIL GAIMAN re-tweeted me, when I gushed about how great the show was. So, there’s that!

Saturday morning and our final day. The plan had been to get up around 8am again to get a start on the day. We’d be seeing Hamilton at 2pm, so if we wanted to leave midtown, needed to do that earlier. But then, neither of us really wanted to get up when the alarm went off. So we spent 1.5 hr just lounging in the hotel room, reading in bed. It was nice. And as I’ve been devouring KB Wager’s “Behind the Throne” series, I appreciated the time to read more of this page turning political science fiction thriller with some great “heist movie” plots in the 2nd book. Then off to find breakfast near Bryant Park. The place we’d planned to eat apparently stops serving breakfast at 11am and we were there at 11:10am (it was a Saturday so I’d assumed brunch would be available until at least 1pm). Darn. But wanting eggs at least once this trip, we searched for options nearby. Ended up at a thoroughly mediocre and kind of expensive diner. Location location location. But the food was warm, and we were seated at the counter so got to chat with the bartenders, which was fun. Then a sunshine-y walk through Bryant Park, and off to explore the New York Public Library. Iconic lion statues created a strong emotional response I hadn’t expected. Just a nostalgic feeling for a place I’d never been before.

The library is huge and gorgeous and I love that folks use it for actual library purposes, as well as for tourists to look around. They also have small informational exhibits, too! So that was cool to see, and kind of the perfect way to spend the hour before it was time to walk over to Richard Rodgers Theater for Hamilton!!!!

The show was, of course, very very good. We were seated towards the very back of the balcony, but Broadway houses are much smaller than our big theaters in Seattle, so we could still see faces, etc. Gisele got a big kick out of the “adult sippy cups” they give you to take drinks into the theater. $7 for a soda isn’t cheap, but at least one gets a free Hamilton souvenir cup out of the deal. Daniel Breaker was fantastic as Aaron Burr. (I’ve been a fan since “Passing Strange,” which y’all can watch on DVD because Spike Lee filmed this musical in 2009. Might be streaming some places, too). At intermission, Gisele spoke about how live show more clearly frames it as Burr’s story/journey. When she’d listened to cast recording, only really focused on Hamilton (and Laurens/Phillip *smile*). James Monroe Iglehart (who I knew as the Genie from Aladdin) offered a really fun new take on Lafayette/Jefferson. And boy can Michael Luwoye SING! His performance as Hamilton was wonderful and gorgeous. Good times. Exiting the theatre to a lineup of 12 peddle cabs all ringing their bicycle bells to entice departing patrons was an unexpected but hilarious sight.

We’d planned to grab a slice or two of pizza at Patzeria across the street. I knew it was tasty from my previous trip (and Lin Manuel Miranda has shared photo of the guy holding his Tony Award after we ate there in 2016, so it was obviously Hamilton crew approved, too). But they were closed. Online said they were open all day, and there was a guy inside making pizza, but the door was locked and he shook his head when we indicated we wanted to come in. Maybe they’d run out of pizza and closed until they cooked more? *shrug*

We ended up going to Joe’s, reliably tasty and great value. And I greatly enjoy all the fuzzy and often unflattering photos of different celebrities who’ve had their pizza. Afterwards, I’d thought maybe we’d head down to Chelsea to explore and walk through Highline Park (old elevated train tracks that were converted to green space. It was pouring down rain my last trip, so I haven’t been there yet). But Gisele wasn’t really interested. Instead she wanted to explore Times Square some more and do some shopping. Not really my scene at all, but as fine a way to spend our last night as any. Being early evening on a Saturday, it was insanely crowded. Which is probably “part of the experience.” Full of amazing people watching, at least, even if these types of crowds irritate me. And overwhelming for the senses. About 7pm, we started to make our way back to the hotel. She was in favor of an early night in, relaxing and reading in hotel room (as we had to leave at 6am to catch our flight home). I had “a moment” as we walked past the Hello Dolly theater (Bernadette Peters is only 100 feet away from me!!!!!). Then she had “a moment” seeing the “Lobby Hero” theatre across the street (Chris Evans is only 100 feet away from me!!!!). Hilarious.

We then walk past the Anastasia theater, and she’s gushing about how much she loved that movie. And how I have to be sure to tell her when the tour comes to Seattle because she so desperately wants to see it. “Do you want to see how much tickets are for tonight?” Lots of nodding. So we go ask about tickets for their 8pm show. They have an amazing pair, main floor center, 6th row. But they’re not cheap. (cheaper than Hamilton and Dear Evan Hansen, but I’d been hoping they’d have a cheaper option). So we start to walk away. Gisele says she’d be willing to contribute $100 towards the cost of her seat. Are you sure? *emphatic nodding* Also, “that means we won’t be back to hotel until after 11pm, we have to pack up and the alarm is set for 5:30am.” But again, she’s all smiles. So we walked back and bought the tickets. And it was great. The seats were gorgeous, and definitely THIS was the show to be up close. Those turn of the century Romanov costumes, and Russian nobility, and then 1920’s Parisian fashion. So much beading and intricate costumes. It was very cool. And a cute little show. With an audience who was 100% HERE FOR THIS! The cast seemed genuinely surprised, in a great way, at the insane amount of hooting and hollering during curtain call. Gotta love a Sat night crowd. 🙂

So that was an excellent last minute adventure. And meant we saw 4 shows in our last 3 days. Ha!! My kind of NYC trip! Just hadn’t been sure she’d want to do that much performance stuff. Overall, just a really lovely adventure. We ate well. Explored much. Experienced great theatre and standup. Met some cool people. And were so lucky in our weather (as we just dodged the snowstorms happening right before our trip).

