Wednesday, June 21, 2017

A Tale of Two Boats

Sometimes you have to go outside your comfort zone to get the good stuff!  Boats are not my comfort zone.  I prefer to see my azure blue waters from the sandy shore sitting in a beach chair or enjoy a river from a nice riverside cafe with a glass of wine.  It must be my new maturity, now that I have entered another decade of life but I voluntarily went on two boats in the last month.  Two very different and yet very similar boat tours.  While I am still not going to line up to ride in anyone's speed boat I have a new respect for leisure boating.

Before we went to Portugal I had read about the famous caves in the cliffs along the coast.  Everything I read said the coast was best viewed from the water, which meant a boat would be involved.  As much of a "non-boat person" I am, I am even more a "spectacular view" person... so I found some courage and scheduled a boat tour of the caves.  It was the best time I have ever spent on a boat!  

Our water craft
 I was "all in" and could not wait to see the sights.  When we entered the first cave I was hooked.  The colors on the rocks went from purple, to green to gray.  Against the blue water it was so stunning I totally forgot I was on a boat.  Bring on the next cave and the next one and .....
Going in...eerie and stunning.

Going out....breathtakingly beautiful!
 I was always in awe of the color of the water when we headed out of the caves.  I think we were lucky to tour on a clear, relatively calm day.  It was purely by luck and not design.
I think the heart formed by this ceiling says it all!
 The sole motivator for this tour was to see this one cave.  Benagil Cave is famous.  I guess if you were/are a good swimmer, like TJ and our friend Yvon are, you could swim to the cave.  But then where would I keep my camera?  As we rounded the corner into this cave it absolutely lived up to its billing.  Jaw dropping and like nothing I've ever seen before.  We saw 20 caves and each one was a bit different.  The views from the water were definitely worth an hour or so in a boat, driven by a very handsome young man.  I could have been on a magic carpet for all I knew.
At this point in the tour I wanted to jump out of the boat
and join in the circle of love in the sun!
 Fast forward a week to Chicago.  It was time to celebrate my birthday with my three daughters.  I may just celebrate this birthday for the rest of the year!  Why not?!
One of the weekend activities was a lake and river cruise... a two hour tour.  (now once again to the Gilligan's Island tune)  It was a hot day in the windy (literally) city.  The tour began cruising up and down the river while being awed by and educated  about the architecture.  They really have done a wonderful job upgrading the river walk and cleaning up the river.  The ride was peaceful and scenic.
Calm, clear blue waters and some pretty sweet views!
Then we left the river and headed out into Lake Michigan.  On this hot, windy day the lake was a bit choppy.  This is the point in the tour when I remembered why I am not a boat person.  There were a few times I wondered how far out we were going to go into the lake and exactly how long we were going to be there.  This is usually how every boat ride goes with me, how long are we going to be on this thing?  I will say that the view made it worth the ride in this case.
Goodbye Chicago.....

The lighthouse and tall ship were beautiful distractions.

Ahhh, back in the safety of the river....are we there yet?
Safely back in the river I breathed a deep sigh of relief!  I never knew how welcome the river would feel.  The city certainly showed its best side from our view in the water.  

Two very different boat trips.  One in a small craft being blown away by nature's architecture and the other in a very large boat being awed by man's architecture.   Our world is a feast for they eyes!  Maybe I am a boat person after all.....only if the view is worth it!  


Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Goodbye 50's....Hello 60's

When I turned 50 I went skydiving with 3 out of 4 of my children and 10 friends.  Was it a metaphor for my 50's?  Maybe.  Take a chance, do things you have always wanted to do, live for today, start writing a blog, surround yourself with friends and family.  My 50's were some of the best years of my life... so far!  If you are 50-something, my advice to you is "enjoy it"!  Enjoy the empty nest.  Enjoy what is left of your smooth skin and firm muscles.  Enjoy your confidence.  Enjoy your independence.  Enjoy your health!  One day you will wake up, 60 years old and wonder how the time flew by so fast and ask yourself "why does my skin sag?".

