The Northeast Adventure of the Tres Amigos

What started just  a casual conversation amongst my work friends became a serious venture a couple of months ago when Casey, one of my work homies who has never been to Boston booked her flight. I followed suit. Then Julie did the same. So two weeks ago for five days, we all flew to Beantown on two separate flights. Julie took off first as she was on an earlier and different flight. Casey and I took the same flight but different seats.

Top: Casey on the plane to Boston; the three of us the the lobby of Omni Parker

Bottom: cannoli from Mike’s Pastry; Lobster Roll from Boston Chowdah

Julie said she’s visited Boston before. I lived in Massachusetts for years and Boston is my backyard so I am no stranger to this town.  But witnessing Casey’s  excitement seeing  Boston for the first time is priceless- a genuine feeling I must say. When we landed at Logan airport, Julie already got the rental car and picked us up and the northeast adventure of the tres amigos began.

Casey’s smiles and giggles continued while in the car as we drove towards downtown. Her reactions and her fascination about my great city was infectious so Julie and I pretty much tagged along. A short drive brought us to Omni Parker House Hotel and checked in.  In retrospect, I have lived in Massachusetts for many years but never had checked in at Omni, there’s just always different choices. It did not disappoint; we have almost the top floor with the view of the city hall. While pointing out, I told both of them that this is where the mighty teams of Boston parade when they win championships; or sometimes a big celebration like Pride. A very good choice of the hotel by Casey- for its location and its historical significance as she’d keep on talking about JFK and Jackie O. had stayed here.

The adventure of the tres amigos began at the Freedom Trail.

We rested  and refreshed for a little bit and then headed out to start the first on our itinerary- to walk the Freedom Trail. We started with King’s. Chapel Burying Ground across from our hotel.  Here lays prominent people of the state of Massachusetts such the likes of John Winthrop (first governor of Massachusetts), Mary Chilton (first European woman to step ashore New England), pilgrims and revolutionary heroes. Then the Boston City Hall to Faneuil Hall and crossed to Quincy Market.  By the entrance, we had a glimpse of the street performers who was putting on a show. We were all hungry so we went inside and grabbed lunch. Sitting at the dome, the center of the market, I introduced both of them to the real New England lobstah  and Chowdah.  I think they both liked that.😊

After that mouth-watering lunch, we proceeded walking following the trail to North End. We went inside Paul Revere House, now a museum that showcases the early life of the revolutionary hero as a silversmith.  Then we walked again. Both instagram (Casey insisted) and Bob told us to get the cannoli at the famous Mike’s Pastries. So we did; we only bought one and shared amongst us by the side of the Paul Revere statue behind the North End Church. And then more walk. As we crossed over Charlestown Bridge, I pointed the TD Garden- the home of the Boston Bruins and Boston Celtics and the Zakim Bridge on the other side.

Left: The North End Church;

Top-Bottom: statue of Paul Revere with the North End church behind; the Paul Revere House; TD Garden

From afar I saw the Bunker Hill monument wrapped with scaffoldings and obviously was under repair but walked towards it. My disappointment quickly went away when we found that it remains open. When the staff asked if we want to climb the tower, I immediately said, “Yes!” Julie was hesitant to go up because she doesn’t do good with the stairs but Casey and I convinced her anyway.  After 294 steps, all three of us along with other tourists, were able to see the city of Boston from the small rectangular peepholes. I just wished it has more open space, clearer windows, sunnier day for us to appreciate the view more. The going down was more challenging to Julie than the going up. We took our time. Casey who bolted down so fast, already rested as she sat outside waiting for us.

Our last stop walking the Freedom Trail was the USS Constitution.  The last time I was here was in 2009 with Bob and my sister during her first visit to Boston. As I reminisce, I was also showing our photos to Casey back then.  While Julie decided to go to the museum, Casey and I explored the decks of this mighty vessel that weathered the War of 1812. When we’re done, we walked the Navy Yard and met with Julie at the museum shop.

We finished our tour of the Freedom Trail walk by grabbing a drink and sitting at the open space of the Anchor enjoying our trip and the view of the Boston skyline. After that, we took the ferry to the wharf and walk our way back to the hotel and rest for couple of hours.

dinner at Earl’s Rooftop Bar with my homies.

It was a damp night. It was Day 1 of our adventure and it is not over yet. I have told both my homies that we will have a nice dinner somewhere in Newbury Street- a swanky neighborhood in Boston, equivalent to 5th Ave of New York or Rodeo Drive in LA.  While walking to Newbury St and admiring town, the rain poured.  We sought shelter at Westin at Copley Square but ended walking the street again until we finally find the foot bridge that connects to Prudential to avoid being more soaked. Casey wasn’t happy. LOL.  Our initial plan to eat somewhere in Newbury was scratched off because of the rain, we looked at Eataly inside the Pru but it was too casual. Roaming around, we found Earls’ Rooftop Bar and so we decided to go and have our Italian dinner here instead. Dinner was spent talking about this trip- how fun it has turned out so far and how satisfied all three of us as we have seen so much considering it’s just the first day.

When it was over, we decided to walk back to the hotel as we enjoy the town. We stopped by at Beantown Pub to have a beer but Casey decided to walk back to the hotel instead as she is already tired. I can’t blame her, we walked a total of almost 12 miles. What a day that was!.

Our upscale dinner the night before was followed by another boujee breakfast on our second day as we have one at Parker’s Pub before checking out.  Casey had this idea, she wanted to know were Jackie O. sat during her date with the late JFK and our server did not disappoint her. We learned it was Table #40 and everyone was happy.😉

L- Head of the Charles Regatta Competition at Charles River;

R- The three of us at John Harvard’s statue in Harvard University

After we checked out we headed to Fenway Park- the home of the Boston Red Sox. Too bad that we only got to see the outside.  There was no tour of the field as there was a memorial happening inside and the entrances are heavily secured. Even then we all had a great time.

The sky was dark with a bit of rain shower on and off on our way to Harvard University. I noticed that Charles River have spectators; then I realized it was the Head of the Charles weekend.  We stopped and watched the yearly regatta competition. When the rain started to pick up, we made our way to Harvard University.  But it was cut short because the rain poured so hard. We got our pictures taken of John Harvard though.

Off to New Hampshire.

I was amazed how Julie navigated Boston traffic. We didn’t have so many crazy turns and one ways in Deland like Boston has; nor we have to switch drivers. She is able to bring all of us safely  outside the city off to New Hampshire for leaf peeping.  The fun part of our drive up north was stopping multiple times. The first one was at the welcome center in Salem, NH- had a photo op with the welcome sign (a Julie’s idea). Then we stopped at Market Basket for lunch. I bought my steamed lobstah- that later I ate in the carh.😂

Top: the view of Lake Winnipesauke in the town of Wolfeboro; one of the cascading falls at Diana’s Bath;

Bottom: The Saco Covered Bridge; the view of foliage in the White Mountains during train ride;

Along the way we stopped at Lake Winnipesaukee; in the town of Wolfeboro.  Not what I have envisioned for a scenic foliage due to the rain, but the colors were still up there. With our umbrella and rain coats we stopped for our photo op. Then drove again. It took us forever to get to our hotel in North Conway.  It seemed that we have been driving all day, not to mention the less road travelled Google map brought us to.

After we have checked in we went to Muddy Moose for dinner.  Bob and I dined here before and he recommended for us to go here too. After a nice dinner we went back to the room and called it a night. Day 3 is another day.

For some reason all three of us woke up early.  As I looked outside, I appreciated the beauty of the mountain we’re staying at. Colors are at their peak. It was still overcast but glad there wasn’t any rain like yesterday. Not just yet. We went down to have our breakfast then got ready after for our day adventure.

The steam train we rode stopped in Crawford, NH ; Top: photo-op before the train left;

Bottom: myself and Casey, like kids in a candy store admiring the beauty of White Mountains

Our scenic train ride was not until 1130AM and we have ample time to spend.  Casey was Instagram researching the night before so we decided to check out two locations she suggested- Diana’s Bath and Cathedral Ledge; both in Bartlett, a neighboring town.  We followed a trail to Diana’s bath. A combination of walking and a short hike brought us to a nice series of water falls.  We stayed here for a bit to both enjoy the scenery and take photos. Then off to Cathedral Ledge.

The drive up to Cathedral Ledge reminded me of driving Mt. Wachusett in Princeton, MA. Winding and enjoyable. Up the summit we were rewarded with a panoramic foliage view overlooking the white mountains. It’s so pretty up here! Our hearts were full.

The Conway scenic train was the highlight of our third day. A five hour ride at the white mountains- from North Conway to Crawford- such a spectacular experience; like a kid in a candy store. Most of the ride was raining and it was cold but the beauty of the mountains was just pure, and simply amazing. Bob and I have driven the white mountains many times, but this experience my friends and I was extra ordinaire.  The five hour train ride made us so hungry and tired. When we got off, we had dinner at Red Parka Pub.  After that, we settled back in the hotel and called the night off.

The scenic Kancamangus Highway in New Hampshire

Monday, our fourth day we had flexible schedule. What originally intended a ride to Flume Gorge turned out to be just a hop on hop off on our own terms. Julie may not be fond of it (she’s behind the wheels), but we did it anyway.  We first stopped at Echo Lake. Peaceful and serene, I took my camera out to do some long exposure while I let the two do their own things. It has a beautiful facade of the Cathedral Ledge that we enjoyed briefly until other tourists came. This reminded me of the Hathaway’s Pond in Cape Cod. Then we drove back to Main Street for the last time to buy our souvenirs.

The next hours were spent driving by the Kancamangus Highway.  I could say that this was the best ride I have of the scenic Kancamangus.  From North Conway to Lincoln, it was a  feast to the eyes.  Our first stop was Saco River Covered Bridge.  It took me a while to come back since I was photographing and I got scolded by consuming so much time from doing so😂. Then some more photos to the Swift River, but this time short and within the five minute grace period Julie had given me😂😂. Next was the Rocky Gorge; a scenic area with a foot bridge over the gorge which overlooks where Swift River narrows as it cascades to the gorge. Then to Sabaday Falls- another beautiful falls that I regretted not setting up my camera; I am glad I still have decent battery in my phone. The rest of the day are just basically driving and admiring the sceneries alongside the road.  Then it sank in, we were no longer in New Hampshire.

stolen shot of my homies in one of our walks in Lincoln, NH.

The last remaining hours we have on Monday was spent mainly at the hotel premise which overlooks the financial district of Boston. We were by the harbor. Once again, Julie and I both gave Casey a credit for booking this Hyatt Hotel. Top floor, harbor view, perfection! It was just so mesmerizing that we never left the room after we put down our luggages- we’re  just there watching the sun set. It was  mesmerizing that all three of us was recording it in our phone in time lapse. Once the sun was gone, we decided to get and eat our dinner- another boujee New England one for the last time.

our last night in Boston Harbor, I took advantage of our location and sneaked out to take this beautiful photo of Boston’s financial district.

and just like that, we ended our trip in my driveway with a group hug! ❤️❤️❤️

Iceland: Our Search For The Northern Lights

Our search for the northern lights began Monday the 25th of September.  Our original plan of spending time in Cape Cod before we fly to  Iceland had to be modified due to some changes beyond our control. We left the house (after fixing a minor mishaft with our hotel in Hella) early morning in Orlando to take our flight to Philadelphia to Boston to catch our transatlantic flight to Reykjavik. We could have taken a direct flight from Orlando, but we made arrangements to this trip attached to our original plan, and to majorly change our flight itinerary will cost us another fortune since we already spent some with the minor ones we did. None the less, I am grateful that Iceland is finally happening after years of putting it off our plans.

View of Reykjavik from Hallgrimskirkja.

The flight from Boston to Reykjavik was short and uneventful (thank God!). We boarded at night time, and took off. Next that I knew we already landed. We arrived around 530AM.  After all the standard immigration and other airport protocols, we walked outside to pick our car rental. Boy that was cold! It was only in the 50s but felt on low 40s for me.  It was raining, cold and damp and still dark as Bob started driving. The sceneries became more visible when it started to get light.

It took us close to an hour (about 30miles) from the airport to the old city of Reykjavik because of the morning rush.  Our first stop was the church of Hallgrimskirkja- a lutheran church and also an iconic landmark in Iceland.  We thought of seeking shelter inside for a while since it was raining, but it was off limits since a funeral was being held; so we just braved the rain and continued taking pictures of the outside premise.  Outside the church erects the statue of Leif Erikkson- a hero in Iceland and I am a fan. If you watch the Vikings Valhalla you will understand. Then we drove around the city trying to kill time. We found a nice path in Orfirsey and walked with the view of the harbor. Then drove again. Still in the city, we drove by Lake Tjornin. This is a quaint area in old Reykjavik; we noticed the Frikirkjan- another church with green roof that faces the lake where swans and geese were swimming and resting and being fed by tourists. Again, took some pictures and finally headed to one of our official destinations.

Bob and I enjoying the hot springs of Blue Lagoon in Grindavik.

Blue Lagoon. It was a scenic hour drive to  Grindavik- so much sceneries that our eyes could absorb. It was too bad that it was overcast.  Nonetheless, we made a couple of stops along the way to just absorb the landscape. After that hour drive, we finally arrived in Blue Lagoon. This was a new experience for us. Yes, back in the Philippines we have springs; and they are warm too; but Iceland’s Blue Lagoon is another level. The experience was totally different- from prepping to finally stepping into the water and just enjoying its hot springs while the outside temperature is cool; first class I would describe it. We stayed here for 2 hours sipping our drink and basking in the warm water in a cold weather. As we hit the road and another two hours of scenic drive to Hella, we finally got to Stracta Hotel, our home for the next three nights.

The following two days were spent into exploring south Iceland and the Golden Ring.  We concentrated between Hella and Vik.  Among the highlights of our sight-seeings were:

Water falls. It felt like we were chasing waterfalls all the time.  On our drive to Skogafoss (the official falls in our itinerary to see), we hit by chance Seljalandsfoss.  It was very visible from the road when we were driving- and since we are passing by it, we decided to check it out and glad we did. It is listed as one of the “must-see.” People are lined up to climb and walk; we didn’t realize that you could walk underneath it. It was cold, but refreshing; It was an enjoyable experience.

We drove to the second waterfalls- Skogafoss. This one is as spectacular as the first falls but different in a way.  At 60meter high you can see it from the farthest space in the parking lot. It has a viewing platform on the top that we climbed. It is about 527 steps to ascend. Bob and I took our time so we won’t get short of breath like when we climbed Nevada falls in Yosemite.  We were also careful heading down; though the steps here are wider and safer than when we climbed down the Mayan temple in Coba, Mexico.  While on top, we walked little further and saw another falls- Hestavaosfoss.  This one is small. We met a woman that told us to walk farther, and there are more falls.  Bob and I didn’t really want to push it and just decided to descend from the the view point to see the massive falls on the the ground.  Skogafoss was stunning and very strong. There was a full rainbow formed from its mists when that short glimpse of sun came out. It was a nice thing to see!

By Day 3 we have seen a couple more.  Oxararfoss which is actually inside the Tingvellir National Park; about a mile from the entrance. This one is not as grand as the previous two; more similar to Skogafoss but a smaller scale. The grandest of them all, is Gullfoss in Haukadalur Valley, still within the Golden Circle. This reminded me of Niagara Falls- a mini version. Wider than any of the water falls we’ve seen here, and Its current is so powerful. It was worth the walking and climbing up and down the stairs to see its grand.

It was fun to experience walking underneath Seljalandsfoss. Refreshing.

Reyniskirkja. The church we found by chance.