Oh, we’re about to land, so I’ll have to upload this later.

Spring break in NYC with a teenager. April 2018

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So last June I found myself with yet another Alaska Air $99 companion fare coupon about to expire. You get one annually with their mileage card, but I don’t take a domestic flight annually, so can’t always use them. Or I’ve used them for flights to CA (thereby only saving $50). So I was wishing I had a cross country flight upcoming, to “maximize value,” and it occurred to me I could take my 17 yr old niece to NYC. A few calls to her mom to coordinate, and to her to make sure she was interested (she was!!!) and we were set. And then had to wait 9 months!!! Although I did buy the Dear Evan Hansen tickets back in June, as they’d just won the Tony and were selling quickly.

And now we’re here, and it’s been lovely!!! Gisele is a great travel companion. Cheerful and kind, quick to laugh, super chatty and easy going. The only hard part is choosing what to do, as this city is overloaded with experiences!!! Early morning flights are the worst. Ugh! But there was a security dog with TSA, which always makes me happy, because dog!! (Even though I have to repeat to myself, “You can’t pet that dog. That dog has a job. You can’t pet that dog.”) And then TSA told us to keep out shoes on and keep everything in our bags for a new program, which made security less hassle. “keep your shoes on. If the alarm beeps, then you’ll have to take them off. But everyone gets to try with their shoes on first.” The Woman in front of us got a beep and took off her shoes, but I stopped Gisele from taking off hers. And that’s when the TSA woman said I won the Stellar Passenger Award for actually listening. (Not gonna lie, still feeling proud of it. Ha! Getting recognition for paying attention and following rules!! It’s kind of perfect for me. If she’d also somehow told me I was right, that’d be the perfect trifecta!)
Airport Starbucks’ misspelled name game was on extra that morning. As Gisele’s cup read “drezel.” I think the 4 hr of sleep may have contributed to the hilarity, but come on!! They even used lower case ‘d.’ We both managed to nap for about an hour on the plane, thank goodness. And Gisele’s mom (my older sister) had sent us with a care package of pastries and salad for the plane!) We were given the good news at takeoff that we’d be arriving about an hour early!! However, apparently Newark couldn’t handle us early. We had to spend 24 minutes circling in the air. And another 30 minutes waiting on the tarmac after landing, until our originally assigned gate was free. Then into the city to check in, and off to dinner. Went to Khe-yo (because Lindy West mentioned it was her favorite NYC restaurant in the Eating Out video). And damn, it was amazing!!!!!! Very cool spot with lots of delicious food and a hip waitstaff and diners. Waitress suggested two small plates and two large plates. We ordered 3 small and 1 large and were too full even before the large plate was served. (They bring you a complimentary sticky rice and amazing spicy Bang Bang sauce to start) It’s Laotian inspired and bursting with vibrant flavors and lots of spice. The coconut crispy was amazing, the beef was so great, and the tuna poke special with prawn chips were lovely (which was served with a piece of bone marrow AND one of the best foi gras I’ve had. Swimming in butter and so rich). While it was suggested we mix them with the tuna, we ate them separately and drooled! Although I worried at the price tag (as it was a “special,” I feared these extra fancy ingredients/components would be a way to justify an insane price). But pricing was on par with the other menu items. I mean, it’s a fancier place and it’s in new york, but we spent actually far less than I’d budgeted for this meal).
We ended up taking the pork curry noodles “to go,” and they made for the most amazing breakfast ever in our hotel room the next morning!! Truly, yum! And they’d packaged all the fresh veggies and herbs and lime separately, so we got to dress up our bowls with bright crisp flavors.
After our spicy noodles soup breakfast, we were off to explore the Met. Subway up to natural history museum (with a quick stop in to the lobby to see some dinosaurs). And crisis averted when I tripped and fell going up the marble stairs. Much better than falling down stairs, I just have some minor bruising AND managed to not break my camera which I was holding. So, yeah, embarrassing and minorly painful, but totally fine. And so I have implemented Tracy’s Rainforest Rules, which means I can’t be looking up at cool stuff and walking at the same time. Because, clearly, I can’t. So I need to “pull over” to the side of the trail (sidewalk in this case) and temporarily stop walking to look up at things. Ha! Then the sun came out. It was in the 40’s but gorgeous as we walked across Central Park to museum mile. Even saw some turtles!
“So, what exactly does The Metropolitan Museum of Art have?” she asks me. “Um, it kind of has everything, I think.” Boy, was I right. It’d take days to see it all. But we sure had fun trying. AND she ran into a friend from her high school, who was in town for college tours. Fun. I’d like to point out that the 17 yr old’s snapchat story was lovely and informative selection of cool stuff. And I used my snapchat to celebrate butts! Or rather, celebrating the statues who so clearly want you to celebrate their butt. I didn’t think of this until our last 30 minutes, but then this lion-dog statue was so clearly excited about showing his butt to visitors that it became a theme. And I giggled like a maniac all day. 