This is my last blog post as a woman in my 50's.  Tomorrow I turn the big 6-0.  I will not be jumping out of an airplane.....been there, done that.  I will jump out of bed and greet the day!  TJ and I already took a fantastic trip to Portugal in order to celebrate changing the first digit in my age!  It only took a month or two for me to choose my destination.  I made a very good choice!  So, if Portugal is a metaphor for my 60's I think I'm going to love being 60!  Bring on the blue skies, red roofs, white houses, Piri Piri Chicken, perfect weather, good wine and friendly people!  I can do this!

Diving head first into my 60's!
This is the part of the blog where I shift, ever so cleverly, from turning 60 to telling you how great Portugal is/was!  I was given the choice to go "anywhere".  Portugal seems really random doesn't it?  I had heard good things about it and after doing my due diligence I decided we should go see for ourselves.  This time we would actually visit a place close to tourist season.  After visiting Croatia and South Africa in the "off season"  I was ready to go someplace where the restaurants were open and I did not freeze.  We found it!

Espresso next to a construction site....welcome to Portugal!
This picture reflects my arrival experience.  I made it to Lisbon but my luggage didn't.  It was expected, as we RAN to catch our connection...there was no way my bag was going to make it.  Thank goodness I packed a "back up outfit" and toiletries in my backpack.  Being "almost 60" has its advantages...namely, experience.  After we were able to drop our....well his....bag in our apartment, we took off for a bit of sightseeing.  Lisbon is a hill town.  There are narrow stairways that lead up or down to other streets.  We were climbing up some stairs in a narrow passage, TJ was ahead of me.  I opened my purse, got my phone out to check our directions when I felt and saw a hand from behind me going into my purse.  I instantly slapped the hand and loudly said, "Get out of my purse!".  I turned around and two men were behind me.  They started waving a map saying I had taken their map....yeah...right.  I said, "No...you were trying to get in my purse!"  Meanwhile, I started checking my purse for my wallet and passport.  They can have all the lipstick they want!  TJ was about 10 steps ahead of me and telling me to get away.  I did not understand that he just wanted me to get some distance between me and them.  I was MAD!  I could not believe someone had tried to pickpocket me!  They continued with their map story and I confirmed all my possessions were still in my possession and I told them they had no business in my purse and we left.  Welcome to Lisbon!  I must say I totally surprised myself!  You never know how you are going to react in a situation until you are in that situation.  I did not even think about it, I just slapped him!  Go figure!  No harm was done but I did not have to worry about any jet lag after that....I was very awake!
Since we were so wide awake, we climbed to the top of a castle!
 TJ was in big trouble in Portugal.  There are many miradouros (viewpoints) in Lisbon and they are all high up somewhere.  As you may all know, I love going to the top....skydiving on my 50th!  Gotta get the best view!  We had to climb to the top of every castle, hill or cliff so I could see the view.  He did not embrace it all but I will say that by the end of the trip he had come a long way.
We actually rode e-bikes to this hill top.  TJ was "all in" on the bike ride!
 On our second day, our friends from Montreal joined us for the rest of the trip.  They and their luggage made it!  We kept them moving through their first day and ended our night in a port bar.  When in Portugal you must try the port!  I never knew I liked port!
Just passed by this place on our walk home and had to stop!

Watch out behind you!!!
 One of the most unexpected finds in Lisbon was found through wandering.  My friend and I saw a very nice clothing shop and slipped in to do a little shopping.  Meanwhile, TJ explored the area.  I joined him in a playground, high up, with a great view.  I would take my kids there every day just to enjoy the view!  In addition to a wall of morning glory vines in full bloom, down below was what looked like ruins.  Such a contrast!  We found our way down to he ruins and realized they were a sort of shrine decorated by someone with "found garbage".  It was one of the most unique things I've ever seen.