The Churches.  Iceland is also famous for its beautiful churches. On those days we were in the southwest coast, we were able to see few of the beautiful ones:

1. Hallgrimskirkja. Probably The most iconic. Located in Reykjavik, this Lutheran church is the highest building in the old city.

2. Frikirkjan. also in Reykjavik, a smaller one that faces Lake Tjornin.

3. Vakurkirkja. This church in Vik is the most captivating one. It is a simple structure in its sense, but the way it is situated- on top of the hill with the scenic view of the Black Sand Beach. We climbed up the hill and there’s the birds eye view. Majestic!

4. Reyniskirkja. This we found by chance; while we were driving to find dinner. Still in a desolate town of Vik, this one is similar to Vakurkirkja, it faces the Black Sand Beach.

5. Pingvallakirkja. This one is found inside the Thingvellir National Park. Has multicolor paints. I enjoyed it the most from the observation deck.

6. Selfosskirkja. Like Reyniskirkja, we found this one as we were driving in Selfoss. Most modern among the smaller churches I must say, but its structure is quite unique too.

The DC Plane Wreck.  On our drive to the Black Sand Beach, we saw a bunch of cars pulling over to a huge parking lot and people were walking away to a distance. Brought by our curiosity, we pulled into the parking lot as well. Then we found the sign about the abandoned DC Plane. It is 4 miles, about 3-4hrs walk both ways to the wreckage. Bob and I looked at each other and decided to go and see.  A little bit of information why this becomes a destination spot for travelers to iceland:  this is a US Navy DC plane that ran out of fuel and crashed on the black beach in Solheimasandur in 1973. Fortunately everyone on that plane survived. The wreckage remained in the black sand and became a famous tourist trap since.

This is the majestic rock formations at the Black Sand Beach in Vikurfjara.

The Black Sand Beach. The black sand beaches are one of a kind; the first I saw in my lifetime.  We went to two beaches: Vikurfjara and Reynisfjara; both were about 20 minutes apart from each other. Both, derived from their names black sand beaches, have black sands and tiny pebbles on the the shore.  Quite unique.  There were rock formations on both. The mountain in Reynisfjara that tourists (like us) take photos of, has a structure that resembles cylindrical/rectangular prisms connected to each other. Quite unique. I also wondered if people sunbathe and swim here in the summer as the waves and rip curls were  too strong.

Thingvellir National Park. This is a site of historical, cultural, and geological significance, and is one of the most popular tourist destinations in Iceland. The park lies in a rift valley that marks the crest of the Mid-Atlantic Ridge and the boundary between the North American and Eurasian tectonic plates.  This is the only place in the world where you can stand between these two continental plates.  Its geological landscape changes every year (wikipedia). If you love your geology, this is the place to be!

The view of Thingvellir National Park from the view deck.

Though Bob and I were tired from the previous walk to the DC wreckage, we braved yet again another 2 to 3 hours of walk around this one majestic national park. From the observation deck to going back to the entrance/exit area, the park offered so much natural beauty to see. Its landscape somehow remind me of the other national park we visited in Patagonia.  It was nice that the colors of some of the plants are turning to fall colors too.

Strokkur Geyser on one of its eruptions.

Strokkur Geyser. As we drove and completed our drive around the golden circle, we made our final stop at the highly active geysir, hot spring area. Among the most famous and the favorite ones is the Strokkur Geyser.  It erupts every 6 to 10 minutes at a height of 10-20 meters. If you stay long enough to watch it explode, you’ll find yourself hooked into it until the next explosion. Fun stuff. After about 30 minutes witnessing this natural phenomenon, we decided to head back to our car to start heading back to our hotel.

The fifth and last full day we drove back to Reykjavik. Strolled once again the old town.  It wasn’t raining then so we had better opportunity to see the inside of Hallgrimskirkja, went up the tower and see the 360 view of the city. We also checked out the Rainbow Street (which I think was a hype),  the Sun Voyager, and a bit of souvenir shopping and lunch. After that we headed to our hotel and rest.

Our fourth and fifth night both in Hella and Reykjavik, the sky was more promising.  They are blue and clearer than the first three.  On both nights, we thought this would be the night to see the elusive aurora, but the northern lights remained aloof. I knew at this point, I will not see her  this visit; but leaves me the hope to see her one night at another time I guess. No, we didn’t see the northern lights, but we have seen so many great places as trade offs. A trip that almost never happened, but will be happy to come back.

On our last night at Stracta Hotel in Hella, I was awarded with a beautiful Icelandic sunset.❤️

An Affair to Remember: Our Vow Renewal After 10 Years of Being Married

10 months ago, while Bob and I were having dinner, he asked me an out of the blue question, “What would you like to do on our 10th year wedding anniversary?” At that time, we just got back from our trip from Yosemite and San Francisco for our ninth year wedding anniversary get away and we were just about to embark a major journey to Patagonia in three months. My initial answer to the question was to celebrate it with close friends and family in some sort of a renewal of vow- here in Florida.  That was my initial thought. But Bob has a better idea: a vow renewal yet similar to a destination wedding.  Working on logistics, we wanted our immediate families and close friends to be there.  Most of my family live in Europe (with six in Ireland including my nephews+girlfriends); Bob’s closest friend Bernard (and Bea) is also in France. We always wanted to go back to Ireland and so we came up with a vacation destination for our vow renewal- in Dublin. In a castle. When we finally decided which castle the venue would be, Bob worked rigorously on its availability, accommodations, and food. He did mostly the ground works while from time to time I would pitch in ideas.

Bob and I on our big day with Barberstown Castle at the backdraft. Kildare, Ireland, June 2023.

The entire Vow Renewal Crew in Barberstown Castle, Kildare, Ireland.

The next question was- who we will invite? When we sent our official invitation in September, the list of possible attendees was consisted of our immediate families and our circle of friends- some were there during our wedding in 2013, and some new friends we know after. Our initial list of over a hundred guests were trimmed to thirty two after we finalized the number of attendees in early April. We were very excited!

We arrived in Dublin four days before our big day. And I know for a fact that, some of our friends are either on their way as well or already exploring other parts of  Europe or Ireland.  Bob and I chose to be in the low key and decided to spend it with my sister and her family as we waited for my other sister to arrive from Amsterdam later that night. The first day was wonderful; the trip to Powerscourt Estate in county Wicklow was the highlight. On the next day, we had a trip to Guinness Brewery which I thought we enjoyed the most. The day before the wedding, Wednesday, we supposed to see a concert of Depeche Mode in Malahide Castle, but opted to stay since we were both tired and the jetlag was settling in; we met some friends who were staying in the hotel already instead. 🙂

We wanted our big day to be as relax as possible.  During our wedding  in 2013, I remember how much exhausted I was during our photoshoot.  Bob and I decided that we will not repeat the same experience this time.  So on the day of our wedding, after we (with some guests available) visited the Irish National Stud and Gardens in Kildare that morning, we relaxed at our room in the castle until the time to get ready came. Phil, our photographer timely arrived as well and started taking our pictures as we dress up. In retrospect, I was curious how the photos will look like, and it turned out to be great (obviously) as we are now looking at them.

Processional entry to the castle. The first time we were seen by our families and friends.

Our ceremony was set to start at 5PM.  With ample time, we got to have more photoshoots at the castle grounds while our guests gathered in the Castle-Keep Room. And when the time came; Phil signaled us to walk in for the procession- the sign that the ceremony is officially started. With a short walk path, it came too fast; all I remember were:  Somewhere Over the Rainbow song by IZ was being played (same song we had on our wedding 10 years ago); our guests were either smiling, clapping, and gasping in awe- all those sounds registered in my mind and as I looked around, I was delighted to see that all seemed happy and enjoying the occasion so far.

Saying my vow…

In our wedding in 2013, we didn’t write our vows- we have chosen a marital script that were fitting for our relationship. There were readings that our good friends read us. Though that were nice and genuine and memorable too, Bob and I decided to write our own vows this time and read it to each other and amongst our families and friends. They were heartfelt and almost brought me into tears (I think I may have had).

Jun’s Vow:

Many years ago, I wasn’t expecting that a guy, a very descent, intelligent, down to earth, kind and loving man would respond to an ad I posted online. 

 It was a long, enduring and yet worthwhile of a journey since that post, because seven years later, in 2013- we got married.

 I couldn’t believe that was ten years ago; and here we are now renewing our vows witness by the presence of our dear families and friends. The past ten years have been great life experience I share with you and with our fur babies. From the simple joys of walking at the park with them to exploring places we have never been like Patagonia, I am very thankful that I chose to share my life with you.

 Our wedding was one of the most beautiful, and unforgettable time of my life.  But truly, every day is as beautiful; and they are moments to cherish because I married you, my only love, my soulmate and my best friend. I wouldn’t change a thing from 10 years ago and looking forward to more years to spend with you. I LOVE YOU and Happy 10 years to us!

Bob saying his vow…

Bob’s Vow:

Since that wonderful day at Harding Allen Estate in Barre, MA, these 10 years have been the happiest of my life. I have been enriched by learning from you how to not to sweat the little things- or the big things for that matter. I have learned from you that unconditional true love is a partner to share the joys of laughter, the challenges of adversity, but most of all is always there for you. I vow to bring more laughter and joy into your life; i vow to always be by your side no matter what; and I pledge my love and fidelity to you. Thank you for ten wonderful , loving, joyful years I am nothing without you; I am everything with you. You are the fabric of my being. I love you to the moon and back, always.❤️

Once we’re done with the officiation, we headed to the bar for cocktails and canapés were served. Unlike during our wedding where we didn’t have the memory of how was our hors d'oeuvres as we were consumed by photoshoot, this time we have plenty of time mingling and chatting with our families and friends and drinking cocktails and Guinness while candid photoshoot was taking place. It was informal but very relaxing gathering that Bob and I enjoyed.

the toast.

Then dinner came.  I must admit, when Bob and I were going through the selections of menus we were deciding, I knew then that it will be delicious.  But what I remembered as I sat down and my selections were served in front of me, the plating was so beautiful that I don’t want to eat them.  As I looked around that moment, pretty much all the guests are as delighted as we were.

Bob took the floor for the toast.  It was also an opportunity to thank everyone for coming all the way from different parts of the globe and celebrated with us. Guests like Mike, our friend from Massachusetts, and Maureen our friend from Connecticut gave their speeches as well. We all thank them for their presence and their kind words.

dancing the night away…

The rest of the celebration was consumed by non-stop dancing; I remember how energized I was in every song that comes out of our playlist.  It was also fun to see my sisters’ dance moves on the floor, Bob and Rebecca dancing groovy as well as the others. The best part was the line dance while the song “Dancing Queen” was playing. Looking through the pictures, Phil captured the genuine happiness from us and from each of our families and friends’ faces. It was indeed an affair to remember. ❤️

Happy 10th Year Anniversary to Us!

US Virgin Islands: A Tropic Paradiso

We are celebrating Bob’s birthday. It started on Thursday April 13th, when we made a short trip to St Leo Abbey in Pasco County. Bob and I attended the vespers rendered by the Benedictine monks and the regular mass the following day. We also took a short walk in River Rapids Trail at Hillsboro State Park at Zepyrhills, Florida. It was a short meaningful (and spiritual) Trip.  On the day of his actual birthday, I didn’t work and just spent the day with him opening his gift and his birthday cards with me and the fur kids with him.

This year, for our yearly birthday get away, we headed to the Caribbean’s tropical paradise. Our first trip to St. Thomas/St. John US Virgin Islands. The night before our flight we stayed in Orlando so we didn’t have to wake up super early for a 645AM departure. The flight from Orlando to Miami was smooth; at one point I thought that we will never make it as the line at TSA was long and we were crunch of time. But of course, my worries were invalidated as we were at the gate 10 minutes of the boarding time.

the view of St. John, USVI from our deck at Westin St. John Resorts

At Miami, the St Thomas flight was delayed. Bob and I kinda knew it as there was no plane at the gate when on the monitor its only 11 minutes before boarding. By the time it came, and off loaded the passengers and boarding us, and staying significant time at the runway, it was more than an hour. But after 2hr and 40mins up in the air, we landed at St Thomas. Its been a while since I experienced deplaning at the tarmac, so its kinda like cool walking to the gate. Reminds me of the local flights in small airports in the Philippines and Costa Rica.

Surprisingly, there is a Westin St John kiosk at the airport, where then we confirmed our villa reservations and our ferry ride.  A private limousine van took us to Red Hook, where the port to St John is located. It took us 45 minutes to get there. The fun part of the ride was the long winding roads and very steep switch backs! It was like being in a roller coaster ride at Disney. Oddly enough, the driver seems pretty used to it and was never bothered. Cheap thrill I may say.

The fifteen minute ferry ride to Westin St John Villas wasn’t bad. It wasn’t a bumpy ride either. The Caribbean waters amaze me- always green and pristine.  It took us a short 15 minutes until we set foot to Westin’s private dock; saves us the usual hustle of  off loading. They have free Cruzan drinks by the way.

Once we got to our room and checked in, we refreshed ourselves, rested for a bit and headed to Lemon Grass-one of the restaurants in the property for our dinner.  It was a Caribbean dinner buffet and I gorged myself with double servings of seafood paella, grilled mahi-mahi, BBQs and ceviches as Bob had some of them too. We enjoyed our dinner with white wine and with the beautiful live music of Caribbean beat. Then we headed back to our room after.

Day 2.

I have always been an early riser, so while Bob was still in his sleep with no dogs fighting on a king bed, I took the courage to jog in the steep hill. It was actually a good work out. When I returned, Bob was already having his coffee and so I joined him.

With a flexible agenda, we decided to do a bit of hiking. We chose Caneel Hill which trail starts by the town.  It was a little over an hour of a hike to the overlook.  On top you can see the south of St John. It was beautiful and panoramic. The color of the water is just magnificent, even from 700ft up view. We stayed on top for about 20minutes and began our descend. We were debating wether to complete the loop for another mile and a half to exit on the other side of the trail, or just go back to the same trail- in the end we decided to choose the same trail as we climb up.

The pristine, Turquoise water of Hawk’s Nest Beach at Caneel Bay, St. John’s, USVI.

One thing that caught me off guard here in USVI is the price of the taxi. For reference, the taxi is similar to the jeepneys we have in the Philippines, but charges an enormous dollars per person; Say a 3 mile single trip from point A to point B is averaging to about $10. I should have known when I paid $14 to a smoothie equivalent to a Slurpee from 7/11 that costs a couple of dollars. I just shook my head.😂

my favorite photo while aboard the sail boat waiting for the sunset behind us.

So we took the taxi from the town to one of the most beautiful beaches I have seen- the Hawk’s Nest Beach by Caneel Bay. Here I enjoyed swimming the most- calm, Turquoise and clear water. It was cool and refreshing. I could really get used to this. While resting, we looked into our map of where to go next and found a spot with an over look not far from the beach so we decided to walk up. The hill that overlooks Hawk’s Nest Beach was equally mesmerizing.  As we walk further, we discovered Peace Hill- another spot where you can see a 360 view of the bay and the other small islands.  Peace Hill is an old windmill site.  After sometime in this area, we headed back to Cruz bay-the main town, and ate lunch and then went back to our room to rest.

Later that afternoon, we took a sail boat to watch the sunset.  Bob has the habit of coming up with surprises, and even though this is partly a celebration of his birthday, he is the one that ends up surprising me.  That evening we sailed into the sunset while sipping unlimited champagne, drinking local beers, eating hors d’oeuvres (including caprese mozzarella cheeseballs, ceviches, corn dips and chips and sliders) aboard a 55-foot catamaran in Great Cruz Bay in the Caribbean with the best partner in the whole-wide world.  This was such an experience; we returned and ended our night  with our hearts being full.

sunset on board the 55-foot catamaran at Cruz Bay in the Caribbean islands of USVI.