After, we ended up walking 50 blocks up to Sylvia’s in Harlem for some delicious southern cooking. Thanks again for my buddies Joseph and Michelle for telling us about this place last time!! This trip I learned Sylvia’s Vegetarian option is just your choice of 4 of their side dishes. Which are one of the best parts. Gisele suggested we order a meat entree (which comes with 2 sides) & get that, and share… So we’d get 6 sides. 
I had to text Michelle about what a genius my niece is. Michelle responded, “Give that girl all the scholarships!!” And told us to get cookies at Levain on our way back. Dude!!!
So we had amazing cookies to start the day today. Ha! Then back to Museum Mile/Central Park because Gisele really wanted to go to Cooper Hewitt Industrial Design Museum. It’s located inside Carnegie’s former house (mansion?). It was cool, with some great interactive options (guests are given a stylus/wand that let’s you save different items to a specialized website to view when you get home, as well as get to design your own wallpaper, hats, buildings, tables, etc). And they had a special exhibition on accessibility which was very cool. Honestly, though, I was done after an hour, and super bored after 2. But darn it if the kid wasn’t loving it still for almost 3 hours. It’s NOT a very big museum. Honestly. The internet says most people spend one hour here. When we were about to leave, at a security guard recommendation, we went into the basement to try the spinning chairs, which were cool. But then Gisele spent 24 minutes reading every single poster board sized info board about different items. They didn’t even have the items on display. It felt like former exhibit explanations, just used to decorate the downstairs lobby. But she read, and loved learning about, all of it. Ha.
Then more wandering in Central Park, and to eat the other half other half of the bagels we’d gotten for breakfast. I’d felt required to order the insane looking “rainbow bagel” from the bagel shop at 91st & 3rd, because who ever saw such a thing?!?  Not the adorable elderly couple on the bench next to us, who’ve lived in Central Park West since the early 70’s. It was quite a conversation starter. I mean, it is a visually striking, not necessarily appetizing, but striking appearance. Tastes like a normal bagel. And this couple was a hoot. (Gisele bragging about how her bagel has the most delicious smoked salmon. “You must not be from around here. Nobody calls it smoked salmon. It’s lox.” Ha.) The wife had to leave after 10 minutes, but Mr Katz talked to us for over an hour, slinging wisdom and cliches and colorful anecdotes from a life well lived. And advice for college and life in general to the teenager. This lecture wasn’t on the agenda, but it was wonderful. At the end of it all, Gisele asked for his email and he hoped she’d keep him informed about what college she ends up attending. It was a bit hard to say goodbye and leave the conversation though. We’d thanked him, shaken hands, stood up from the bench, and he just kept talking, with each parting story for us sparking a memory for him that strung itself into another story. At least I could keep up/contribute to the Henry V quotes (Prince Hal has long been my Shakespeare crush. Him, and Edgar from King Lear). Very cool, and much more interesting/special than our original plan of Gisele doing some shopping in Times Square).
Back to the hotel to change, and into the theater district for Dear Evan Hansen. I knew I was gonna be in trouble when I started crying a little during “for forever” (only the 3rd song in Act I) because some of the Act II songs make me cry just listening to the cast recording. It was a super great show. And I may have cried so hard my bra got soggy. But whatever.  Very cathartic, and we both felt wrung out after the powerful emotional show. Phew. Then a pleasant walk back through all the madness of Times Square. Dang,  I’ve been typing this up and, holy crap, it’s now midnight. So I’m going to stop now. I’ll probably not post this until tomorrow, because I have to add pictures,  or my “look at my butt” Met experience can’t be fully appreciated. *laughs*

10 hr drive for 24 hr on Oregon Coast. Sept 2017

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Man, I’ve been to Cannon Beach a bunch in the last few years. I’m not complaining. I love this place. Our folks were spending a few weeks in a cabin in September when my mom called, wondering when my sister Reagan and I were coming down to visit. This was NOT a thing we’d planned. Both of us are super busy, and we both had spent time independently on Oregon Coast in August. But mom’s heart was in full-on-nostalgia mode (as we’d spend 2 weeks every August at the ocean when we were growing up), so we arranged our schedules with the intention of driving down Fri after work and heading home Sun. Short but sweet. Also, our aunts from California had flown up to stay with the folks for the week, so we’d get to see them Fri night, too (even if that meant we’d have to use the bunkbeds Fri night).