The view from above

And down below

                      
                        Caught in the act of a selfie!
I just love finding undiscovered corners of cities.  We had lunch at a very nice cafe, outside, off the beaten path and it was just right for us!  We did plenty of the classic Lisbon tourist activities but every once in while it's nice to feel like you are paving your own way.  
One thing we followed the crowd on was tasting these delicious pasteis de nata!
 We each ate more than one pasteis de nata during our time in Portugal.  Our friend, Yvon, had the perfect description for them.  Creme brulee in pastry.  Ponder that!  Flaky pastry with delicious egg custard browned to sweet perfection.  They were decadent!
What would it be without a parade?
We went to mass on Sunday.  Noticed there were people making arches and banners with real flowers.  They told us they were having a parade later in the day.  We explored the Belem area and on our way back we just happened to see the parade.  I loved he flowered arches and the families parading, showing their faith openly for all to witness.  We followed them for a bit and admired the decorations.  It was definitely a good few days.

We headed south the next morning.  Lisbon is a beautiful city.  There are many areas to explore and we barely made a dent!

So on the eve of my last night in my 50's I say thank you to all of you for reading for the last almost 10 years.  I have enjoyed sharing my thoughts, dreams and experiences here on the blog.  I may be a bit less diligent in posting but I am not quite ready to say goodbye to this part of my life.  To new horizons!  Cheers 50's, hope my 60's are just as good or better!  Stay tuned for the rest of Portugal, the best is yet to come.  Hmmm, maybe it is a metaphor for life.


Friday, May 12, 2017

Tour de Texas

I've seen miles and miles of Texas over the last few weeks.  I guess before I go north for the summer it's good to see what I'll be missing.  Mother Nature has surprised us repeatedly with cool front after cool front, blue skies, low humidity (a rarity here!), moderate temperatures and a spring that has gone on much longer than usual.  These conditions have made driving back and forth from Houston to Baton Rouge, Houston to Dallas and Houston to Austin a real pleasure...even for a person who does not love driving long distances.

This is considered a "scenic overlook" in Texas
With the latest ventures across the state I have also noticed the different personalities of the cities in our state.  Dallas is new, shiny, and glitzy with nicer topography than Houston and a very "Texas" feel to me.  If Dallas were in high school it would be that popular football player or the cute cheerleader or the studly cowboy whose family has the biggest ranch in town.  Austin is hilly, lovely, the state capitol, home of the University of Texas....and it prides itself on being weird.  I like that!  Mix politics, education, music and a little weird all together and you get Austin.  If Austin were in high school it would be the artsy, tattooed, smart, more liberal, alternative kid with a future in politics (hehehe).  Houston is home... so my eyes don't really see it as others might.  To me Houston is big, diverse, industrial, a bit posh in places, not as pretty topographically speaking, with a little something for everyone.  Hard to say who Houston would be in high school but possibly it would be all the rest of the kids in the spectrum between the popular kids and the alternative kids.  Don't you just love stereotypes?  I must say I enjoyed experiencing each of these cities and seeing their unique personalities.

A fun Sunday night at Pete's Dueling Piano Bar in Austin!
Sight of the most fun I've ever had on 6th street!

Everything is bigger in Texas!
 Especially our football stadiums!

Back home in Houston, I realized it was less than a month before our departure to Nova Scotia.  This brought mixed emotions, as I knew it would.  Life at home has been good.  No complaints!  Usually I have the stifling weather to drive me north... not this year.  Usually I am bored with the everyday-ness of my life and am ready to change things up.  Usually the call of the shore beckons my soul well before I am able to leave.  The call is a faint whisper right now.  I know in a month it will be a shout that I will feel deep inside and won't be able to resist.  Heart vs. mind... a challenge in so many of life's choices.  In my mind, I know the reasons for our early migration and they are all legitimate and logical.  In my heart, I can't quite get there and embrace it yet.
This face is one reason my heart is hesitating to migrate so soon!