Day 3.

the view of the south side of St John atop Windmill Bar. USVI.

I woke up early on our third day at the island still ecstatic with our experience the previous night.  I decided to go out and wait for the sunrise as I took pictures of the shore. Once done, I headed back to our room and joined Bob with his coffee again. Then we both prepared for our appointment.

After our meeting with ownership updates, Bob and I went to Windmill Bar in Cruz bay for lunch.  Again, the ride to the top- with all the switch backs; Bob and I would just look at each other as if we’re on a roller coaster ride. Up the Windmill Bar was equally beautiful also . With the cloudless sky, you can see a clear view of the smaller islands of the Virgin Islands.  It’s hot and we’re sweating! But there was little breeze to ease that out.  We took our time with our lunch as we enjoy our landscape. When we were finally done, we headed our way and took the taxi to Honeymoon Beach located at Caneel Bay.

Honeymoon Beach, unlike the ones we have at the Villa and Hawks’ Nest Beach, is a popular one.  It was almost 4pm when we arrived and the place was still relatively packed.  Since the last shuttle leaves at 5PM, Bob and I only stayed there for 30 minutes to enjoy the water and the sun. Then we waited for the shuttle to take us back to the entrance and hopped on another one to bring us to our resort.  That night, we decided to just eat at the resort restaurant and called the night.

Day 4.

the shopping street at Charlotte-Amali in St Thomas, USVI. The beautiful doors are the best part for me.

Oh Man!!! This was our fourth day! The day we planned to explore St Thomas. This was our last full day here at St John, and as we woke up- we just chill while drinking coffee as our Ferry to St Thomas doesn’t leave until 10AM.

From the ferry station at St Thomas, it was about 40 minutes to the shopping malls. We were dropped off around 1045 and have to be back at the same place by 3PM.  Bob and I decided to head to Glady’s Cafe- the restaurant the concierge from Westin recommended.  I had a flavorful Caribbean dish of Curry Goat 😊 and banana daiquiri. It was actually turned a great meal. Once done, we navigated the streets of Charlotte-Amali. For those who know me, I have fascinations to old doors, and this place did not disappoint.  AS we walk at the old streets, all I see are big wooden doors of European influence attached to the old buildings.  Some are painted, some maintained their rustic, original coats.  Oh I’m in heaven! We walk few more places and was hoping the church of St Peter & Paul was open (but it wasn’t) until we decided to start getting our souvenir shirts and ornaments at the different stores at the strip. The heat was also too excruciating that we decided to just find a place to kill time until our shuttle arrived.  When we finally got back to the resort, we took one more plunge at the beach… The last of our Caribbean experience until next time.

VANCOUVER: I SMILE EVEN WHEN IT RAINS

My obligatory photo at a Canadian sign in Victoria, BC

Two weeks ago, after four days of long and daunting time at work, I started my 6-day trip to Vancouver. I knew I was lacking sleep, and still tired from the days I worked, but I looked forward to this trip for the reason that, I am eager to see Remy; my very dear friend in Connecticut that moved to Canada in 2013. Another reason is that, I am also excited to explore Vancouver. They say it is wonderful.

My flight from Orlando to Dallas was an early flight. I had to wake up at 230AM as my flight leaves at 530AM. With the unpredictability of the airport lines at TSA, I had my friend Bhin brought me to the airport instead of Bob and left early. It was a smooth three-hour flight. Dallas was cloudy and overcast. Little that I know, this was also my preparatory to Vancouver weather 😉. The four-hour flight to Vancouver went fast as I slept mostly. The last thing I knew I was already queueing to the Canadian immigration and customs.

As I exited the airport, I finally met Remy once again. As I said, she’s one of my few good friends back when I was still working in Bridgeport. As a new nurse coming from the Philippines in mid 2000s, Remy helped me navigate the challenges of working overseas. She is among the many individuals that made an impact in my nursing career. She’s my house mate, my shopping/outlet buddy, (along with Irna and Ulyn); our “mother away from home” as she gives advice to almost each one of us like our true Moms. She is that one friend that you don’t see often (literally 10 years!), but when you finally reconnect, it all feels like yesterday.

After the meet and greet at the airport with her and his husband Ruel, we left and drove around the city. We were headed for lunch first. While driving, I noticed immediately the strong east Asian presence around; at one point I joked, “are you sure I am in Vancouver and not Seoul?” They both agreed.  As we parked the car, we walked in at Cloud 9- Chinese restaurant. I remembered right away that Chinese cuisine is Remy’s go to food😂. It brings memories of what we were a more than a decade ago- the window (or actual) shopping in the malls and straight to the Chinese food in the food court for a three course tray- good times!

Canada Place, Vancouver BC

Science World and Canada Place.  Once done with lunch, we headed to the city proper. We walked around Science World while waiting for Remy’s daughter Daniela. Science World Vancouver is a nice place, there are so much things to do- I saw group of people playing volleyball, kids at the playground, and rowers and kayakers even its 40degrees! it must be great to be here during summer. This center overlooks the beautiful False Creek. While admiring the sceneries, I am also mentally studying what to do after dusk with my camera. When Daniela arrived, she took us to the commuter train and headed to Canada place.  Walk around a bit more, then to the Korean restaurant to eat dinner.  Yes! this is the second asian place in a span of four hours! By the time we were done, it was past 9PM, (which means midnight in the eastcoast time) and as much as I’d like to stroll more, I was too tired from the past four days of working and my early travel, so we decided to head home and called it a day.

The following day I woke up early since I was in the east coast time. This is my day 2. When I came out of my room, Remy was making breakfast, so I decided to chat with her as she cooks in the kitchen.  After we ate, she and Ruel took me to a tour around their town. Coquitlam  is quite a unique town. It is too big of a town but small enough to be a city if this makes sense. It reminded me of Lake George area in the Adirondacks with the big body of water. We walked at Port Moody Marina. I took the opportunity to take photos of the board walk and the lake.  The forecast was once again cloudy and thirty percent rain, so after a few shots I put away my camera and we headed back to the car and rested at home.

Lunch with Remy’s family.

We planned to go to Sea and Sky Gondola and have a quick hike at Squamish. When Daniela arrived from work, we didn’t waste time and headed out right away. For some reason, as she drove the highway, I felt somehow sick. I felt like someone punched me in the gut and a cold wind blown my face as I feel nauseous.  I asked Daniela to drive in a nearby exit as I needed to get out of the car. I was having a full on “Bridesmaids crisis.”  For those who never seen the movie, what I was referencing and experiencing at that moment was similar to what all the characters were experiencing at the bridal shop after they ate at the Brazilian restaurant. Yes, exactly! Daniela pulled over the side of a busy traffic, there I was vomiting shamelessly, on the side of the road. Probably my most unforgettable experience of Vancouver. 😂

When we arrived at the park, I was too weak to get out.  I didn’t want to ruin the plan; so with all my strength, I got out of the car only to vomit the second time around. I saw the faces of concerns from all three of them. At this point,  I decided to no longer go and ride the Gondola. They wanted to cancel too, but told them to go and I will wait in the car to rest my stomach. I made few trips to the bathroom and a couple more episodes of vomiting while they were gone. When they came back, I was debating to be sent to the ER- I knew then I was suffering from Acute Gastroenteritis. But of course, as any stubborn nurses, I didn’t- because it was Friday and it was the weekend!

We headed back home. Remy, as usual became the mother once again and cooked some hot fish soup while I took a nap. I woke up as she knocked on my room saying that dinner was ready.  I only took a small amount of the broth and stuck with drinking my Gatorade. I stayed for little chats and headed to bed after a while. Tomorrow was another day.

Remy and I at the top of area of Stanley Park overlooking the other side of Vancouver.

Light Point Lighthouse and Stanley Park. When I woke up the following day, as if nothing happened except the fact that I was hungry. I did eat breakfast, but very cautiously as I did not want to experience what happened the previous day again. When we were all set, we headed out. The drive was short this time. The road was winding with beautiful view of course.  Our first destination was the Light Point Park.  No expectations; but when we parked our car, the facade reminded me of one of the hiking areas in Yosemite.  The walk to the lighthouse was a mile, and it was funny to see and hear Remy say that this was her first major hike (laugh out loud!). Her daughter Daniela and husband just both laugh.

The park and the lighthouses were beautiful; just like those in Cape Cod. Too bad that the lighthouse was not accessible like the ones from the Cape. After some personal photo shoots, we walked through the trails that brought us to the beach side where you can see the Vancouver skyscrapers- which by the way, is equally admirable. After about little over an hour of roaming around the park, we decided to drive within the area for lunch. Asian food for lunch? Anyone? Hahaha.  We decided to eat Japanese cuisine (I was still nervous on eating just anything at this time though) and once we’re done, we headed to Stanley Park.

We began our sightseeing on the top.  This time it was overlooking the opposite side of Vancouver (the first area we went to earlier this morning). Vancouver is growing now on me; indeed this is a beautiful city. I can understand now why they say it is wonderful even when it rains a lot. After some time, we headed down the lower part of the park. There we saw the Vancouver Rowing House- which is a Marina that overlooks the tall buildings of Vancouver. I’ve been noticing that there were so many commercial shipping vessels too, then I remembered (as I worked in a forwarding company in early 1990’s) that vancouver is one of the busiest ports in North America. We also saw some totem poles on the other side of the park. Monumental poles commonly seen in the Pacific Northwest. When we were done, we headed to our hotel to check in and put our bags. Then headed to Wooden Fish, a Vietnamese restaurant for dinner (Asian dish again of course!). When we headed back to the hotel, we had one final look of Vancouver at night. 🙂

the marina at Vancouver Rowing house that overlooks the high-rise buildings of Vancouver

We Woke up early on our day 4 as we had a 7AM reservation for the ferry ride to Victoria Island.  As we drove towards Tsawwassen ferry station, we were greeted by a very colorful Vancouver sunrise.  I was hoping that this will be the case throughout our stay in the island, but it wasn’t… Ho-hum. The drive was an hour trip, it gave us ample time to see the fullness of sunrise, have a cup of coffee and just waited until we boarded.  The ferry ride reminded me of when we go for a day trip in Martha’s Vineyard in Massachusetts. I suddenly miss living in Cape Cod. The ride was fascinating. There were little islands on both sides; with houses and no people around (as I didn't see any). Obviously, these must be summer homes.  As we docked and started offloading from the ferry, there I see the uniqueness of  Victoria Island. I am impressed. Vancouver is really wonderful!

The Harley Castle, Victoria BC

Our first stop was Hatley castle.  This architecture is interesting as it is part of the school, the Royal Roads University. On our way inside the premise we saw runners as there was a road race that moment. We were redirected to park our car elsewhere as the lower ground parking was not available. Once again, Remy had a good hike with the steep hill😬. We didn’t get to see the inside as they are only open for tour from late spring to end of summer. The castle ground though was beautiful enough to admire.  It was pretty much a tour only by ourselves as there were no other visitors that flocked the castle.  Perhaps being early, and the rain had helped too. If I was too slow because I take a lot of pictures, I think Daniela broke my record as she spent so much time taking photos of mostly every corner of the castle🤣. At the bottom of the Royal Roads University was a picturesque view of the water.  This is really a beautiful place.

It was almost noontime when we headed to our hotel and checked in. We put our bags down and headed back outside again to eat lunch. Finally, we had Canadian/American Food! When we were done, we walked the quaint Main Street of Victoria, going in and out of every novelty shops while admiring the town. The rain started to pick up once again, and we all got tired so we decided to head back to our hotel and napped and rested. 

Victoria Parliament after sunset. Victoria BC 03/12/2023

When we woke up it was already dark. Remy and her family were reluctant to go out again. But I have a mission- I wanted to photograph the parliament at dark with lights.  While they were deciding what to order for dinner, I went out. As I walked the street of downtown, the rain was pouring too.  I was hoping it would stop totally but it only did briefly.  This was when I took the opportunity to photograph the Victoria Parliament and the other landscapes like the Fairmont Hotel’s reflections by the water. Shortly after, it rained again.  It was then I decided to call it a night and just go back to the hotel to spend time with Remy and her family.

On our last day in Victoria, the sun finally showed up; atleast for couple of hours.  We went to the local diner for breakfast then did the self-guided tour of the inside of the Parliament. It was nice to see what is inside and learn about the Canadian Parliament. The highlight of my day was a photo of myself and the late queen’s portrait ( sadly King Charles is still not in any of the official portraits). After our tour, we went back to the hotel, and completely checked out and started our journey back to Coquitlam.

When we got home it was almost dinner time. I started packing my bags and once done, had a wonderful home-cooked dinner with Remy’s family. I am so happy and blessed to see my friend Remy once again. I am grateful for the warm hospital her entire family showered me during my stay.

I can’t believe that my six day trip to Vancouver went so fast just like that. Although it was mostly wet during the entire time I was here, I still smile even when it rains.

the reflection of the Fairmont Empress Hotel. Victoria BC, Canada 03/12/2023

Bib 128

Today I run my 1st 5K race in years.  Last time I ran a road race for a cause was in 2018 in Yarmouth, Massachusetts- for a young policeman who was killed from serving a warrant to a person that was believed to have violated a probation.  I ran this 5K in support for the great defenders of peace and order.

Today is a bit different. I am running my first ME Strong 5K.  When I thought I have shelved my running days, I have decided late last year to revive it. While I am trying to find a purpose of why I should do it again, I started running a few times a week before I go to work and during my days off.

ME Strong 5K is a popular race here in Deland that inaugurated in 2012 which aims to support friends, families, and community members battling cancer.  I never knew of it until we moved here from Cape Cod in 2019.  I have missed the past three events due to pandemic and I wasn’t at the right frame of mind to run again- at least during those times.  But that changed today.

In early December another good friend of mine is diagnosed with Breast Cancer.  She is among of my many friends that is currently battling this cruel disease.  I already have lost two, a few are survivors; and as of my current count, at least three of my close friends are undergoing treatment.

Today I find the right reason to run a race again; and perhaps in the coming years. This is for the friends and families I lost, who are battling this cruel disease, and most importantly, the ones who survived.❤️🏃🏼

It Can't Rain All The Time

Happy New Year!!!

I woke up this morning no different from any day that I wanted to take photos.  I planned last night that I will atleast go to Daytona Beach to take the first photo of the year.  A nice beautiful sunrise was in my head, without checking what the day would be today. And of course, as I wake up, the sky is blanketed with overcast and thick fog- so no sunrise for me; that prompted me to just call my family in the Philippines.  I promise that I will take a great photo this week to welcome my new year.

I chose to work yesterday- the last day of 2022. When I went to work, I have hoped that my day would be easy; after all, I have the same list of patients I left from the previous day’s assignment.  But at the beginning of the shift, I was greeted with patients that is hypoglycemic (low blood sugar) and one needing an immediate antibiotic infusion with no IV access; and my day snowballed from there.

wisdom from the fortune cookie last night. 12/31/2022

When I got home from the long hard day at work, I tried to eat something for dinner. Not a fancy New Year’s Eve dinner that most people I know were having; just a left over from the day before. After all, I was too tired and drained- and all I want is to shower and just hit the sack or the sofa to be comfortable. After my last bite of my left-over plate, I took a fortune cookie that’s in our bread basket- broke it and read the aphorism written on it:

“It can’t rain all the time.”

That brought smile on my face. I left that piece of paper on the counter and went to watch CNN NYE telecast of the ball drop. The segments in this TV special always make me laugh, so it is safe to say that I headed to bed after midnight with a smile on my face.

This morning as I re-organized my day because of my derailed photoshoot, I came across again with the fortune I had from last night that I left on the counter.  