But then, we both got hit with truly awful colds. And didn’t want to infect our parents or aunts. So plans were on hold. My virus cycle started earlier, so I was feeling better, but Reagan was still pretty sick on Weds (although on the mend), so we all decided we probably wouldn’t go. But we’d play it by ear and possibly drive down Sat morning for the quick 24 hr turn around. Then I get a call from dad Fri night, “What time are you girls driving down tomorrow?” “We’re not, because of germs.” “I’m not scared. I’ve had my pneumonia shot. Come on down.” (Putting aside the fact that that’s NOT how the pneumonia vaccine works, I agreed). And Reagan even said she’d be willing to get up stupid-early so we could squeeze in more ocean hours. But that seemed a terrible idea, especially for someone getting over sickness, so we compromised and left around 8:30am (which is still way early for Reagan’s tastes, but not the insane 6am she originally offered). We missed seeing our aunts, which was a bummer, but would’ve been bad to expose them to our germs, too.

It was a lovely drive, for which I was super appreciative (After the 9 hr nightmare of traffic accidents from my August dog trip). We sang along to musical soundtracks, and Reagan’s custom roadtrip playlists. Arrived in town just in time for lunch at the Driftwood Inn (which had seasonal pumpkin decorations. Shasta dog was unimpressed, but the humans thought it was a fun autumnal touch).

Then back to the cabin, which had an amazing view. We read our books, played with the dogs, and had some fierce Canasta battles! Dad watched TV. Basically all the things we normally do on family trips. I was dominating the first game of Canasta, which led Reagan to abuse her powers as scorekeeper and draw censorious cartoons in the margins.

But check out this view!!!!!!!!!!

We started discussing where to go for dinner (a place that is tasty and dog friendly, although it was chillier weather so the patio needed to have good heat lamps) when dad announced it was an evening Husky football game, so he wanted to stay to watch that. Reagan and I took “to go” orders, loaded up the dog, and went to order food at The Wayfarer. Which has a radically redesigned menu. Instead of a wider variety of mid-range price points, they had a smaller select menu with much more expensive options (although they were willing to still cook up burger for mom, which is only on the lunch menu). While waiting for our food to be cooked, we went to explore the ocean with the dog. (Full disclosure, it was dark, so no photos. Instead, please enjoy this beach photo from earlier in the afternoon, announcing that the ocean is broken)

Then as we’re paying for our dinner, we notice we’re short a box. Turns out they’d forgotten Reagan’s steak. Oh no! But she didn’t want everyone else’s food to get cold while waiting for them to cook her entree (and she hadn’t been super excited about anything on the new menu, anyway). On our drive back to Tolovana, we saw a “Fresh pizza” sign so she was able to get a slice for dinner. Then on to the Husky game.

The next morning, we’re discussing breakfast options, as restaurant breakfast is the best thing ever!!! But again, dad doesn’t want to go anywhere because of the soon-to-start Seahawks game. So he pours himself a bowl of cereal, and Reagan and I head back into town to get delicious restaurant breakfast take out for mom and us. Yay! Some more card games before football on TV. Then we headed for home in the early afternoon. So yes, we did drive for over 10 hours to spend only 24 hours in Cannon Beach). And then we ended up mostly just hanging out with our parents inside their rented cabin, watching TV and playing card games. These are, of course, things we could easily do back home.

But what a view outside the window, with the balcony door open, listening/smelling the ocean. It was lovely, even if it was rushed. And the sun was shining for the entire ride back. And I got to reminisce about our encounters with “Pig” on last year’s drive home and Reagan continuing not to understand how exciting that was. (Details here ) AND we got to eat the amazing fish and chips from BowPicker in Astoria (it’s a food-boat, not a food truck) http://www.bowpicker.com/  They’d been closed when I drove through in August, so that was a wonderful bonus for doing this trip again, so quickly after having just done it in August. And hooray for family time and tradition!! Tradition! Tradition!

Cabin in the mountains. Sept 2017

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I found myself the winner/purchaser of 5 nights in a cabin in Skykomish, Washington. I was the opening bid at a charity auction with no real intention of winning the prize, just liked getting the ball rolling on this silent item. But as the auction end date neared and it became apparent nobody else was bidding, I figured I better look up where the heck Skykomish even is. *laughs* It’s the last stop before Steven’s Pass, FYI. And it’s so close to some really wonderful outdoor exploration opportunities. The cabin was great, quite large with 3 bedrooms and a loft area. Really nice kitchen. And the owners were kind enough to let us know to plan our meals/bring out groceries with us (as options nearby are slim to none). I packed up a box of board games and a box of wine bottles, and we were ready to go *laughs*

Wonderful friends’ getaway. Hiking the Iron Goat Trail with 4 and 6 yr old.   Had a great post-hike picnic lunch, including quinoa, feta, & veggie salad, and all the fresh fruit. Thanks to Teresa for packing such great hiking snacks!

Had ice cream at Steven’s Pass. Then Sidewalk chalk.

Tall tales and story-telling with the locals at the tiny home-based Mount Index Brewery & Distillery. Pro-tip: They serve FREE soup on Sundays…this one included meat from the Black Angus cows the owner raised herself. She showed us photos on her phone. Had a really interesting sour abbey ale with an alder smoke ice cube added to it.