I know that as soon as I see the farmhouse, smell the fresh salt air, see my first of many beautiful sunsets and let myself enjoy the slower pace of life at the shore my heart will catch up with my head and all will be right in my world again....but until then I will be the one dragging my feet, struggling to figure out what to pack in my bags and burning daylight.

Monday, April 10, 2017

10 things I've Been Doing Instead of Writing

1.  I've played a lot of golf.  It's spring in Texas and that means sunny skies, moderate temperatures, green grass and plenty of time to play golf.  In my group of golf friends a few of us leave town for the summer so we are taking advantage of being together with many rounds of golf.  I lost my game somewhere in November and have been searching for it ever since. It's finally getting closer to something more enjoyable and less frustrating!
TJ and I  got to play like the pros at the Shell Open tournament course.
There is a reason we are not pros!
2.  I've spend some time with Logan.  Being in town has its advantages when it comes to grand parenting.  I've been able to pitch in a bit when he has a sick day and we have occasional Gigi play dates.   Logan loves his Grampy and runs into the office looking for him as soon as we come in the back door.  He likes him best because he plays baseball with him...I just do things like torture him by taking him to get his hair cut.  An event Logan was less than thrilled about but he sure did look cute afterward!
Playing with this guy....much more fun than blogging!
3. I have taken many walks with Ed Sheeran.  I bought his latest album and am in love!  I find myself wishing I could dance my way along the sidewalks instead of walk when he is singing in my ears.  His music puts me in the best mood!  The song Perfect is....PERFECT!  I see many brides and grooms dancing their first dance to this song.  I could write an entire blog post about this album, each song tells a story and I love all of them.  So many different styles of music and yet it is all Ed.  I am pretty much obsessed!

4.  I enjoyed bluebonnet season and practiced my photography skills a bit.   Bluebonnets just beg to be photographed.  I took pictures of Logan in the bluebonnets.  I took pictures of just plain wildflowers.  I took pictures of Flat Stanley (see #5) in the bluebonnets.
A 2 year old moving target

5.  We hung out with Flat Stanley.  Our grandson's 3rd grade class read Flat Stanley and we helped the class out by taking his version...Flat Daniel, on a few field trips.  It is funny how you see the same things with different eyes when you have a little crayon colored boy...it all looks interesting and beautiful.
Welcome to Texas!
6.  I've been living vicariously through my kids. My son is in India having the ride of his life.  He is doing The Rickshaw Run... 2700km from the north of India to the south in a tuk tuk.  Every morning I grab my phone to check for the latest updates and photos from the road.  If I were only a 32 year old guy, I'd be there with them!  Thank goodness for social media.  My youngest is spending her spring break in Japan so I now get to check for her updates and visit another country through the wonders of the Internet.
India via tuk tuk

7.  I've been shadow dancing.  We have had some amazing clear, crisp days and while I've been walking with Ed Sheeran the shadows have been beautiful.  Just enough leaves in the trees to make things interesting but not too many to block out all the light.  Daylight savings time also enables me to take late afternoon walks... my favorite time of day!


  










8.  I've been drinking a lot less.  We both decided to give up drinking during the week (we have our limits) for Lent. After a couple of weeks I don't miss it that much, except on particularly lovely evenings when sitting outside with a nice glass of wine would be my "go to" activity.  I must say, I feel a lot better in general and appreciate a nice glass of wine even more on the weekends.  If you ask TJ what he thinks all I can say is by Thursday afternoon he comes up with comments like, "This is going to be the best Easter EVER!"  and I don't think he is talking about the spiritual aspect of the day.

9.  I've been washing a lot of workout clothes!  I noticed as I folded the laundry the other day that about 90% of it is exercise related.  Bike shorts, bike shirts, yoga clothes, golf clothes, gym shorts, sports bras, and lots of socks.  You would think we would be in better shape with all of the exercise we get!