I try to find the connection of my last night’s fortune to what transpired in my day yesterday and early morning today. Yes, I had a very challenging day yesterday and cloudy morning today- but it wasn’t all about the challenges at all.  During those busy times, I comforted a sobbing daughter of a severely demented patient who’s hip was broken. This change in her mother’s condition leaves her clueless on how she would take caregiving (to a mother who’s physically hurting and suffering from memory loss at the same time) to the next level.  Another time was during shift change, I have to pause from giving report to one of my colleagues as I noticed that she’s in distraught.  Apparently, she is having some personal issues that couldn’t make her concentrate and eventually broke down. I gave her some comforting and tight hugs, and my two cents that somehow calmed and made her felt better.  I reassured her that she is a valued human being before I left.

My fortune cookie was right- It can’t rain all the time.  It is up to me or to us how to find that glimpse of sunshine in the midst of the rain.  

Looking forward to a very exciting 2023!

sunrise at Sanford a couple of days before Christmas Day. The last I took for 2022.

Our Home Away From Home

Westin beach front.

This is our fourth visit to Cancun. At this time we consider this place our second home. We first fall in love in this beautiful paradise in 2015 while trying to get away with the long cold winter of Massachusetts.  Cancun is our home away from home. And while we no longer escape a dreading winter weather,  we now come here to spend the long weekend and relax.

The first time we set foot at Westin Lagunamar, Bob and I were dumbstruck of the turquoise color of the ocean.  The same experience we have all through the years that we have come back. This time though we are not lodged on our home resort; instead we are staying at the Westin Resort and Spa which I believe the first one established than Lagunamar.  They are both nice, though there is wider shore of fine sands to walk on the latter.

1. the newly opened Mexican fusion restaurant- Sonora Grill; 2. Bob surprised by the fireworks before desert; 3. myself enjoying a Chichen-Iza Mezcal drink; 4. our friend JC explaining Mexican food to other owners.

The first two days are basically spent with owners events and updates. The night we arrived we were unexpectedly reunited with our concierge friend JC, who the last time, managed to arrange a great activity for us- wine and food tasting at an upscale Italian restaurant and a quick Mexican cooking lesson at the Ritz-Carlton.  And while this trip was a short notice for him, he’s still able to manage to squeeze us in to the food tasting event at the newly opened Mexican fusion restaurant at Sonora Grill.  I must say personally that this too, was a hit. The food were great, the drinks were phenomenal, and not to mention that we got to see other owners that we had opportunity to exchange travel experiences with.

The following day was a boring, 3 hours owner’s update. This is something we drag attending, but something came out good this time. But this is another story I will tell you some other time.  After this, the rest of the day was ours. We decided to head back to our hotel room after the update ordeal; and rest for a bit then head out and walk the east side of the beach. I am still amaze how beautiful the color of the water is- though I worry that this part of Cancun is not as pristine as the area in Lagunamar (I see more seaweeds and some garbage as we walk; perhaps it has something to do with the inability to bring large equipments-due to lack of shorelines to regularly clean it like I always see every morning in Lagunamar). As we reached the dead end, we headed back to our room and readied for our dinner.

sunset at Navio’s in Lagos del Sol, Cancun.

Navio’s is a restaurant half-mile across Westin. It is situated at Lagos del Sol, the lake side of Cancun which was perfect to see the sunset. I’d say the place is upscale and so it raises the bar of expectations with the food.  Bob and I ordered the pear salad with goat cheese and honey-lemon dressing for our starters. I had grilled octopus and he had the salmon fettuccine for the main. As we enjoyed these mouth-watering food, we both agreed that this meal is as equally superb from the owner’s dinner we had the previous night.  We finished our dinner with a guava cheesecake, which by the way, was unusual pick for dessert yet, also delicious. After that, we trailed back to our hotel with some non-sensical bantering along the way.

a facade of the Mayan temple on top of the rocks overlooking the turquoise water of the beach in Tulum.

The third day we booked a half day tour to Tulum and  once again, see another Mayan ruins.  It was an express tour and didn’t have much time to explore the entire vicinity.  In my opinion, unlike Chichen Iza and Coba, the Tulum ruins is rather simple. However, the biggest take away is that it faces a marvelous, untouched scenic view of the ocean with its signature of turquoise water and fine sands.  None-the-less, it was a good tour.

On our way back to the hotel it started to rain. The forecast for this day was 90 percent rain.  We were just lucky that while at tour and on our feet exploring the ruins, there was a glimpse of sunlight. By the time we got back to our hotel the rain has stopped. Bob and I decided to get some rest. When we woke up, we headed to the Thai restaurant we first discovered in 2017 the second time we were in Cancun.  The rain again has started as we wait for our food.  When dinner came, so as the hard rain.  It was a night to remember; for both the dinner and the rain.

On Sunday, we decided to just chill.  W had a nice breakfast buffet at our hotel; went for a walk at the other side of the beach and sunbathed and read books at the pool side.  In the evening, we had our dinner at La Parilla- (the local Mexican food at La Isla- we regularly go whenever in Cancun) where we have drinks of authentic Margaritas. Where else to end this short trip away from home?

sunrise In Westin Resort & Spa. Cancun, Mexico Nov 20, 2022

Patagonia: Insides and Insights of Traveling to the Edge of the World

September 27, 2022 at 2145PM we were still sitting at the the runway of Orlando International Airport. We were trying to catch our international flight to Santiago in Miami for our epic trip. This is a trip that took Bob and I almost a year to plan- its logistics and itineraries are all delicately tailored for a 13-day venture to Chilean Andes and Patagonia; and yet we’re still here, stuck and under the mercy of MCO airport air traffic controller to give our plane a go signal to take off.

the view of Miami before we land from our flight from Orlando.

Florida was experiencing a Category 3 hurricane and that was what holding us to depart from our original time. There were chaos every airports- Orlando was closing at 12 midnight, Tampa was at locked out, and Miami was a complete stand-still. These were the circumstances happening all at the same time. What we thought a cancelled trip because of hurricane Ian- miraculously, our plane from Orlando to Miami started flying up and up the turbulent clouds. Finally, our first plane took off two hours later from the original time we boarded in Orlando.

We had then enough time to transfer to our second plane in Miami to Santiago, Chile. Once again, it was a bit shaky after the initial take off but not quite as bad as when we took off from Orlando- then it started to get smooth. Next thing we know, we are thousands of miles away.

We made it to Chile!!!

I will divide this trip to Patagonia into 3 Parts: getting acquainted to Chile- which consists of the first days of knowing the cities (of Santiago, Valparaiso, Punta Arenas, and Puerto Natales); the hikes; and other worth-seeing tour destinations.

GETTING ACQUAINTED TO THE COUNTRY.

Our Day 1 and 3 were tours of Santiago and Valparaiso. We have a little bit of “rest” from the flights we took and our guide brought us to the main city that same day- our first day. We started our city tour at the foot of Santa Lucia Hills, climbed up to the top overlooking the high rise buildings and the panoramic view of the city. Santiago is home for the tallest building in South America- the Gran Torre Santiago. After spending sometime at the top of Sta. Lucia Hills, we went down and walked towards the art district in town. I was amazed of the talents of the people I see. It reminded me of the art district we once passed by while walking the streets of Old Quebec City.

Santiago has also unique architectures with Spanish influence- places like the Chilean national library, presidential palace, and other government establishments we passed by- similar to the old Manila in the Philippines and most latin American countries I have been. As we navigated through the inner-most avenidas (avenues) the more crowd we see. It is always nice to see the authentic soul of the new place; and this is what I like about guided tours. Of course, any visit to new places, expect that we will atleast see one catholic church 🙂.

The vibrant city of Valparaiso, Chile

On our 3rd day we explored the vibrant town of Valparaiso. This is similar to Manila’s Port Area/Manila Bay except that Valparaiso’s main attraction is up the hills and overlooking either the colorful houses situated on top of the hill or the view of the water and the aduana (port). Whichever side you look, they are equally picturesque. Our tour guide told us that this is the place to party when you are young😉. True enough, when we were out and about, there are more than enough young adults we see.

One thing I noticed was both streets of Santiago and Valparaiso are full of beautiful murals. They are everywhere. I think these two places have the most I have seen in any places I have been. I must say, Chileans must know how to channel their artsy talents.

On the same day after half day tour in Valparaiso we went to Casablanca. This is the wine valley of Chile. I must say, after the tour of the vineyard, the wines are all equally excellent like the best French wines I have tasted in the past.

But we had a setback. For some reason, our guides had a lapse in judgement during a trip to the winery. As we got into the car to go back to our hotel after the best wine tasting we ever had, Bob realized his backpack was missing; so I looked for mine immediately. Unfortunately it was gone too.😭

Villa Veramonte Vineyard in Casablanca, Chile

We were able to make it through the busy streets of Santiago and the fast paced crowds of Valparaiso with no incidences. But in a place that was supposed to be a very secure vineyard, Our guides put their guards down and left the car unattended which resulted to a break in our vehicle and our bags being stolen. 😢

What were taken: my camera bag, Bob’s back pack, my drone, two prime lenses, clothings and other small items for my camera and cash.

What was not taken: our fun to continue to explore the beautiful country of Chile.🇨🇱

We are safe and we’re OK. Bob and I were so thankful for the police station 63 in Curacavi that accommodated us in filing our police report along with Felipe our guide and Gabo our driver.

Michael Jordan once said, “Always turn a negative situation to a positive experience.” And I will leave today’s experience with the same mantra.

THE HIKES.

trekking the Andes with our guide Sebastian and a Canadian hiker Mike, and of course Bob😊

We begin our real adventure with the hike in the Andes on our Day 2. Our guide Sebastian drove us atleast two hours to the north of Santiago in San Jose de Maipo. This is a three hour trek of San Jose Volcano that eventually led us to Valle de La Engorda. When we finally found a place to settle, we had our lunch while admiring the panoramic view of both the volcano and the Andes.

This hiking experience here in the Andes was spectacular. When I thought the hike we did in Minturn, Colorado was amazing, this is waaaaay amazing. When we were in Colorado, the view of the rockies and its snow-capped mountains was such a treat from a distance, but this time it was a feast. The snow in the Andes is within reach. Its pureness is unbelievable that we even tried drinking the melting snow. This is really one unforgettable hike Bob and I ever made.

Top Photos: 1. Bob trying to drink the melting snow; 2. the descent from the mountain; Bottom Photos: 3. the welcome sign to Valle de la Engorda; 4. the Andes mountain ranges;

the Panoramic view of San Jose Volcano and the Andes ranges.

It was quarter past one when we begin our descent. I felt like that our bodies had started to adapt (atleast this was what I’d like to believe) in all the elements in this hike. Almost a year of training in the gym and mind setting- all worth it.🙂

Next stop, Patagonia!❤️

sunrise at Punta Arenas on Sunday.

Punta Arenas and Puerto Natales are the offshoots for our main visit to Torres del Paine National Park, the heart of Patagonia- Though both places are already parts of the Patagonia region. Both towns are quaint, reminded me of Puerto de Limon- a fishing town we visited in Costa Rica in 1997. They are also hilly and scenic when you climb up the highest part of town. This was what Bob and I did on the days that we didn’t have tours or after our last tour of the park. Once again, we’ve seen a lot of murals in most of the buildings; not to mention that it was windy all these times as we walk- something that reminded us of the days in the winter when we lived in Princeton, MA.

Torres del Paines National Park.

Torres del Paine National Park

After three combined nights from both Punta Arenas (one night) and Puerto Natales (two nights), we finally made at Torres del Paines National Park. We spent four days/three nights here.

Top Photos: 1. the start of the hike with eight members of our group; 2. the uphill/downhill trail; Bottom Photos: 3. the last 1km of rocky steep trail; 4. Bob and I during initial ascend.

The major hike happened on Monday. The goal was to climb the base of Torres del Paines. It is a 22km (my I-watch recorded 24km)/10hr hike. Divided into three parts- the uphill/down hill to the base camp, the hike to the forest, and the last 1km (or more) of rocky uphill trek to reach the base of Paine Massif.

There were 8 members in our group: our guide- Pablo, 3 Israelis, 1 Mexican Lady, 1 Portuguese, and Bob and I. The first hour we were all trekking at the same pace, but then somewhere on the hilly parts of the trail, the Israelis took off. We still see the Portuguese and Mexican from a distance, but then eventually, we lost sight of them too. Bob and I on the other hand, remained on our slow steady pace in the terrainous up and down hill trail. Hours later, we reached the base when all of them were waiting for us.

I couldn’t recall how much time we spent at the base. But what I remember was that not long enough, after I finished a bar of granola, we again started a trek. This was the second leg of the hike.

Bob and I kept the same slow steady pace. The trail has more vegetation and shaded but a lot of ups and switch backs. Bob was trekking ahead of me. I let it that way so I know he was not logging behind, and at the same time I could watch his steps. I liked the fact that we were doing this hike. We were on a mission. This is our bonding moment together, and again with nature- here in Patagonia.

I feel so proud of my hiking accomplishment! ❤️

From time to time we will see Pablo patiently waiting for and checking us. He did this a couple of times until we didn’t see him for long until the second stop after more than a couple of hours. At this time both Bob and I are extremely exhausted and we have a decision to make.

The next 2kms consist of rocky, very steep terrain (more or less about 60degrees inclination) that we will climb up. With the pace we have, Pablo said it could be another couple of hours for both of us to reach the base of the park. There is no doubt that Bob can definitely do it, but reconsidering the factors which include the degree of difficulty, the snow, the wind, etc. it may cost him all the energy he had and nothing remains during his descend. It was then we decided that he’ll stay and I will proceed. In all honesty, I was hesitant to leave him while I go. But he pushed me to, there’s should be atleast one of us to see the base of the Paine Massif when after all this is the main reason of this epic trip. It was a smart decision in retrospect.

After asking if Bob’s gonna be alright ( it was actually I more of assuring myself to be honest) Pablo and I proceeded. What my eyes saw next was a jaw dropping terrain. WTF was the words I uttered myself. For a second, I thought of going back and just joining Bob. I wasn’t sure what I got myself into- the steep and rocky descriptions were understatements. I took some deep breaths and I just said a little prayer and proceeded. Meanwhile, Pablo was navigating the trail like a walk in the park.

One of my wise professors said, “If you want to have an exceptional life, you have to put yourself in exceptional situations. Break outside your comfort zone and open yourself up to new opportunities through a challenge that's equal parts physical, mental, and spiritual.”

So I did it on my own pace. I stopped so many times that I could no longer count. Each time I look up, I felt my legs were about to come apart and the trail seemed to be never ending. It was a good decision that Bob didn’t proceed. I felt all my energy has been drained too. I passed by a group of hikers who were descending, and told me ten more minutes, so I pushed my self more and miraculously, Here is the base of Paine Massif.. Here is the heart of Torres del Paines right before my eyes!!!

I did it! I climbed the base of Patagonia!

the base of Paine Massif

The descent if not, was equally brutal than when I was climbing up. With little energy left, I just left my legs do whatever they want. I was a “Gumby” as Bob would always describe me whenever I come home tired and complained about standing for so long at work or doing a leg workout at the gym.

Just like when I was climbing, I was slow and always the last from my group. I wasn’t sure how long it took me to get to where we started, I didn’t track it anymore- in my mind all I want was for the day to be over so we could go back to the hotel, take a warm shower and sleep. More or less 3.5 hours and I saw the familiar trail where we began the hike. I was glad. I was happy as well that Bob emerged from the van. All I prayed when I was hiking on my own after we left him at the second leg was his safety going back. Thank God for this experience, it redefined my beliefs in myself.