Exploring Deception Falls.  

Clearly a FOREST MONSTER (not a log)

Board games and bottles of wine. “Sushi Go Party” is ridiculously fun. Tiny train rides in Skykomish. Then twelve hours of Bavarian-themed adventures in Leavenworth, and Laurena drove up to join us for the day. 

Wine tasting, including the always wonderful Stemilt Creek Winery as well as wine slushies at Kestrel. (Some wonderful pals let us use their swimming pool in the hot afternoon, and Laurena is some kind of mad-genius when it comes to making up silly swimming games/competitions. Endless laughter). Followed by an amazing dinner at Andreas Keller.

We ordered ALL the food (including two pretzels with cheese as a starter) and then we were all so full we weren’t sure we could climb the stairs to exit the restaurant. Sharing secrets and laughter. Frisbee in the backyard and grilled fish tacos. Microwaved s’mores because of the burn ban. PARTIAL ECLIPSE OF THE SUN (including “partial eclipse of the colander” photos). 

Sharing of eclipse glasses with neighbors and a family traveling from Israel. Bear scat on a morning run, reminding friends to keep up a loud conversation for safety. So many dogs to befriend! Helping the two middle-school train volunteers learn to use the cash register at the Skykomish Train gift shop. Rides on the tiny train. Freshly picked blackberries everywhere.

Hearing Nichole say “I wonder if adults can fit in here,” then rounding the corner to see her stuck. “Nope,” she says.  But she did later manage to squeeze into the “Harry Potter Suite.”

Making lasagne, drinking wine, accidentally saying “Manera” instead of “Marina” and deciding that would be an excellent name for our metal band.

Baby birds all over the rafters of the historic Skykomish hotel (currently closed for renovations). Sarah getting a napkin and rescuing a fallen baby bird from the street, tucking him into a shaded corner under the rafters.

Getting to spend 5 nights in the mountains with dear friends. So awed by the beauty of Washington everywhere we turn, continually proclaiming, “Our state is the best state!” The best.

 

Dog Party at Cannon Beach. Aug 2017

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So, my pal Aimee calls to tell me she’s got a spare dog-friendly hotel room reservation coming up in Cannon Beach (one of my favorite places ever!!!). Now, I’m going to spend a few days in a cabin near Steven’s Pass mid-August (and I just took my epic vacation to Indonesia), so I’ve really got no business squeezing in another trip. But being offered an August Cannon Beach dog-friendly hotel room is like being given a golden ticket. **insert Willy Wonka song** Folks reserve that crap months and months in advance. Aimee and her pal Alix and their respective pups are going, but their other dog pals had to cancel. And before she cancels the 2nd room reservation, she reached out to me. And I said yes!! And then I spent all of July worrying about my poor senior dog and her old bones. Every time she’d be extra crotchety and old, I’d tell her to please hang in there at least through early August, so she can go play at the ocean! With a nod towards responsibility, I did only agree to spend Fri and Sat night (rather than coming home Tues). It’s a long drive for just two nights, but worth it!!

My coworker was able to come in on her day off to cover the office Fri, so I could leave first thing in the morning and get a jump start on vacation! But with the TERRIBLE traffic I encountered the entire time, maybe I should’ve just driven down after work. Sheesh! It should only be 5 hours to get there…maybe 6 hr with stops to stretch dog legs (and my still tender/recovering back). But I left Shoreline at 9am and didn’t arrive in Cannon Beach until almost 6pm. WTF!! I passed so many traffic crashes on the way and consistently slow traffic. It took 3.5 hours to just reach Olympia (that’s ridiculous!!). At least I had some great podcasts for listening, and my best dog pal for company. Plus, roadtrip tradition of grabbing a burger at Pick Quick in Fife. And the traditional stretch your legs/smell all the smells dog stop at the John Day boat launch before Astoria. This year the blackberries were ripe early, so bonus “snacks” at the boat launch.

It my first time staying at the Inn at Cannon Beach (south end of town, near Tolovana). It was super nice. The grounds are a lovely landscaped area to explore, with TONS of wild bunnies hopping around. It felt very magical and special. Our rooms were on the 2nd floor, which meant a lot of stairs for my Shasta dog with her bad leg, but she managed okay.

And the balcony/view was lovely.

The Lumberyard restaurant is closed/changed into a brew pub. Still has the best dog-friendly patio. But it’s seat yourself and then “order at the counter inside and they’ll bring it to you” instead of waiter service. This worked in our favor, however, because they have a “happy hour” where you get a burger and a beer for just $10 after 8pm (considering the burgers are almost $14 alone, a great deal). We were seated at 7:40pm but decided to just wait 20 minutes until going inside to order. With Alix’s pitbull Kelso, Aimee’s goldendoodle Riley, and my mutt, we had a LOT of dog at our table. And two of the waitstaff kept coming out to play with our dogs. It was very sweet (and the dogs loved it).

“I was told there’d be burgers!”

The next morning we explored the beach with the pups. So much fun.

Shasta, as the senior lady with a bad leg, isn’t up for as much running or rough-housing as the young dogs. So they ran around like crazy, while we sedately wandered and smelled smells. Fun was had by all.