10.  I've been planning a trip to Portugal.  I will be celebrating "that" birthday in June and TJ is taking me on a trip at the end of May.  I have spent many hours reading, researching,  and reserving.  Portugal looks amazing and I am very excited!  So every time I sat at the computer over the last month I have been planning and dreaming about our trip instead of writing.

Finally, I have been thinking of things to write, starting to write and then deleting it all and starting again hoping to get something coherent enough to post.  When all else fails....write a list!  Done!


Friday, March 17, 2017

It Was..."The Year Of the Cat"

One of my absolute favorite songs of all time is Al Stewart's "Year of the Cat".  I'm sure I listened to it over a thousand times my second year of university.  My most sincere apologies to my roommate, who probably has a much different reaction than I do when she hears the song now.  It popped up on my playlist last week during my morning walk and made my day!  I was 19 again and replayed it at least three times to accompany all of the memories that were passing through my head!  I played it again when I got home at ear shredding volume just to hear the instrumentals!  This song makes me wish I could play the piano and the saxophone.  It also brings me back to the year that changed my life.

 Feel free to have a listen while you finish reading the rest of this post.

My second year in university was one of my favorite years.  It's the year I finally got the hang of going to college, the year I was a resident advisor in a freshman dormitory, the year I finally declared a major (which I never used) and the year I met my husband.  I have fond memories of that year and they all flood back when I hear this song.  I am sure I have romanticized those memories to some extent which only makes them better!

Getting the hang of going to college, in my case, involved figuring out how to study.  I cruised through high school, making mostly A's, B's and the occasional C with just enough effort.  In retrospect, I could have done so much better but things like boys and my "cool" reputation were much more important to me then.  What a self-centered mistake all of that was!  Anyway, I figured out just how much more effort was required in order to make good grades, while working and remaining socially active (I still had my priorities!).  Some of the classes were even interesting!  Tax Accounting was not one of them... second year literature was!  This should have been a red flag for me to study something other than accounting.  If I only knew then what I know now....alas, hindsight is 20/20.

I met my husband at the first football game that year.  We were set up by mutual friends.... it was an old fashion blind date.  He came to my dormitory to pick me up for the game and I remember seeing him for the first time in his brown leather huarache sandals, plaid polyester cuffed bell bottom pants and thinking he was very thin and not as tall as I had expected (the only thing I knew about him was that he played a lot of basketball thus my expectation of someone about 6' 3" or more)  He was smart, funny, ambitious and a gentleman. Due to his persistence we continued to date that year.  I like a guy who knows what he wants.

I spent many an evening studying to this song, talking on the phone to this song, hanging out with my dorm friends to this song, shooting pool in our favorite watering hole and dreaming about life to this song.  I never expected that 40 years later I would hear it and have the same feelings I did way back then!  It stirs something inside me.  Music can do that.

Some songs I can't really associate with a specific time period or year but The Year of the Cat will forever remind me of my second year at LSU.  Good times!  If I had to go back I would do it all over again....and maybe study something other than accounting.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Feast To Famine

Today is one of my favorite days of the year....it's Mardi Gras!  This is one day I can wrap my head and my heart around.  I love a good party, therefore Mardi Gras is right up my alley and I happen to smile when I see the colors purple, green and yellow together!  I also love food... so whether it's Mardi Gras or Pancake Day to you, either works for me.  Today is all about indulging or over indulging as the case may be.  Party on!  Eat those pancakes!  Empty the larder!  Throw me something mister!


The first two months of 2017 have been a veritable feast.  I've traveled to some lovely and interesting places.  I've spent time with some of my favorite people. I did not make any ridiculous resolutions this year so my diet has not yet begun.  The signs of excess fun, food and frivolity are beginning to show which can only mean it's time to dial it all back and refocus.  Time to slow it all down, be more introspective and shut out some of the chatter.  Maybe it's time to stay home for a while (maybe...). It's definitely time to use more discipline when it comes to eating and drinking.  Cue Ash Wednesday.