WORTH-SEEING TOURS IN PATAGONIA

wild guanacos

The remaining days at Torres del Paine consist of half day tours and mini hikes to different trails within the park. Lago Grey Hotel, the hotel we stayed within the park is such a convenient lodging. The day after the epic hike at the base of Torres del Paine, we drove around the park. This activity let us see the different areas one can appreciate of Patagonia. We stopped for some minutes to appreciate the wild guanacos crossing the road, I think we did half of the loop driving; enough to see the other side of the mountain and to see Salto Grande, a thundering waterfalls in the Park.

On Sunday before our trip to Torres del Paine National Park, we had a half day tour to the Monumento Natural Los Pinguinos in Magdalena Island. These are Magellanic Penguins. The mating season happens between late September to early March when the adult male penguins begin to arrive in the colony to breed. The penguins can be as much as 120,000 count during the peak of the season. We were just so lucky that we saw some of them in their natural habitat; some were upclose too- or would walk beside you! After almost an hour of roaming around the park we boarded the boat again and navigated through Isla Marta, where all the sea lions hang out. We didn’t really get off this island but we watched the sea lions continuously honk at each other for sometime then we headed back to catamaran.

Magellanic penguin couple greeting us.

sea lions honking at Isla Marta.

Photos: 1. Bob and I infront of the massive Grey Glacier deposits; 2/3. Bob and I goofing with a piece of an iceberg floated to the shore; 4. A big chunk of iceberg separated and floating on the lake waiting to melt;

Lago Grey Glaciers. It was convenient for us that we stayed at Lago Grey Hotel. By Wednesday our Day 8, we took a three hour boat tour trip to Lake Grey Glaciers. I never seen one so this was an exciting thing to experience for both Bob and I. As we sail closer, we have spectacular views of radiant, blue ice, floating icebergs in turquoise-grey waters and was feeling the Patagonian wind on our faces. Such a delight!

The sight of the 98-foot (30 mts) walls of this impressive ice mass in the Southern Patagonian Ice Field was phenomenal! The close-up views when the boat stopped moving was absolutely breath taking; not to mention that while we mentally amass the view of the glaciers, the sights of Paine Grande Mount and Paine Massif were also virtual treats. With such a new experience, I felt like a kid in a candy store🙂.

I learned in this trip that Chile is among the top 5 countries that has the most glaciers.

glacier deposits at Grey Glaciers.

In the afternoon after our boat trip, Bob and I decided to walk to the lake. It was a two mile easy walk (yes, in the summertime the ice melts and over flows to where we were walking), but the wind was brutal- its about 60mph wind gusts in an open space and it was literally blowing both of us. The closest we experience something like this was during our vacation in Cape Cod in 2011 with Hurricane Irene. Bob had so much fun with this one as he loves the wind.

Day 9 was supposed to be watching the condors at the outlook. This one, Bob again was excited about. On our ride to where we are going to start our hike, we saw a group of three condors gliding with the strong wind. It seemed to us its a family, as the one was smaller compared to the other two. Our guide told us that the small ones must be being taught on how to fly by its parents. “School day,” she said. Makes sense🙂.

the Condor Overlook and Lago Pehoe

last hike at the Condor Outlook and Lago Pehoe.

By the time we begin our ascend, the wind started to pick up. After trekking for approximately 45 mins to an hour, we reached the peak to condor lookout. From a distant we still see the family of three until eventually they faded away. Unfortunately we couldn’t capture any of these as my telephoto lens was one of the stolen items from our bags in Casablanca; also the wind became too strong for the birds too fly and for us to stand. Our guide Claudia just surprised as with cookies and tea while enjoying the 60mph breeze and the view of the mountains. Shorlty after we began our descent. This was our last major itinerary. The rest of the day we made out (laugh out loud).

The last two remaining days were spent mostly by starting our journey back home. We left Lago Grey on Friday afternoon to Puerto Natales; spent one more night here and even explored the area briefly for the last time. The following day we flew back to Santiago where we spent another night until Sunday then off to the airport to fly back to the US.

Indeed this was an epic trip. ❤️

this was the only time that Torres del Paine clears up and the only time I was able to shoot sunrise; the wind though remains constant between 6070mph. By the time we left, locals said its going to be in a 100km/h on Saturday.

Celebrating One Year of Adoptive Life as Seen Through My Eyes

by Charles

With my belly full of a boneless rib-eye steak (medium-rare of course), there’s nothing better than a nice snooze on the sofa.  In addition to being National Dog Day, today was MY special day – my 1-Year Adoption Day celebration!  Imagine that, one year of my new life in my forever home with Bob and Jun and Nikki and McCay. As I am drifting off to sleep, I can only imagine how my life has changed….

 The first part of my life was filled with hunger, thirst, darkness, fights, and survival in literally a dog-eat-dog hoarding trailer.  My head was constantly punctured with dozens of bite marks and my ears were shredded as scores of dogs fought each other for the little food thrown our way.  The burning in my eyes from the ammonia levels never ended, even after I lost my sight.  The throbbing in my mouth from worn and rotted teeth never ceased. This is the life I lived day after day, year after year. And then, one miraculous day some people came and carefully held us and took us away from the terrible, disgusting trailer. I later learned that they were people from the ASPCA and they brought us to a Shelter where we were separated, had our own place to stay, clean air to breathe, and something called a bed to sleep on. I was given clean, fresh water to drink – something I had never had before – and I was given food twice a day! Food that was nutritious and I didn’t have to fight for. The constant biting on my head ended and my belly for once was full.

Lauren handling me to Bob… My happy farewell from the great people of ASPCA in Marysville, Ohio.

 Over the next three months, these kind people at the ASPCA cared for me, healed my wounds, and took me to doctor specialists to have my eyes removed and the vast majority of my teeth removed. Some of them brought me to “play pens” to spend a short time with my fellow survivors. All of them had kind and soft words for me, and some I let touch and pet me; it felt strange but oh so good!  Some of the scents of the people like Lauren and Joe were constant, others came and went after a few days. One scent from a male person named Bob came and went and then came back again and left again and then came back a third time and then left again. Finally, on the fourth time I smelled his scent, heard his voice and felt his pat on my back there was a big celebration. The whole Shelter came to a halt and everyone stood in lines outside and Lauren carried me through the lines as everyone applauded and yelled words of encouragement to me!  Imagine that!  Me, a celebrity!!! Lauren then handed me to Bob and said good-bye one final time. Little did I know that I would never see any of these amazingly kind people again; and little did I know what lie ahead. This was the beginning of Day 1 of my adoptive life.

1. looking out the window as we left the shelter; 2. checking out the rest area in North Carolina on my way home from the shelter; 3. leading the way on the sidewalk; walking in the park with Nikki and McCay

Bob put me in the back seat of a car with a soft bed while he sat next to me petting, whispering soft words, and holding me all at the same time. I didn’t know what was going on and I was shaking like a leaf for the next hour or so as Jun, the other male that came with Bob, drove. We drove, and drove and drove. All day and then most of the night. We would stop every hour or so, and Bob or Jun would walk me and let me stretch my legs and eat and drink. Finally, we stopped driving. It was hot outside but we went into this house which was cool.  A house that I would soon learn to navigate with my nose markings on the walls and furniture. They had a bed for me and although I could smell the scents of other dogs, soon, we all were sleeping.

The next day Bob and Jun left and I was all alone in the house. Soon they returned and had two dogs with them, Nikki and McCay. But these dogs weren’t like from the trailer. They didn’t bite me or fight with me. They were friendly, especially McCay who quickly realized I was blind and helped me out with where to go. I learned that fresh water and food were ample. We each had our own bowl and place to eat and we all respected each other’s eating space. I was introduced to the backyard where I was allowed to explore without a lease! Oh, how I love to walk in the grass, listen to the birds, and hear the wind blow through the forest beyond the fence. Such joy that I have never even dreamed of.

all smiles on the way home from the park.

And then one of the best things ever happened: All five of us got into the car. Nikki and McCay were excited and so I was, too, without knowing why. This time, it wasn’t a 15-hour ride like before, it wasn’t even 15 minutes. And then we arrived at The Park!  Oh, all the new smells of the walking trail through the woods. New bushes and trees to mark and McCay taught me to poop in the woods! Once we got back to the car, we pilled in exhausted but all smiles! I learned that we do this great joy every day!!!

Occasionally, Bob and I go for walks around our neighborhood.  I love these walks and the freedom I feel.  I lead the way and stay the course on the sidewalks with my nose to the wind, my head and tail held up high, and the joy of knowing that I am free and safe!

Although I had a nice dog bed in the bedroom, I learned that Nikki, and especially McCay much preferred sleeping in the big king-size bed with the humans. I decided if it was good enough for them, it was good enough for me. Once I tried it, there was no going back to a silly dog bed on the floor. Slowly over time I took over more and more bed space as I used my strong hind legs to push the humans to the very edge of the bed so I could have ample room to stretch out.  This I now do nightly pressing my body up against Bob or Jun and seeking their warmth like I once had to do in the hoarding trailer.

I settled in to a daily routine: Last one out of bed, go outside, eat breakfast, go outside again, go to the park, and then spend the rest of the day relaxing on the sofa or couch in the house or my favorite spot on the love seat in the lanai. I love to be outside either investigating the backyard or just resting in the love seat listening to the birds sing, the wind blow through the trees or the occasional splash of Nikki as she swims in the pool.  I’ve tried the pool a few times but it’s not for me. I much prefer to be the life guard keeping an ever-sharp eye on anyone swimming 😊

1. ahh… the joy of the king bed! 2. chillin’ out in the lanai after a stressful day of doing mostly, sleeping 3. all eyes on anyone swimming; 4. we all scream for ice cream!

I settled into my new life enjoying every minute of it, always keeping close to Bob whenever he was home.  Then, one night for some reason we went for a car ride. Nikki and McCay were VERY excited because Bob mentioned the words “ice cream”. I had no clue what it meant but soon we all were in a crowded parking lot. After a few minutes, Bob came back with cups of ice cream for everyone! Boy was it great!  The best thing I have every had! I may have lost 36 teeth in my past, but one or more of my 6 remaining teeth are sweet tooths!  Oh, how I love anything sweet, especially ice cream.

After this wonderful daily life went on for several months, one day the FedEx man came to the front door with our Chewy box.  As usual, Nikki and McCay barked stern warnings that he dare not enter and to get off our property.  I didn’t bark but joined in howling for the first since.  It was the first time I ever made a noise and I think Bob thought the ammonia levels in the trailer destroyed by vocal cords as well. But he was wrong. I simply realized that this wonderful dream wasn’t a dream at all. That I would never ever wake up back in that horrible trailer.  This was truly my new home and this was my new pack.  I belonged here. This is where I was meant to be and they all loved me as much as I loved them.

In November we had a big party called Friendsgiving.  Although there were all kinds of good food, there were all these new people and sounds and scents. It was too much for me.  To this day, I still get very frightened and stressed if anyone other than Bob or Jun come into the house.  I smartly retreat to the king-sized bed and, like a good Florida citizen, am prepared to “stand my ground.”

my first time celebrating Christmas Day with my now forever family… We are all excited to open our presents!

In December, for some reason, the furniture was rearranged. This is always a big deal to me because without scent marks it was difficult to see where the furniture was and I once again started bumping my head. But then they brought inside this wonderful smelling tree. We all sniffed it. I was tempted to raise my leg to mark it but I knew better. Instead, one day there was great excitement as we all went and sat by the tree and opened presents.  Nikki and McCay had all kinds of new squeaky toys, and I got some as well but I am not a toy dog; I never had them as a pup and really don’t have any use for them. But we all had fun and ate some delicious food of roast chicken!

Shortly thereafter, two things occurred at the same time. We stayed up late one night and I watched the ball fall in Time Square.  It was a fun time with crazy antics!

one of the many toys I received for Christmas🙂

1. Celebrating McCay’s 6th Birthday; 2. me enjoying a prime rib; 3. celebrating Nikki’s 9th birthday; 4. me enjoying another prime rib😉

The next day was McCay’s birthday! She turned six.  We all had a party with prime rib!  Yum-yum!!!

A couple of months later, the very same thing happened with Nikki!  She turned nine and got a steak she shared with McCay and me!!!

Then, in the end of May, the very same thing happened to ME!!!  They didn’t call it my birthday, but rather my “Rescue Day”, May 25th.  This was the wonderful day that the ASPCA came and rescued all of us out of that horrible trailer.  It was one of the scariest days of my life but looking back on it now, it was one of the very best days of my life.  Finally, I could breathe clean air, eat good food, drink clean water, and have the most amazing people care for my many needs.  To this day, along with my collar ID, I proudly wear the ASPCA ID and number I first got at the Shelter.  I, too, got a steak and although I was tempted to eat it all myself, I shared it with Nikki and McCay.

The summers are hot and muggy where I live so I’ve adapted by chillin’ out whenever I can in a cool, comfortable place like the family sofa!

Celebrating my “Rescue Day” on May 25th. This is now my new birthday as no-one seems to know the exact date of my real birthday.

I have also taken up my protection responsibilities and enjoy eagle-eying the backyard woods for any potential intruders.

And finally, this week I celebrate Adoption Day!!!  August 26th. One-year of being adopted!  One year where I have become a stress-free dog as an important member of a family and pack where my unconditional love is returned many times over.  The ASPCA said I was between 8-10 years old but I’ve heard Bob say he thinks I look much younger now without any of the stress of the trailer.  Those horrible days are behind me and I look eagerly forward to many years ahead of loving and being loved!  I thank my lucky stars for the ASPCA and each night, before I sleep, I fold my paws and say this prayer:

Now I lay me down to sleep,

The king-sized bed is soft and deep.

I sleep right in the center groove,

My human beings can hardly move.

I’ve trapped their legs, they’re tucked in tight,

And this is where I spend the night.

No one disturbs me or dares intrude,

‘Til morning comes and “I want food!”

I sneak up slowly to begin,

And nibble on my human’s chin.

For morning’s here, it’s time to play,

I always seem to get my way!

So thank you Lord, for giving me,

This human person that I see.

The one who hugs me and holds me tight,

And shares their bed with me at night. Anonymous

Goodnight and Thank You!

Julie Finally Found Her Geenee

Two weeks ago I attended a wedding in Paris. This is no ordinary wedding that I usually attend.  This one has soft spot in my heart for two reasons:  one its an LGBTQI wedding- it is not every often I go to one;  two and most importantly, it is my niece’s.

I would like to think that Julie Ann is a very private person. But when it comes to matters of family and the heart, she would call and ask about my thoughts. After all, she once told me that she does look up to me- that I inspire her. I never knew exactly when she came out; what I remembered was that one day she was talking about something that pertained to her celebrity crush, and when I asked her if she’s gay- she laughed. I knew then she is, but I didn’t pursue asking. I wanted her to come out on her own time and her own terms- when she’s ready and comfortable.

I don’t know much about Geenee.  It was only recently that I see her when Julie Ann would  FaceTime me.  From how I perceived her, she’s timid.  She is the exact opposite of Julie Ann. But meeting her personally two days before the wedding, I could say she is the sweetest.  She is very accommodating and friendly- in a shy way.

I can’t remember exactly when Julie Ann came out, but I remembered during my last visit in Paris in spring of 2018, I learned that Julie Ann ended her then relationship. And shortly after, met Geenee.  As an uncle I have the best intention for my niece so I advised her to take things slowly, discover the fun of getting to know each other, and enjoy a company of being stress-free.  I gave the same advise- I’d like to think- I practice with my husband, “not sweating the small stuff.”  Fast forward to four years later, here they are tying the knots.