The Inn at Cannon Beach not only includes a very impressive breakfast spread each morning (with ample outdoor seating for guests with dogs), but they throw a mighty fine BBQ on Saturdays, so we had some tasty burgers and fruit and sheet cake (!!!). Then into town for a bit of shopping/exploring and dinner at The Driftwood Inn for fish and chips and clam chowder.

I had one very exhausted dog by the end of the day, but she had so much fun. Breakfast and a final jaunt on the beach before driving back Sunday morning. It was short. It was sweet. It was wonderful to get to take my dog to Cannon Beach again. No regrets!! (Well, I think the dog regrets all the stairs to our room, and my not allowing her to hunt the wild bunny rabbits. But, on balance, worth it!).

Happy and tired dog

Bali Bites : musings and memories. May/June 2017

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so how do you know your friend Gusti? how perfect is that, knowing someone there!
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I sit here, sipping an excellent lychee caipirinha and watching the waves, and trying not to laugh at the two earnest young men singing acoustic Bruno Mars & Katy Perry covers. They’re decent musicians, but such super serious faces. (I’m just glad it wasn’t the quartet from Sulawesi who performed two nights ago. Felt like the Indonesian version of a mariachi band, including fact that they started going table to table to serenade the guests. And not just one song. They’d do a 3 song set for each table. My social anxiety levels were rising, especially as I’d been solo because Jessica was sick in bed. But when they asked for a request, I smiled, looked up from my novel, and said, “Sorry. Another time” in Indonesian. They laughed and moved on to the next table. Phew! The next table was a group of expats from Hong Kong, and they were great about engaging the band in conversation, so I was able to eavesdrop. *smile*

 

For one of their requests, they asked for a song from Sulawesi. The men seemed pleased and sang a song that had a lot more yodeling than I’d expected. (I’d expected zero yodeling, if I’m honest. And this had a significant amount). Curious if it’s something that came from indigenous Sulawesi people, or maybe from colonization? Do the Dutch yodel?

 

This afternoon’s musicians just sang John Lennon’s “imagine,” so I guess it’s not only modern western songs.

 

Anyway, I thought a post collecting memories and observations and tweets from these two weeks in Bali might be nice (& give me something to do while I’ve got an hour to kill before my final massage which is two hours before I leave for the airport).

The straight talk/bluntness of SE Asia, especially regarding physical traits. If you’re tall or short or bald or fat, people tend to comment upon it. Not generally in a mean or mocking way, just as stating a fact and a point of discussion. I actually encountered less comments about my large size than I’d prepared for. I’m thinking word has gotten around to much of the tourist sector that most folks don’t love it when they mention that a fat person is fat. (read a few blogs where a fat tourist was encouraged to shop by a shopkeeper cheerfully announcing, “we have King Kong sizes!” yikes. Can’t imagine that resulted in many sales, even if the knowledge that they carry plus size clothing would be useful, as that’s rare here. But phrasing can matter, especially in countries where we’re more euphemistic about such things). Because I knew it was a possibility, I’d spent some time thinking how I might respond. And I’d learned enough Indonesian to have a possible response. So when a taxi driver asked me, “How come you are so big?” I replied, “I like food” in Indonesian. He thought this was hilarious and repeated it about four times. As for me, it’s okay. I mean, I obviously don’t love someone saying, “hey, you’re fat.” But also, I am. At the end of the day, it’s a fact. And as long as it’s not said meanly, I’m okay with it. When traveling in Malaysian Borneo ten years ago, I remember there were reactions, too, but they seemed tinged with appreciation. Which was novel and nice. Still a bit awkward, but yeah. Could’ve done without the two different guys who gave a reverent pat to my belly in Malaysia, though. Even if you are being appreciative, you shouldn’t just touch stranger’s bodies on the street, eh?

 

For Jessica, it’s been a lot of continued questioning about where she’s from. Being of Korean heritage, when she answers, “I’m from America,” some folks keep asking follow up questions.

 

The Fairmont in Sanur. The hotel room bathrooms have all three of my dad’s gold standards: toilet paper folded into triangle, Toto brand toilet, and a phone by the toilet. Ewww to that last one. Don’t call people from the toilet. Just… Don’t.

 

Taking a cold shower mid-day in an equatorial country remains one of the most blissful things ever. Going from super heated and sweaty into a shock of too cold water that is then suddenly just right? Magical.

 

Snorkeling in Blue Lagoon at Padangbai was so great, but having bits of garbage float by was a real bummer. Also, the tide turned while we were out (or something), and suddenly the waves were super rough, crashing into the beach. This was fine while swimming and snorkeling, but it did make for a less than glamorous “dismount” when we tried to walk out of the ocean. I think Jessica and I each wiped out at least twice. Once I lost one of the fins I’d rented in my tumble. Happily I was able to swim out to get it, but there was a minute there where I knew I’d be paying the woman to replace a pair of fins. I think all this churning waves and falling down contributed to the inordinately huge amount of sand we both had stuck in our suits. For real. Half the beach, easily. But being out their snorkeling when the strong waves happened was great, as we’d float along, and it was kind of hilarious watching all the giant colorful tropical fish be as subject to the current as everyone else. Just trying to look chill and grab a quick bite off the coral before being swept 4 feet in the other direction.