Ash Wednesday is the beginning of 40 days of living simply, praying more and fasting.  Through these practises we are able to focus more on the journey Jesus made for us and prepare for Easter. Time spent living simply can bring my attention away from the material aspects of life and more to the spiritual ones.  By praying more I have something better than the Internet to connect me to something much more important than anything online.  By fasting I am reminded of the discipline it takes to lead good life in the midst of temptation and can remind me there are many who are in need every day.  This leads to one more part of Lent, alms giving.  This is a great time (well, any time is a great time) to give a little more to our favorite charities or give our time generously to those who need us.  Lent is hard work, right?  But hard work reaps great benefits!  One more reason I love Mardi Gras....Ash Wednesday.

Friday, February 17, 2017

A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words

I did not learn to speak French or Spanish fluently.  I have not become the next great American writer...yet.  So, now I am learning to not become the next Ansel Adams!  Yes...I am taking a photography class.  Another one of my efforts to not let my brain turn to putty.  The good news is...I love it!  The bad news is...I have a lot to learn.  Maybe that is good news too.

TJ gave me a new camera for Christmas, small enough to travel easily but big enough to take decent pictures.  This camera has many settings and options and the only setting I used for the first month was the Auto setting.  I decided I really should learn to use the camera to its full capacity.  Why own a camera that does tricks and never do any tricks?  I am finding out that my little camera can do many tricks!  This makes me very happy!  Now I want to go somewhere other than my neighborhood or my backyard after my classes and practice my new found knowledge each week.  I find myself thinking of my usual photo taking opportunities (grandchildren, sunsets, bonfires, etc.) in my class and how I can utilize my new found skills.  "If only I had known this or that when I was here or there!"  but alas, I am just here....in my house....surrounded by stuff I see every day.  No majestic sunsets, no cattails on fire in the night sky, no waterfalls....just the house I see every day in a neighborhood surrounded by freeways.  Not exactly the stuff that makes a camera jump for joy.

I am sooo looking forward to my next excursion when I can pull out my camera and take control of my aperture or shutter speed and take beautiful photographs.  I have always been a photograph lover and now this class is empowering me.  Watch out everyone!  So far, I have learned....

 to go from this....
to this!
or this...
to this!

not impressed yet?  Come on!  Depth of field....blurred background.... detailed background!  It's my best suburban effort.

I'll try another...
Frozen water
water in motion
All of this with the turn of a button.  Being able to take these pictures makes me want to go sit on a bridge above the traffic just to get one of those pictures of the car lights streaming down the highway.  These are things I have always wanted to do but never knew how to do and my class is teaching me the great mysteries.  Beware blog readers....the pictures on this blog may improve. (Lord willing!)




Thursday, February 2, 2017

Where Did January Go?

January blew right by me this year!  I haven't been home much which may be the reason the month seems to have flown.  Mexico City was followed in quick succession by nine days in Madison with the grandsons while their parents celebrated the other grandparent's 40th wedding anniversary in Maui.  We got freezing rain, sleet, a bit of snow and lots of gray skies while they got blue skies, azure water, whale watching and sunset cocktails.  It was an even exchange I'd say.  I got little boy kisses every night and all the mac and cheese I could eat!

And they made "welcome home" cards for Mommy and Daddy!
Then there was a week and a half spent in Houston recovering from a nasty cold brought on by travel, exhaustion and a carrier husband.  The good news is that it rained many of those days which made me feel a lot like the weather and I had no FOMO on any golf games.

We NEVER have standing water in our back yard...that's a lot of rain!
While I was home I caught up with my other grandson, Logan, and his parents!  It was good to see them.  It is amazing how used to seeing each other we become and then a few weeks away seem like ages!  Logan is changing so fast I hate missing any of it!