The wedding day itself was beautiful. It was a perfect Paris weather- not too hot (yet as it was 930AM) and not cold; just a gentle breeze in that morning. The sun was up when we left the hotel to the city hall.  Our party was greeted by both of the brides’ closest friends and families.  For sometime we gathered, took photos, and got to introduce to some of the brides entourage until we proceeded to the hall and waited for the ceremony to start shortly after.  Obviously the ceremony was in French, and was a lot different from what I normally attend in the US or in the Philippines, but indeed beautiful.  I spoke briefly with Julie Ann before the wedding rites, and asked  if she’s excited- she said she’s rather nervous. I told her that it was normal and it will go away. There were few funny incidences during the ceremony that I thought were good stories to tell once the wedding was over. Over all, It was an intimate occasion with a light touch of comedy.

The reception was equally as great as well.  There was a mini-processional and attestations at the hotel courtyard aside from the official ceremony at the city hall.  Then came the fun part when the bridesmaids, brides’ men and the brides were introduced. The TikTok dance coming out was totally fun!  For a moment  I felt I was really old! My wedding was totally different from this, considering it isn’t even ten years ago.  There were a lot of dancing and drinking after the food and desserts were served. I am truly happy that Julie and Geenee were surrounded of people that support and matter to them most on their special day. I am so proud of what these two ladies put together to make their wedding day great and memorable.

As a parting wisdom I read them my favorite verse- 1 Corinthians 13:

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, It is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

I can only hope that these words guide them through as they begin a new life together.  

Congratulations to the newly weds!

Weekend in Paris

Day 1- Uncle Jun in Paris. This past weekend I made a short trip to Paris. Short in the sense that, it was only five days and Bob wasn’t able to come with me. It was Julie Ann’s (my niece) wedding to Geenee (her partner) on August 6th. Even though it was a family occasion, because it was a short notice (what we thought an event that would happen last June when we both planned of going, became a five-week notice as the date was changed to August 6th- changed beyond everyone’s control due to French circumstances), we both decided that I will just be the one that would attend for many practical reasons.

I landed in Paris on Thursday noontime and took the train to Trocadero- a few blocks from the Eiffel Tower- where my niece’s apartment is at. The travel was smooth and it took me about an hour to get to the heart of the city. Julie Ann’s apartment is a walk up, and she lives on the seventh floor- that was fun to climb up. I took some time putting my luggage away and refreshing myself when I finally got to her place; then the fun time begins.

List of French cuisine on first day. Check.

I have my lists of what I want to do, and what I want to eat on this trip, so I told my niece about them- and off we go to the streets of Paris.  We first stop in Le Poincare- a local bistro nearby her place. We had some Salmon Carpaccio, Escargot and Tuna Tartare that we shared amongst us- I had a glass of Beaujolais wine, which was refreshing. We savored our food while chit chatting about the trip I just had and the wedding on Saturday. When we’re done, we took the train ride to our first stop.

Pont Neuf. One of the many attractions in Paris, with the view of River Seine near the famous Notre Dame.

Pont Neuf. This quaint place is Closer to Notre Dame with lesser amount of tourists. I haven’t explored this place much the last time; as we stayed mostly within the Eiffel Tower area then. We walked around Seine River, took pictures and just watched people go by.  We also found a good spot to sit and watched the tourists enjoying their boat rides at the river. Originally, I wanted to shoot either a sunrise or sunset here, but the day was still young so we decided to hop back on the train and went to Anvers.

Sacre Coeur. The last time we were in France we tried getting inside this church, but  we never made it.  We were too late so it was close and only the outside that we saw. So after roaming around at Port Neuf, we went to Sacre Caeur next. This time I got to see the inside- the details of its tile works are unbelievable! I took some shots of the altar from afar; then I put my camera away. I walked around the inside, until I saw a quiet place and uttered a little prayer. When we were done, we went up to the dome and see the panoramic view of Paris. It is timely that while we are up admiring the beauty of the city from above, it was also down-pouring. The dark grey clouds we saw moments ago, made their way to the area; so we rested up at the dome while admiring the vast number of houses that eventually lead to the Eiffel Tower. That was quite an experience.

We went back to Pont Neuf hoping the sun had set but unfortunately it was overcast so we really didn’t see much difference since we first came earlier that day.  I took some more photos then we all decided to just walk around Rue de Rivoli.  While I was taking photo of the quaint cafe Auguste; the overcast sky suddenly turned into a burning sunset. You can see from the horizon (as the street was almost perfectly straight) a red-orange color  that lit up the entire sky!   I took some shots of the street then ran fast towards the Louvre as I knew the sunset is as beautiful out there.. and I wasn’t wrong😂. I spent almost an hour taking photos of the Louvre on different angles until there were no more colors but just blue reflections of the sky. We stayed at the Louvre for sometime waiting for the lights to come on and playing tourists then after that we decided to go home to rest. Tomorrow is another day.

The Louvre after the burning sunset.

all the family arrived and met at the Cafe near the hotel.

Day 2- The Arrivals. Because of the time difference between Paris and the US, I woke up earlier the next day.  I was admiring the view of the Eiffel Tower from Julie Ann’s 7th floor apartment window and I was also waiting for them to wake up, so we could tackle our day. I promised I would help them with their errands until Nilda my sister, and Damian her husband, arrived from Dublin. Shortly after, they got up, packed their suitcases and off we go to the train station to Clichy. We arrived at L’ Imprimerie Hotel and checked in the first room. I was feeling sleepy, so I took a nap while Julie Ann and Geenee were talking to their event planner.  In less than no time, Nilda and Damian arrived. They immediately dropped their luggages off and refreshed themselves, then we were all out to the nearby Bistrot Italien to have lunch. Then Merly my other sister, and her family (Henk- her husband and her kids- Kevin and Selena) arrived from their three hour drive from Rotterdam. they all joined us for a chat as we were finishing up eating. Then we all returned to the hotel so both families can check in and rest. I napped again too.

The view of the Eiffel Tower from Julie Ann and Geenee’s apartment.

Avenue les Champs-Elysees at night.

At about 4PM, Nilda, Damian and I decided to explore Paris. Merly and her family had their own itinerary as well while Julie and Geenee continued their last minute errands before the wedding tomorrow. We began our walk as we get off from the train station at Avenue des Champ- Elysees to Place dela Concorde, passing through Tuileries Garden to the Louvre to Pont Neuf. We went to see the current status of the Basilica de Notre Dame post fire tragedy a couple of years ago, and it was sad to see that the only remains of once beautiful and intricate structure was just the facade of the front building. In retrospect, I am glad to see the inside one last time during my last visit to Paris in 2018. But I am also glad to see scaffoldings- which means, the restoration is on going. Then we walked some more!

We walked further to the Latin side of town for more of sight-seeing until we had dinner at Cafe Latin. We probably walked more than six miles. Luckily we had another sumptuous French meal as it definitely eased away both the soreness of my feet and the jetlag. It was around 9PM when we navigated the train from Mont Michell station back to the hotel.

While waiting for Justin, my nephew arriving late from Dublin, I invited my sisters to come and join me in my room to chat and catch up with them. Around midnight when he finally texted that he had arrived so I fetched him up from the hotel lobby. We all spent few moments before we called the night to rest for the big event the following day. That was that for my second day.

The newly weds outside the courthouse after the official ceremony.

Day 3- The Wedding day. I set the alarm with the wrong time. I had it set for 730PM instead of AM.  Justin and I woke up from Nilda’s knocking on the door. Loud enough to both get us up. We had ample time between eating our breakfast and getting ourselves ready for the big event. By 9AM we got picked up and transported to the city hall for the official wedding ceremony.

The wedding itself was beautiful. Obviously the ceremony was in French, and was a lot different from what I normally attend in the US or in the Philippines, but indeed beautiful. The reception was great as well- it was so alive with music and attendees gracefully dancing in every beats and sounds. I am happy that Julie and Geenee were surrounded of people that support and matter to them most on their special day.  I will not write much about the wedding as I intend to write a separate blog for them. So stay tuned.😊

I rested for a bit after the wedding. Around 730ish I invited my nephews and my niece if they want to walk around the Eiffel Tower and watch the light show at dusk while drinking wine and eating cheese ala-picnic style. We also invited Julie and Geenee but they opted to stay in their rooms as they were tired. We all understood. After all, it’s their wedding day. then off we went to the train station. About two miles or so of walking after we got off the train in Trocadero station, we couldn’t find a supermarket to buy our wine and cheese, but rather found a quaint cafe and decided to have dinner instead.  I am glad I got the chance to bond with them.  I am so proud of the fact that most of them have mostly grown up (Selena is 16, and the youngest of them all). I get to be updated with their whereabouts- schools, work, travels, etc. as we all live different places- Dublin, Rotterdam, Paris and I in Florida.

My nephews, niece and myself wandering around Paris.

What struck me the most is that, during our conversations I realized how much social awareness they have- we never talked about superficial things. We talked about politics ( they were more interested how American politics work, and asked so many questions about its current political climate), we talked about the environment (I am happy to hear that each one of them plays their part in keeping the planet green), we talked about social issues, and random topics about the EU. These surprised the uncle in me!  I am really happy to know the young adults in them- I am glad that they all  have established jobs, pursuing studies that they want, exploring the world, and mostly with high level of social consciousness. I hope to see all of them again including the three not in attendance- Ryan, Conor, and Bitoy- gather together at once and have conversations like these.

We headed to the hotel before midnight, stayed a couple more hours in Julie Ann’s and Geenee’s room along with my two sisters eating left over wedding cake, telling stories and cracking jokes until we all decided to call the night off. We all headed to our own rooms to finally sleep.

Sunday lunch with the family.

Day 4. Heading Home. Sunday was our sleep in day. Justin and I woke up around 930AM and headed right away to the dining room for our breakfast.  This time I enjoyed my first meal of the day- smoked Salmon and some of my favorite French cheeses- Brie, Humbolt Fog and Chevre- with fresh croissant and baguettes. After breakfast, we headed back to our room, got ready and packed for the noon checkout.  The rest of the family did the same and we met at the lobby afterwards.  Merly’s family left first. They were heading back to Rotterdam after they visit the famous Jim Morrison’s grave; so we said our goodbyes. Then the rest of us took our uber ride to drop off Julie and Geenee’s luggages at their apartment in Trocadero. Justin and I helped them carry their bags- and once again, took the hundred steps up the spiral stairs to seventh heaven. For the last time, I took a glance of Eiffel Tower from their window then we headed down at the lobby where Nilda and Damian chose to stay. And off we go to our new hotel for the night.

Hotel Elysees Union our new hotel overlooks the Eiffel Tower as well.  It was still early to check in so we just left our luggages at the hotel attendant and decided to grab lunch at Le Belloy.   Yet again, the French menu was superb! The family seemed to enjoy the food- and so was I, even though I only have the Parisian salad. It was my time to shine so this was my treat to the family.🙂

After lunch we headed back to our hotel and checked in. Then we took off and walked by the Eiffel Tower one last time. Then back to the hotel and rested for a bit until we sent Damian and Justin to the lobby as they took off to the airport with another Uber ride. Then it was just the four of us.

La Defense during sunset.

Julie and Gennee went back briefly to their apartment while Nilda and I stayed in the hotel. She rested and I started packing as I have an early trip to the airport the following day. When they came back, we decided to go to La Defense- another arc you’ll find in Paris; only on the modern side. I’ve never been in this part of the city- and its good to know this part of Paris. The modern buildings are here; it is the cosmopolitan area of the city- the exact opposite side the old Paris we all come to see. We watched the sunset til it got dark and took some photos too. After sometime, we got on the train to Kleber and looked for a place to finally eat. We found Le Copernic and for one more night, we savored another French cuisine.

It was past 10PM and everyone was getting tired, so we walked two blocks to Arc de Triomphe to see it one more time at night then walked back to the hotel. It was around 11PM that time and the Eiffel Tower started the light show; we were standing by the front door of our hotel as we watched it. It lasted ‘til about ten minutes. It felt so good to end the last night of this trip with that magical light show that I always look forward to whenever I am in Paris.

A glimpse of the Eiffel Tower from the lobby of our hotel. Last night in Paris.

Love is What our Lives’ Journey Worthwhile

Time and time again my husband continue to amaze me with all his wonderful surprises.  This year, in celebration of our 9th year wedding anniversary (seventeen years together), he planned a trip to Yosemite National Park with a side trip to San Francisco.  I normally leave to him the details of our trip as he has more time and patience to look for the places  and things we will venture, then he will ask me to check it out and we will finalize it.   This trip took about four months to plan; and I am glad that finally it happened.

the view of Yosemite National Park from Tunnel View during daylight.

Yosemite National Park. We spent a total of four days in Yosemite National Park with hiking (along with my photography) as our main activity.  On our first day, we took it easy.  We decided to take a light hike at the Lower Falls since we did a long drive from Oakland earlier that day. On the way, the view of El Capitan is the first that we saw. I was in awe; I am sure Bob was too as he kept on saying, “Wow.”  This enormous vertical rock formation is mesmerizing. We took a few photos then drove the road again.  Further inside the park, it was even more captivating. Anywhere you look, are just giant rock formations- one after another.  It was as if we were driving through the garden of the Gods.  This natural wonders are truly majestic. By the end of the day, we have navigated the entire valley- seeing Bridalveil Falls, the Half Dome, and the Cathedral Rock.  We decided to end our first day with a sunset at Tunnel’s View too.

Birds eye view of the Vernal Falls. 2.6 miles up hike.

The second day was our moderate turned difficult hike but full of fun. I will tell you why. Bob chose this trail- the Vernal Falls. The initial trek was a combination of slightly elevated slopes with great sceneries around.  Bob and I both enjoyed this trail as we made frequent stops to take in the beuty of this place (and take pictures too). But what lies ahead after our stop at the foot of the Falls was actually the beginning of all the fun (or not). The ascend was more tedious and rocky. This time more frequent stops to rest. We were also over clothed, which added more fun (insert sarcasm). By the time we reach at the falls we were so hot ( I think it was about 85F) and no longer wearing long sleeves!

We have debated of climbing up pass the falls due to its slippery slopes from the mists of the strong water falls. I also felt that I was physically ill-fitted to proceed. My legs were weak and shaky. Bob for some reason, initially felt the same but changed his mind. He said he wanted to proceed. So we proceeded. The hike was really slippery; and while the sun was really burning us, the mist coming from the falls really helped to cool us down.

The view of the falls from eye level was mesmerizing. But even better when we were on top of it. Along the way we saw many day hikers- individuals, couples, families and groups. All admiring the beauty of this nature. Bob and I also did. I was glad we continued hiking.

The descend  was equally challenging. We tried avoiding the slippery slopes going down so we chose John Muir Trail- a mile longer path. But in order to go down, we have to hike up once again. Halfway, We got a good view of the Nevada  Falls and a bird’s eye view of the Vernal Falls.  Its amazing how small the people look from above. With a lot of switchbacks, we finally got to were we started. This hike was the highlight of our day, and probably our trip too.

Tenaya Lake, Yosemite National Park. June 16, 2022

The third day we drove to less explored part of Yosemite National Park, the Tuolomne Meadows. Unlike yesterday, this part of the park was cold; overcast and matter of fact we had a short episode of snow fleury. In retrospect, we realized that the weather forecast we saw yesterday was probably reflects this part of Yosemite. And guess what, we were also under clothed!  Tuolomne is also nice, but not as grand as the valley.  The best part of the visit to this area was the brief stop at Tenaya Lake ( it was too beautiful and romantic not to take photo so I asked the French couple to take a photo of me and Bob) and the semi-hike to see the giant Sequoias.  We spent more than half of the day in the meadows then drove back to the valley again for another sight seeing.

On our last day I sensed that Bob didn’t want to leave. I also didn’t want to. With a plan to see Yosemite for one more time the night before, we got up early and drove through the park, watched the sunrise for one more time; then we said our goodbyes.  This is such a beautiful park we didn't want to leave behind.

the Half Dome before sunrise during our last day at the park.

iconic cable car at Hyde Street, San Francisco.