 

Tweet from Padangbai “How’d you get sunburned?” “Taking a shower.” In a related story, outdoor showers are ridiculous/not all they’re cracked up to be. *laughs* For realz, though. Clearly it’s a “luxury” that dominates in Bali, but I much prefer an indoor toilet and shower. For one, stepping out into the muggy air to use the facilities isn’t so pleasant. And there’s always that last minute check for insects and lizards and snakes. And sometimes, partway through your shower, you realize that a portion of your outdoor bathroom is maybe visible to that window over there. Plus, the aforementioned sunburn issue if showering in daylight. And at night, it’s a bugspray issue, as you obviously can’t be wearing it during your shower.

The variety and beauty of the religious offerings left everywhere. Made daily, walking down any street, you’ll encounter multiple offerings with a variety of flowers and foods and sometimes a cigarette. Sometimes in a banana leaf, or surrounded by interwoven leaves/fronds. Also, it was reassuring to learn that it’s not a huge insult/bad luck if you accidentally step on one of these. Obviously, you’re supposed to avoid doing so if you can, but they are so myriad and all over the sidewalk, that it’s okay if you accidentally step on one.

Another tweet from Padangbai @tracynoreen: Me, exasperatedly to tiny ants in open-air room, whenever they climb on my flipflop, “come on, guys! You know I’m gonna put my foot there.”

Our open air room had several little lines of tiny ants, and we were mostly fine, but then they’d climb all over my shoes. Dudes! Also, one night going to use the open air toilet, I accidentally stepped on/squished three large ants. But nature finds a way. Or something. Because in the morning, two of the dead ants were completely gone, and the third was just a pile of the tiny ants, finishing up their meal. Self cleaning.

 

Nusa Lembongan. Swanky cocktail place called “Lemongrass” played an entire Savage Garden CD. And I was flooded with high school nostalgia.

 

After our friend Gusti brought us to our hotel in Sanur, we asked if he had any recommendations for dinner places. “There is lots of good food options all around. Pretty much start walking and you’ll find something *pauses, looks at giant hotel’s restaurant* just, please… don’t eat there.” Ha.

 

Oh yeah, one afternoon, coming back to hotel room in Sanur, walking along the outdoor hallway (this place is massive), I startled a bat that had been roosting in the eaves of a hotel room doorway. She was beautiful to watch fly away.

 

I mentioned the hunky security guard started a conversation with me because of my limited Indonesian, yes?

 

Oh lordy, one night, I had the crap scared out of me. Reading in bed, Jessica is sleeping, and I hear weird buzzing noise and then something bounces off my shoulder. I may have shrieked. Turned on the light. Grabbed my glasses and flashlight. Was able to perform a successful catch and release of a gorgeous dime-sized bronze beetle. It did bounce off of me one more time before I caught it in a glass and took it out our hotel room door.

 

One fave part of traveling: trying new fruits. Salak (Snakeskin fruit) was very tasty & different in texture. Firm & crunchy. Fun. Couldn’t find my beloved langsat fruit (discovered in Malaysia ten years ago), but didn’t go on a dedicated search, either.

 

Covering each other in sand is a universal beach activity, and it’s great fun to see families the world over do this. But I was a bit surprised one afternoon to see two grown fisherman lying beside their boat on the sand, one had buried the other up to his waist in sand. Couldn’t help wondering if they were just playing or if it served some type of function.

 

@tracynoreen: Started finding faces in this bathroom marble wall. Now it feels like I’ve got a dozen creatures watching me pee. #Awkward

The Walking (slightly) Wounded. May/June 2017

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My back continues to be messed up from a weird twist/climb into the boat after snorkeling. Happily walking around is fine, but sitting in many chairs is bad. So I’ve booked a massage for this afternoon. *fingers crossed* And Jessica is really not feeling well today. We ended up asking for her breakfast to be wrapped up “to go,” and she’s napping in the hotel room. Thinking the dreaded ‘Bali Belly’ may have struck. But I know she and i did a travel clinic visit before we left, so she’s got some antibiotics she can take. Hopefully they’ll help her out.

 

But before all this, we had two great days. (well, I guess my back was messed up during those days but she wasn’t sick yet). Our friend Gusti took us on a most excellent day tour after we landed from Nusa Lembongan. He’s a wonderful driver and has such love and pride for Bali. Excellent teller of stories. Humble and quick to laugh. Speaker of many languages (one has to be, to have worked as a guide for 20 yr here. Not only Balinese, Indonesian, and English, but also some Chinese and German. Lots of French tourists as well. And Korean tour groups, too). And very patient in teaching me a few more Indonesian words, too.