The end of January is our annual ski trip to Park City.  We usually have friends and/or family joining us on our trip.  This year, due to schedule conflicts, the Super Bowl, life, and time conflicts none of our usual suspects could join us.  This meant that it was just the two of us!  When your husband works from home, time together is not at a minimum.  I was a bit concerned, I hate to admit, about how so much together time was going to work out.  You see, TJ is an 8:30-4 skier and I'm a 10-3 skier.  He is more aggressive than I am on the slopes so I just knew this was going to be either frustrating for him or very challenging for me.  Plus, all that time together!

We are still both smiling!
The ski gods smiled upon us and the snow conditions and weather were both perfect.  One day I chased TJ down the mountain all day, one day we both chased our friend down the mountain and the last day TJ chased me down the mountain so it worked out well for everyone.  Whenever we ran out of things to talk about we would just look at each other and say,  "What a gorgeous day!" and that was enough.  

A few reasons I love ski trips are.... you get to be outside all day in the fresh air, using muscles that don't get used every day, surrounded by some of the most beautiful scenery God created, and at the end of the day there is absolutely no guilt over eating a good meal and going to bed early.  What was I even worried about?!  We also met up with some friends who live in the area which thankfully added  more to the "What a gorgeous day!" conversations.

Who needs conversation when you get to look at this all day?!
After four days and many hours on the mountain, every muscle in my legs, arms and back feel well used.  My face and lips are feeling just a bit wind or sun burned.  And thanks to the untimely death of my flat iron a day ago, my hair looks like I stuck my finger in an electric socket.  Braids and pony tails to the rescue!  I never go anywhere without taming my locks so the first stop when we get home is to buy a new flat iron before I see someone I know!

What is better than a mountain view?  A mountain view at sunset!  Bring on February!
It's nice to have friends in high places....literally!





Monday, January 16, 2017

Roof Tops and Pyramids

New Year's Eve seems so long ago!  In a moment of wanderlust back in October, I made plans to take a trip with my daughter the week after New Years day.  "Why not" I thought, it would give me a well deserved rest after Christmas.  Just what I would be needing... five days of eating out, touring and spending quality time with one of my daughters.  So, on January 2nd I bid "Adios" to Houston and flew to Mexico City.    It was really quite easy... board a plane... arrive 2 hours later in a foreign country!

You know you are in a great neighborhood when this is right around the corner!
I quickly shifted from Christmas hostess/wife/mother/Gigi mode to tourist mode.  I was greeted at the airport by my driver, (I've never had a driver before!) and when he got to our neighborhood he pointed out the 20 or so places to eat dinner, have breakfast or coffee, try churrros and hot chocolate, or buy groceries all within walking distance.  So far, my impression is quite favorable!  Our neighborhood continued to be a bright spot in the trip, it had everything!

We roamed around the area a bit, had sunset drinks on a rooftop bar and then headed to the restaurant where we had dinner reservations.  We found the restaurant, which was unfortunately closed for the holiday and realized we were a week early for our reservation.  Drat!  Back to the neighborhood for some comfort food and home.  This was about the point I realized I was VERY TIRED from the holidays!  The travel adrenaline had worn off and the harsh reality of exhaustion and possible illness set in.  My much needed sleep came with great difficulty and it became very apparent that a visit to a pharmacy and/or doctor was needed in the morning.  Luckily, we were in an awesome neighborhood and both were right down the street.
The view outside the "clinic"....

I visited the nearby pharmacy and found out that before I could get my prescription I had to see the doctor in the clinic next door.  A short 15 or 20 minute wait later I saw the doctor who was younger than my daughter, in a one room, tiny clinic.  We communicated in our best attempts at each other's languages and she confirmed my suspicion and wrote me 3 prescriptions to be filled next door.  250 pesos or $12 later I had three prescriptions and a doctor visit under my belt.  I felt better already!   I needed to rally....we were doing a 5 hour food tour that afternoon.