San Francisco.  Half of our trip was spent in the unique and diversed city of San Francisco. After we arrived from from Yosemite, we didn’t waste time and started re-discovering the city.  This was my first time here but not Bob’s; when he booked the hotel, he found a Marriott closer by the water that is logistically situated to most of the places we wanted to see. So after we put  our luggages away we headed out and see the Fisherman’s Wharf and Pier 39 (which is right next to each other) where we got a sumptuous seafood lunch.

Walking around the city brought us to Chiradelli Square where the cable cars load and off load commuters and tourists by the corner of Beach and Hyde streets.  We chose to rather hike up the stiff road to Russian Hill than ride the cable car. I felt like I would get to appreciate more the city when I walk and waste no time on queue to hop on the cable car (Yes, there was a long line around the park before you can even enter the cable station).  Bob seemed OK with it.  On our way up, we were smiling as we imagine the SFOans doing these crazy uphill/downhill climb on a daily basis.  From time to time we would stop to take photos of the cable cars passing and the unique Victorian (so I thought) houses around. As we reach the intersection of the famous Lombard Street, that was where we decided to go down and headed to our hotel. It was fun to watch cars navigate the most crooked street in the world!

Chuck and Zhao as we walk to the Ferry Building after a big lunch.

On our second day to San Francisco we took things easy as we we had a lunch appointment with Chuck and Zhao- our friends from Massachusetts that we last saw for almost or more than ten years! So we went To the Vista Point for a quick trip to see the Golden Gate Bridge. I can tell you as the sunshine hits the red painted metal bridge, it look so beautiful. I couldn’t hide my admiration, and I couldn’t help but compare it to my favorite Brooklyn Bridge- both are great pieces of architecture and realized that they are incomparable.  The Golden Gate Bridge is massive. We drove to Battery Spencer- the other side of the park to see the bridge on a higher angle, spent another hour battling the wind and the sun- then we decided to head back to the hotel and get ready for our lunch appointment.

Chuck and Zhao chose a Thai restaurant over the financial district. Our lunch was filled of catching up, updates and stories about our past lives in Massachusetts while savoring our Thai food. Time went by fast, we decided to walk across the Ferry Station and did a bit more of sightseeing, and walking inside the farmer’s market until we all hug and said our goodbyes. Bob and I did some more walking to China Town (and I bought my roasted duck dinner too😊), to  Washington Square Park where we found two churches- one of them is the National Shrine of St. Francis Basilica; then finally to our hotel and rest. That was that for the day.

playing tourist at Napa Valley.

We left early the following day for our planned trip to Napa Valley.  As we got there, we decided to go at V. Sattui Winery. Napa seems a great place to wine and cheese, but I should say not practical. Bob and I decided to just buy a bottle of wine and a few cheese and sat by the nice garden overlooking the vineyard and enjoyed both.  We did a short drive by and headed back to the city. At night, we went to the Palace of Fine Arts. 

On our last day in San Francisco we did a few more of sightseeing including the Painted Ladies and the famous LGBTQI community of San Francisco, Castro District- we will miss the pride parade as it was set for the next week.  That night, we flew back to Florida with a heavy heart that our vacation is over but excited to see or fur babies.

the famous Painted Ladies- the line of Victorian houses In the city.

the giant Sequoia tree at Tuolumne Grove.

As I write this blog, there is currently a wild fire in Mariposa County.  It is so close to Yosemite National Park and is threatening a few giant Sequoias.  It is only ten percent contained at this point and I can only hope that this fire gets put off soon. While Bob and I are saddened with this news, in retrospect we were so lucky to see these natural wonders before our eyes this past June. My husband plans every trip we had so well and I am proud to say, almost in perfect time. Such an amazing getaway for our ninth year wedding anniversary.

Love is what our lives  journey worthwhile, and I am grateful that I get to enjoy it with him.

LAX and Joshua Tree National Park

Day 1.

Last month was my first solo travel of this year. It was supposed to be a trip with my cousin’s son and  daughter, but our schedules (to go together) fell through. It was late to cancel pre-bookings I made and Bob has prior appointments and so, here I was traveling solo. 

I took a non-stop flight from Orlando to LA. The flight was a little over five hours; smooth and uneventful. When I landed to LA at 10AM, I went straight to pick up my rental car and to my Marriott hotel reservation in Sta. Monica to check in. After freshening up, I started checking out the area.  I ended up finding Will Rogers Beach along side Sta. Monica/Malibu town line.  It was a beautiful one. This is when I decided I will check the sunset at a later time.

By the time I left the beach it was only 130pm and I wasn’t really that hungry. I decided to check Solstice Canyon- a nearby trail, and decided to have my first hike.  It started fair- mostly flat in the beginning; but the second part was a lot of up hill climb.  The view is at the top was amazing. I wish Bob was with me with this one, specially on the descend as I can see the pacific ocean on the horizon. That was such a fun hike.

By the time I got to the parking lot in my rental car, I was starving.  This trip has been costly so I decided to go low key with food. At least for now.  I got a sushi lunch and headed to Malibu to wait for my sunset. Meanwhile I was enjoying my sushi in my car. I took some good shots here until I decided to head back to my hotel and freshen up. After an hour, I went back outside.  Night was early, but I was too tired so after some few night shots- I decided to go back to my room and call the night. Tomorrow is another day. 

Day 2.

I am not sure if its my excitement or my body clock, but I ended up tossing and turning the night and probably hasn’t slept at all. I was having a second thought to go out for the sunrise, as I was tired but I was glad I did. I can say that Sta. Monica has a beautiful sunrise too despite the fact that the sun rises behind all the beautiful views. I think I had better composition that morning and pretty much explored the areas before it gets crowded when I decided to go back to my hotel. At this point, I felt sleepy and decided to take power nap. The day is young and I have a long way to travel to Joshua Tree. 

a silhouette of Joshua Tree after sunset. Keys View Point, Joshua Tree National Park.

I woke up after more than an hour of a nap and started getting ready. I packed my bags and once done, I checked out, grabbed my car and turned the navigation and started driving to Joshua Tree. 

Halfway my destination, I had a random thought of my few colleagues that moved from Connecticut to California. While driving I-10E I noticed  a sign to “Ontario Airport.”  I remembered one of my colleagues in CT when he moved to CA and told me if you ever visit me in CA fly in to Ontario Airport.  So I called him and luckily he was at home.  I made a brief detour and caught up with him- invited if he wanted to join me in my adventure to which he didn’t decline. Then off we go  to Joshua Tree National Park. 

My experience of California is limited to LA and San Diego only.  I have never been further inland. The drive to Joshua Tree National Park was fascinating itself. I feel like I am truly appreciating California more.  After almost two and a half hour drive, I had a glimpse of the Joshua couple of miles before the park’s main entrance. 

My friend and I drove the park together while equally admiring the trees and the rock formations. Took many stops to shoot photos.  WE ended up waiting at Keys View, which is about 8 miles from the main park road, to witness the sunset. I am glad we did, as I had the best shot of a Joshua Tree here. 

After the sun had set, we continued driving, stopping and taking photos.  I was quite disappointed that it was never a new moon to shoot the Milky Way, but the night stars has been great as it is. 

WE stayed about 9-10 PM at the park until we finally decided to leave and grab dinner.  My hotel reservation is another 20 miles, and that was a bit challenge to drive some more. 

Day 3.

Though I didn’t want to wake up early, but I have to bring my friend back his home before 11 so I got up and got ready. By 645 we hit the road again to Chino, CA. AT Richard’s home I finally met his wife briefly as the were in a rush to go to a funeral.  AS I left, I decided to check out the nearby Planes of Fame Air Museum.  The young Jun in me reminiscing that once when I was younger, I dreamed of becoming a pilot.  Two hours later, I was off to Alhambra, CA to meet with my other friend. 

Dette is actually Michelle’s friend, but since she passed away in 2018, Dette and I bonded too.  It was nice to meet her family- her kids and mom- for the first time. They are very nice to accommodate me. Michelle and I had planned on this trip but never came into fruition. I am sure she’s happy that it happened even with out her. Dette and her husband were so hospitable to give me a tour of downtown LA- they brought me to Griffith Observatory, LACMA and the Museum of cars. I have so much in my to do lists for short period of time. Once in the car, tiredness hit me and fell asleep. It was then that we decided to go home. 

Day 4.

I must have slept so deep that when I woke up,  the sun is already up. Its time for me to get ready, yet again. After I chatted briefly with Dette and her Mom, I took a shower and packed my bag again..  Now I am heading to my cousin Yolly. I have not seen her since 2010- my last visit to LA. I wonder how she’s been? We plan to visit another cousin in Irvine. 

It was Sunday, and didn’t expect that LA traffic could be worse. But it was pretty heavy in the freeway.  After a little over an hour of driving I arrived to my cousin’s house.  It was nice to see both Jerry and Yolanda after more than a decade. I can’t wait to see all my nephews and niece too… I tried to refresh for a bit and then off we go to Irvine. We made a couple of stops along the way to eat and to have a dessert! Shortly after we were at Memang’s door and having a good laugh. Short visit to her but it is nice to see her too. 

After visiting my cousin Memang, we decided to head back home and rested for a bit.  Then went back out again to Calabasas  to meet with Franchesca- Yolanda’s only daughter. We all had dinner then after an hour long chit chats and catching up, we decided to go home. I have been so exhausted from all the driving and so I headed to shower. I said my goodnight to my cousin and nephew after, and called it a night.  

the landscape at Malibu Creek Trail.

Day 5.

I planned to be at Getty’s Musuem on my last day here in LA but unfortunately the place was close. So i made a 180degree turn and headed to Calabasas one more time.  With my All Trails App I found the Malibu Creek Trail and decided to do one more hike before I go back home to Florida. 

I wasn’t really sure what to expect in this trip except that the moment I pulled into the parking lot, I was already flabbergasted with its beauty. 

I made about 4 miles of trekking and see the beautiful Malibu Creek. Along the way I just couldn’t stop admiring the landscapes of this place. The different colors of the rocks and mountains, the spring flowers blooming, the serenity of the place. It’s just awesome. I guess  the trade off of visiting the museum if not fair enough, was actually a lot better. I stopped my exploration when I  reached the site of the 80’s popular show MASH. By then I decided to head  back. It was about 2pm when I finally got to my car. On the way to my cousin’s home, I had a quick lunch- ate Mediterranean salad from nook bar and drove home. 

Before I went to the airport, Yolanda and Jerry brought me to a nearby restaurant and had final dinner. Then I was off to LAX. Over all, it was a great and fun 5- day visit.

Friends and Family that I visited in this trip. Top: Dette and her husband. Bottom Left: Richard- my old colleague from CT. Bottom Right: my cousins- Yolanda and Memang.

Did I Fill the World with Love my Whole Life Through?

There was a song when I was young which lyrics I still remember and would sing whenever it crosses my mind. It was my grade school graduation song. I found the lyrics more philosophical when I read them now than back then- when it is more of just a song and a melody.

Salut! to the perfect Valentine’s weekend with my favorite husband in the world!

Bob and I celebrated Valentines early this time as I was working on the 14th. We decided to spend a quick getaway to St. Petersburg in Florida for the weekend. and once again, this man is able to pull a surprise when he booked a private boat ride to watch a sunset off the coast of Gulf of Mexico.  As we enjoy some wine while watching the sun setting, our captain (Mike) said how he enjoys being out in the waters and thankful that every day he is able to experience and appreciate nature.  While this statement is not new, the manner he said it, was what caught me- for some reason, it reminded me of the last version of my graduation song:

In the evening of my life, I shall look to the sunset.

At a moment in my life when the night is due.

And the question I shall ask only I can answer.

Was I brave and strong and true?

Did I fill the world with love my whole life through?

Mike’s words somehow made me reflect at that moment on how lucky I was to experience so many things in life all because of love.  Perfect timing for the lyrics of the song as we were witnessing a beautiful sun setting.  Truly, having a partner like him I can only have so much gratitude. He does fill my life.

a thank you note from my patient’s family.

I would like to believe that Bob and I have transcended the way we celebrate Valentine’s Day beyond flowers and chocolates (though he still buys me some occasionally, like last night).  Most recently, we invest more of our time to meaningful experiences. And when I say meaningful experiences, I meant both the things Bob and I enjoy doing together like our adventures and travels, and the things we also do apart yet connect us deeply. Bob is both proponent of love for the animals and the environment so he spends some time volunteering and advocating for their betterment. I 100% support him on this. Meanwhile, I work as a nurse. The last three years may have been mentally, physically and emotionally challenging due to the pandemic, but that doesn’t prevent me from doing what I love most- helping someone heal their pain- emotional and physical. Recently I received a personal thank you note from a family member whose Dad I took care of. This kind of unexpected kudos sometimes is the only thing I need to validate that I did something good for someone. Doing my part in filling our world with love and tenderness.  

Happy Valentine’s Day! 

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Fill the World with Love by Petula Clark 

In the morning of my life I shall look to the sunrise.
At a moment in my life when the world is new.
And the blessing I shall ask is that God will grant me,
To be brave and strong and true,
And to fill the world with love my whole life through.
(Chorus)
And to fill the world with love
And to fill the world with love
And to fill the world with love my whole life through

In the noontime of my life I shall look to the sunshine,
At a moment in my life when the sky is blue.
And the blessing I shall ask shall remain unchanging.
To be brave and strong and true,
And to fill the world with love my whole life through
(Chorus)

In the evening of my life I shall look to the sunset,
At a moment in my life when the night is due.
And the question I shall ask only I can answer.
Was I brave and strong and true?
Did I fill the world with love my whole life through?

New Year Reflections: The Past 2021 and Plans for 2022

Last sunrise photography of the year. Taken at Marineland, Palm Coast, FL 12.31.2021 at 6.17AM

 I took a short time off from work since January 2nd. Our original plan of going away for a short trip to Charleston fell through since Bob started not feeling well Sunday night. In a short notice, we have cancelled all our reservations. Better safe than sorry as we speak. With nothing to do except stay home and be separated from my isolated husband, I started putting away the decors from Christmas holiday and cleaning up the house in detail- purging and disposing items I no longer use and need but collected and held overtime.  After all, it’s the new year- out with the old as they say; it’s a good way to start. 

Items I piled up while decluttering the garage. Ready for Goodwill donations.

 While trying to accomplish the chores I started, I couldn’t help but replay the past year in my mind. 2021 certainly came… and poof! It’s gone. Though it went by so quickly, I have so much to be grateful for the past year.  It was a year of another survival, self-discovery, reconnections, re-learning, heartbreak, and letting go. Covid is almost now on its third year, and it doesn’t seem to be going away anytime soon, so I just have to endure and protect myself and my love ones from it in any possible way I can. Exhausting; but that is all I can do for now. Last year, Bob and I started hiking mountains again. It is something we used to love and do when we live across Mt. Wachusett in Princeton, Massachusetts but somehow got lost from moving to Cape Cod and with the busy schedules we both have. We made few hiking trips to Colorado, North Carolina and the Adirondacks in 2021. And when all the good things are going right as they should, I was devastated the last quarter of 2021 as I lost another close friend from cancer. More like a family, he was one of my few long-standing ones; we’ve been friends half my age so that was really heart breaking in my part. His passing brought good thing though- our common friend whom I am estranged with for a few years now, is back on speaking terms again. For that, I am thankful. Through out the past year I met new people from work, from playing volleyball and from social media- some I keep because their friendship is genuine and sincere; some I have to let go for our values do not align.  You win some, you lose some I guess. All in all, in deed it was a year of roller coaster ride of experiences and emotions, but all experiences- pleasant and unpleasant- for me are learning curves. Always.