Went through Celuk, a town famous for its gold and silver jewelry. Very intricate work. And Gusti pointed out that the homes in this town were all much larger and fancier than in many other areas of Bali. While many Balinese want jobs with the government or in tourism, in Celuk he says it’s basically 100% jewelry work. As we had eaten breakfast at 7am (it was now noon) & lunch was three tour stops away, Jessica made use of one of the jewelry shops snack bars to get us some road trip snacks. They seemed so perplexed. I don’t think anyone has purchased snacks from them before, even though they had a fancy counter with some chairs. We got to try “grilled beef” flavor Lay’s. Quite tasty. The banana Pocky wasn’t my favorite. Still, with some munchies, we both felt better.

Visited a traditional style Balinese home. Not built as an attraction, rather a 200 yr old home, where the folks open it to the public for a small donation. We learned a lot. Gusti is a great teacher. He tried to apologize for his lack of extensive details, but it was great. Gave of lots of small insights and concrete details, explaining the purpose of each structure in the family temple, important directional placement of each building, etc. And told with such genuine care. (the family had two porcupines in a cage. Their habitat has basically been destroyed by palm oil plantations. But still, Gusti would shake his head, teary eyed, explaining this was not good karma, and these creatures don’t want to be in captivity in a small cage).

 

It was just lovely, as our friend was showing us the sights all day and giving us information (our previous day tour had basically just included a driver, who would drop us off at a location and wait with the car. So while we saw the royal family’s water garden, we had no context for anything).

We then went to Pura Puseh di Desa Batuan, a particularly attractive temple. Gusti started to explain we had to wear sarongs inside and was about to go rent us some when he saw we’d both pulled sarongs out of our bags and were trying them around our waist. He seemed pleasantly surprised. We do our research and want to be respectful. *smile* It was a stunning space, so many carvings and statues and then some amazing gold work on the ceilings, too.

We also got to shake our heads together and tut over the selfie culture of many of the visitors, standing in long lines to do mini fashion shoots in front of each structure. Which was fine, even if we thought it was silly. But to the men and women who removed their sarongs to pose for their photos, that is just plain disrespectful. Can you imagine tourists removing their coverings inside the Vatican to get a photo in their “cuter” outfit? Shame.

Now it was lunch time, and we got to try the famous crispy duck. Very tasty. Came with a variety of hot sauces to try, too.

 

Then off to explore the famous Tanah Lot temple area. Gorgeous grounds along the ocean, really striking temples. Famous for its sunsets. And so full of tourists you wouldn’t believe it.

The space is huge and there are easily 100 plus store fronts and souvenir shops between the parking lot and the temples. Still, it made for a lovely place to wander, waiting for sunset. And we got in some shopping. The sellers were less aggressive than in Ubud Market, which was nice, too.

 

It’d been a bit cloudy off and on, so ability to see the sunset into the ocean was up in the air. We managed to see some really gorgeous orange sun rays reflected across the waves. And then the last bit to the Horizon was all clouds. Which was fine. Meant we could head back to the parking lot earlier and beat the crowds. Gusti was thrilled we came back early, as he said it’s sometimes an hour just getting out of their post sunset. Yikes!!!

Then back to Sanur, where our room was ready for us at the Fairmont. It is sooooo swanky!! I could definitely get used to this. I mean, it’s pretty removed/isolated from real life, but it’s going to be a great way to relax and recharge for our last few nights before the epicly long plane rides back to the real world. The room is gorgeous. The bathroom is gorgeous. The grounds are amazing. Infinity pool overlooking the ocean. Just, wow.

The next night, Jessica asks, “is your back still hurting?” Me, yep. Her solution? Buy some beers at the market and have a hotel room dance party. Not sure if it helped, but it was definitely a fun distraction and a great way to close out the evening.

Sanur is definitely not my favorite type of place. It’s a bigger tourist centric beach town, so not really interacting with local Balinese except as tourist service employees. There’s a great 4km beach walk and it’s lovely and there are lots of good food options, but not the place to try real local stuff as much. Still, I had an excellent BBQ ribs meal and Jessica’s beef puff pastry thing was fab. And after 10 days of mainly Indonesian food (tasty, no doubt), it was kind of nice to have something different.

 

The Fairmont has this ridiculous security guard station before you enter the property. Always staffed with two guards, they inspect incoming vehicles (even with that mirror on a stick that looks for bombs under cars). Seems so over the top and unnecessary. But I guess it’s providing good jobs. One of the security guards is super hunky, too. And he had a conversation with me, initiated because he wanted to know how long I’d been in Indonesia to learn the language. I confessed I only knew a little bit and I’d learned on line. But we chatted for awhile. Happily his English was great, because I ran out of Indonesian after 3 minutes. Ha.

 

**update** The massage seemed to really help. Back is still not 100%, but I am no longer dreading having to stand up each time. And I’ve booked another in 2 days, so hopefully we can get this up to 70% of normal before my flight. *fingers crossed* Jessica is feeling better, but still not great. At that stage where she’s bored lying around, but gets nausea if she walks around more than 5 minutes. She’s hopeful she’ll feel better this afternoon because she really really wants to go to the TCEC turtle conservation place (as we didn’t see any turtles when we went snorkeling).