I muscled my way through the food tour.  After all, I'm not a quitter!  Five hours, six stops, multiple interesting food tastings and a lot of history and culture mixed together kept me putting one foot in front of the other.  I was full after the third stop....I so wish I could have enjoyed the food truck ceviche tostada as much as I know I would have on an empty stomach!
"Avocados, the bacon of Mexico!" 
Spicy Crickets!

Our food tour was a little bit of everything. The food market was a visual treat as well as the stop for our most unique tastings.  We were introduced to spicy crickets and grasshoppers and some other insects (the new protein).  I bravely tried the little crickets and some other bug that reminded me of a doodle bug but the grasshoppers were just too big for me to handle!  At one stall, a cute little girl and her mother proudly served us many different types of herbs along with a root that made your mouth go numb and tingly all at the same time when chewed up.  Her grand finale was a cup with an edible rose and other flowers, fruit and some yummy chocolate pudding.  It really was delicious!
There was also plenty of normal food at the market!
After our food tour we walked around the Zocalo (main square)with our new found appreciation for the history of the area and admired the cathedral and it's surrounding buildings.  We were done for the day and spent the rest of evening digesting!

The Museo Nacional de Anthroplogia was our activity the next day.  It was very near our neighborhood and situated in the Bosque de Chapultapec or as I referred to it, the Central Park of Mexico City.  You can spend an entire day in that park!  Between the museum, the castle, the walking paths, paddle boats, hundreds of street vendors and restaurants, the area is worth at least a day of your time if you visit!  The museum was a walk through history from 10,000 BC to the early 1900's.  Too much to cover on this amateur blog but absolutely worth a visit.  The castle is at the very top of grasshopper hill (they really like grasshoppers here!) and has a view worth the climb.  Considering Mexico City is at 7,300 ft. what is another 2 or 300  ft?  We huffed and puffed our way to the top and the castle and view were worth the climb.
The "lungs" of Mexico City, working hard so you can breathe!

After an afternoon of culture and history not to mention altitude and low humidity, we were thirsty!  We found yet another roof top bar for a happy hour treat.  This time it was near what will be referred to as the Katniss Everdeen fountain.
My name is Diana, not Katniss!
No wimpy drinks here!
Our final day was spent exploring the pyramids of Teotihaucan.  My body was only beginning to adjust to the altitude.  These pyramids are amazing and the challenge of going to the top was more than I could bear so to the top we went.  I didn't feel too bad when everyone was stopping at each level to catch their breath.  7,300 ft. is no joke!  I really did not expect the altitude to be so noticeable but it took it's toll on my lungs!  The view from the top was cool and the fact that they even exist is even cooler.  The Pyramid of the Sun is the larger one but the view from the Pyramid of the Moon is nicer if you ask me.  The steps to the top of the Moon are also each at least a foot and a half high, talk about a challenge.

All the way to the tip top of the Sun!
Kelly considering whether we really need to do 2 pyramids in one day....

Yes!  We do!  To the Moon!
We decided to be adventurous on our way back to the city and took the bus.  Seemed easy enough, there was a stop at the pyramids and several other people got on the bus with us back to Mexico City.  Our first stop was in a small town and 2 police climbed onto the bus and walked the aisle, checking out each person.  They were followed by a man with a video camera who recorded each passenger and then proceeded to record each person who boarded the bus.  I am not sure whether I felt more or less secure after this.  One thing for sure, even though I was hot and tired, I did not close my eyes to rest on the ride back.  We arrived at the chaotic bus station, found a ramshackle taxi and arrived safely in our cozy, cute neighborhood!  We had a very typical Mexican lunch of tacos and beer.  Kelly then stated that she could  just sit there all afternoon and drink beer!  It seems so long ago, already!

You gotta love a place that serves 7 different kinds of salsa with their chips!
Mexico City... where the dollar goes a long way, the food is great, the history is interesting, the air is thin, you can't drink the water, the traffic is epic, and there is never a lack of things to see or do, and alas...no rest for the weary!
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