As we enter 2022, my goal is to focus on the greatest opportunities life will bring. Health is one and always been the top priorities for both Bob and I. Then relationships- for him and I, our families; and all the friends and people we care for. As for myself, to be a better version of who I was from last year. All the rest will follow. 

 Happy New Year 2022!

Bird’s eye view of Summer Haven Beach in St. Augustine, FL. First fly for 2022 with my drone. Still in the learning curve on this one.

“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day.” -Edith Lovejoice Pierce

Homage to Ronald

On November 20 I lost my friend, my best man, Ronald. I was on the way to the hospital from work to see him when I received a text message from his son Fian that his dad passed away at 5.17PM.  I knew this was coming. We- his friends and family have anticipated this… but not this fast.  

 February of this year when Ronald/Ron/Bons/Dadi was officially diagnosed of Stage 3 Thoracic Cancer.  What a simple headache, some slight difficulty of hearing and a feeling similar to tinnitus, lead us to arrange a doctor’s appointment. Then that was that- a benign tumor that officiated a rigorous chemotherapy and radiation that lasted for nine months. When all we thought he survived cancer as he was told he’s in remission, we were hit by a cold news that his cancer had spread to his spinal cord and meninges after a trip to the emergency because he suddenly couldn’t walk. Our disbeliefs were indescribable. Our sense of peace and gratefulness were short lived- lasted not even two weeks. 

Our last getaway together with our other friends. Circa 2007. San Juan La Union.

 I’ve known Ronald as long as I’ve known his wife Michelle (she was and still is my best friend as she passed in 2018).  Back in the Philippines, in my tiny little apartment was where all we gather. He was our chauffer- he would drive as anywhere the entire crew would go. We have great memories of so many weekend getaways. When I moved to United States in 2007, they followed suit.  Though we lived in two different states (I was in Massachusetts while they are in Florida), our friendship which already transcends to being family, stayed stronger. Each time we get the chance, we visit each other. I have visited Florida so many times to see them.  I spent many long weekends here, in Deland before finally deciding to permanently move in 2019. 

The Labiste’s in Massachusetts in June 2013. Sight-seeing before Bob and I got married. Old Stone Church, West Boylston. .

One of my many visits in Deland with the Labiste’s Circa 2012.

Ronald was a strong man. When his wife was diagnosed with cancer in 2014, I never heard nor seen him complain.  He was able to juggle tending to her treatments and personal needs while keeping a full-time job and being a father to Fian all at the same time.  For four years he did what he thought was best until she succumbed to her illness in mid 2018. 

Ronald was a man of many talents.  He and I, like his wife have shared so many great memories.  We ride the bike together. He was a great cook. It was from him I learned to cook Japchae (Korean noodle).   He played guitar, and I sing the songs.  We both love the same genres as we grew up listening to the same bands so he knew what he will play to get me going.  On Thursday, November 19th I was in his house with Fian. I was the on-duty friend.  He didn’t play guitar- we just listened to Imusic on TV. Oddly enough, James Taylor’s You’ve Got a Friend was the song I only remember playing in retrospect. This was also the last I saw him awake and coherent. We didn’t speak, I only held his hands. I knew in my heart we have understood each other.  

One of the images Ronald captured of me while shooting sunrise. Often times I feel that he was a better photographer than myself. Daytona Beach 2019.

 I have not shot sunrise in the last five weeks.  Sunrise was also significant to me and Ronald since I moved to Florida.  He was my sunrise buddy.  Not most people (including my husband) like waking up early mornings (my call time is always between 4-5AM).  Ronald didn’t mind.  If I was lucky, he will drive to the destination too. If I was extra lucky, I get stolen shots of me taking photos from him! He was also a great photographer by the way.  The past few days I was scrolling my phone to check where was the most recent sunrise Ronald and I went together (but only found the last was in November 2020 in Flagler Beach) so I could include it here. 

As I previously mentioned, my photography has been my way of coping with all the things going on my life- good or bad, happy and sad.  The past two weeks has been very difficult as I lost Ronald.  Yet I have to compartmentalized my emotions in order to function rightfully. On Thursday, during my day off, I decided to pack my camera and drive to Flagler Beach to begin my healing as part of my grieving process. I thought I would never see the sun as it was totally overcast. I flew my drone and almost lost it and put it away when I found it. I took my camera out and just took shots of the Christmas lights. After over an hour, I decided to head to my car to go home. But as I sat on my seat, and looked outside, there was a brief moment that the sun peeked out of the thick clouds. I pulled my camera out and captured that magical moment the same spot I had the last sunrise with Dadi. Yes I saw the sunrise and it meant I felt his presence once again.

Sunrise with Ronald, Flagler Beach 2020.

Sunrise at Flagler Beach. December 09, 2021

Colorado Part 2

This is the second of the two-part blog of our trip from Colorado. I hope you enjoy reading this one just like you enjoyed reading the first part.😊

Day 4. 

I am still stoked and I can say that yesterday was the highlight of our trip. After all, the rafting is what drew us to come to Colorado…

We have been making our breakfast in our unit every day, and today we have to really load up. We will hike a long trail today. I have two eggs over easy and the left-over Chinese food we ordered the other night for breakfast so I don’t feel hungry as we climb. Bob had some eggs sunny side up.

Flying the drone on the Meadow Mountain. Behind us is the the snowcapped Colorado rockies.

We left for Minturn after Breakfast and started the long trek at Meadow Mountain Trail.  It’s about a 1000ft elevation, with so many switch backs to walk through so that makes the hike a bit long. It is over-looking I-70 highway at the beginning of the hike so it somehow give us the scale of how high we were during the hike. When about almost halfway on the top, it is when we saw the true beauty of the trail. Behind us is a showcase of the snowcapped peak of the Rocky Mountains. It’s such a breath-taking scenery up there!  It is a beautiful meadow- the alpine trees, the dilapidated abandoned house in the pasture the rock formations... all I can do is admire. 

Bob and I rested on a slab of rock for a while and munched with our granola bars. At one point, because we love Outlander the series so much, we joked about being able to time travel by pressing on the rocks, just like the main character in the series.  It was a fun hike; and because of this Bob and I are considering doing hiking on a regular basis. We stayed probably another thirty minutes sitting on the rocks until we finally started descending. 

After almost a half day trek, we headed to Vail Main Street to eat lunch. There were very few open places to eat, so we ended up getting light lunch from Swiss Chalet Restaurant; an upscale but it’s a penny well spent. I had Bruschetta and French Onion Soup- both were mouthwatering, but I am going to tell you, I never devoured a soup like I did this one which gave me blisters (because it was so hot! Yet so good..) the following day. 

After that delightful lunch, we headed back to the hotel and rested. We called it a day; relaxed watched movie and slept. 

Day 5.

Day 5 was our last full day in Colorado. We decided to explore another place we’ve never been- Steamboat Springs. We spent some time with our usual morning routine for breakfast- cooked some eggs, toasted bread and reheated whatever is left over; after that, we got ready.  By 9-930ish we were already on the road.  Our drive was slowed down by the traffic in I-70 for about fifteen minutes. As we passed by, another truck was turned upside down and caught on fire.  I thought for a while that beauty has its price- while this road is such a splendid to travel to, it also has its downside- this really is an accident-prone road because of its winding, uphill and downhill structures. I am glad that we exited the road sooner than I thought.  

Finger Rocks in Yampa.

It wasn’t long enough that as we started navigating Highway 131- I felt this is another exhilarating road to drive. It’s a mini-version of I70- beautiful, but winding and also uphill and downhill. While I admire its landscape, I also noticed that there were no railings o some parts of the road. I told Bob that this reminded me of our drive to Mt. Washington in New Hampshire; he joked if I had started praying my rosary, to which I replied that he should focus driving.🤣 Briefly on our drive there was an area of the road that seemed to look like a gorge. And while we were both fascinated, I reiterated to be extra careful steering the wheels. 

There is a town named Yampa that we passed with an amazing, boulder similar to, once again- Outlander. Somehow, I caught a glimpse of the name-Finger Rock.  I googled and found a brief description of what it is- a volcanic plug. I took a picture of it. 

Shortly after, we arrived at Steamboat Springs.  It is a quaint town but we didn’t really have the chance to explore its Main St. as our main purpose was to see and hike Fish Creek Falls and Trail.  We only drove by it.  

Fish Creek Falls at long exposure.

As we parked our car and started walking to the falls, we can already hear the sound of the water.  It is kind of refreshing when we saw it.  It is gorgeous! I set up my camera for long exposure shots and spent some time both taking photos and just admiring.  Not always we see Falls. The last I saw one was when I went back in the Philippines in 2019.  And the last Bob and I saw one was during our trip to Niagara in 2018; so, this one is a treat. By the side of the falls there is a 5-mile hike in a 2000ft elevation.  We decided to do some of it and not finish the entire hike as we were (probably) still sore from yesterday’s hike at Meadow Mountain.  After probably an hour trekking, we went back to the car.  

We briefly paid a visit to this beautiful, perhaps newly renovated Holy Name Catholic Church in Main St.- say our prayers and thanks, then headed for a lunch at Backdoor Grill.  I am proud to say that I had my first Bison Burger🍔. After lunch, we dreaded our two hour drive back to our hotel admiring again the beauty of this winding, uphill and downhill highway.  When we got back at the hotel, we rested for a few, and decided to eat Hawaiian for our last dinner in Avon.  We both have Tuna Poke Bowl.  After dinner, we drove around town for one more time.  The admiration for Beaver Creek is well beyond descriptions- the money, its beauty, and the landscape.  It’s just beautiful. After more than 30 minutes driving around an off-season ski resort, we decided to head back to the hotel and started packing for tomorrow is the “travel back home” day.

Day 6.

Bob wanted to leave early so we woke up early.  Witnessing so much accidents on the road the past days, we didn’t really want to stress ourselves on the possibility of missing our flight while stuck on a traffic because of road accidents, so we allowed plenty of time on our way back to Denver.  After breakfast, we checked out and started our 130-mile scenic journey to the airport.  So long Colorado! We will come back sooner. 

Bob walking ahead of me on Fish Creek Trail.

Colorado Part 1

I started chronicling Bob and I’s six day trip to Colorado from the time we left home like a journal. I didn’t want to miss some great details thus it became such a long post/blog so I decided to divide it into two parts so I don’t bore you.

Two weeks ago, a month after Bob and I celebrated our birthdays, we finally have our “alone time.” What originally planned as the Maui, HI trip, we decided to change it to Colorado instead. Up to this point, even when we are both vaccinated, we would like to think that Covid-19 is still out there and we can still both get the virus, so we re-considered the travel time we will be on the plane along with other passengers (even we are all masked up) and decided that short flight times are better... so Colorado here we come!

 The flight from Orlando to Denver was great. We arrived ten minutes ahead of time. What lagged us behind was getting the rental car. It took us 90 minutes between being in the line to pick the car and getting out of the parking lot. By the time we were on the main road its almost 2pm. 

I-70E to Vail. This one of the most scenic highways Bob and I drove to.

 Bob and I were so happy to drive to great sceneries again. The 130-mile trip to our destination went unnoticed because we were both admiring the mountains left and right. As we navigate an uphill and downhill I-70E, we both reminisced our other trips with similar roads- The I-15 from Las Vegas to Kanab, UT and the Kancamangus Highway in New Hampshire.  This conversation brought smile to my face so I held his right hand briefly while the other was driving.  It is nice that together, we get to do again the things we love most. The drive made me really happy (and hungry).😊

 Though Bob has been to Colorado before, this is both our first time to be in Avon/Vail area so we are both excited.  The almost half-day driving made us very tired; and what originally planned visiting the Benedictine monks on night 1, we elected to do the following day instead.  Day 1 was basically a travel and rest day… eat and sleep.

Remnants of the trees caught on forest fire that affected Glenwood Canyons in 2020.

Day 2.

The next day was meant for just visiting St. Benedict’s Church in Snowmass since we were tired the night we arrived. But in between, we stopped at the rest area at Glenwood Springs. It is beautiful; it is attached to Grizzly Creek Park with hiking trail. With nothing concretely planned other than to see the monks, we decided to go for a hike.  As we navigate the trail, it was refreshing to hear the stream from the creek, but we were saddened to see the forest charred from the fire that previously caught a massive area of Glenn Springs Canyon which includes Grizzly Creek Park. As we walk further, the devastations were evident.  Bob told me he could still smell the burnt trees.  The good thing is that, we see life thriving and slowly coming back.  We also see a lot of people still hiking the trail.

After more than an hour exploring Grizzly Creek trail, we decided to head back to our car and proceeded to our destination. My admiration with I-70 continued- it is just a beautiful road. When we entered Snowmass and the road that leads to the church, there is a farm that we assumed owns by the monks. From the unpaved road you can see St Benedict’s Church from afar with the mountains on the back draft. At this point I am running out of adjective to describe the place, but all I can say is its beautiful. We stopped and took some photos. When we finally got to the church, it was closed- and only the bookstore that was open but no person around. We ended up just going around the area and look- unfortunately, there wasn’t much. It was then we decide to head back to our hotel. 

St. Benedict’s Church in Snowmass. What a picturesque church just looking from a far.

Day 3.

On our third day we planned the morning for a short hike in Cross Creek Trail in Minturn- about 10 miles west of Avon, where we are staying. This is an old mining town, and it was both our first time to see a mining pipe that extends miles. The hike was pretty good.  Along the way I was educated by Bob of what I thought a Birch tree, but actually an Aspen. They look pretty similar in my opinion. We also got the chance to see Minturn from above. We turned back after an hour as we have to drive another hour for our next planned activity. The best part about this trail is that its so close to the creek, that you can clearly hear the water ravishing. I quote Bob, “this is actually refreshing.”

The aerial view of Minturn, CO halfway on top of Cross Creek Trail.

 After the morning hike, we stopped briefly at the hotel, then drove aagain to Glennwood Springs for the highlight of this trip- White water rafting in Colorado River. 

We arrived to the meeting place early and this gives us the opportunity to explore the area. We finally decided to just hang out by the river and see other rafters and kayakers. When it’s our time, we went to the bleacher and met up with other rafters. We drove up nine miles to the offloading area. Our guide Thomas briefed us one more time on how we should paddle, and one by one we climbed to our assigned seat.

White river rafting in Colorado River is such a great experience.

 I’ve done kayaking and canoeing but not water rafting. Bob did in Maine and he shared the fun stuff with me. This made me excited as we raft through the river.  The first two miles of the approximately nine-mile Shoshone rapids is the most exhilarating (I didn’t feel scared I swear!). The forward and backward paddles were in full command in order for the raft not to flip.  Then the next few miles are combinations of smooth and mild rafts.  As we navigate the river with Glenwood Canyons in full display, I am glad that our guide is well-versed about the area and we learn more about it- the caves, the Jessie James stories, the old I-70 trail, the only man lived on the left side of the river, the mountain goats and the fire that it suffered last year.  We have better appreciation of the canyon too as we navigate the river slower than when we are driving through it- most specifically the horseshoe bend, where the water flows peacefully and for a moment away from the road.  As we finished the raft, we were both exhausted but had so much fun! We ended the trip by having dinner at Smoked Barbecue in Glenwood Springs while we are passing time to kill the traffic created by two trucks that flipped over at I-70. After dinner we drove back to the hotel and rested.  Tomorrow will be another day.

a long exposure shot of the Fish Creek Falls in Steamboat, Co

Utah

Warning:  This is a long read! The blog is divided into 3 parts- feel free to pause at each part and continue as you enjoy reading this entry. :-)

Part One.

I have never gone on a trip with friends alone for so long.  The last I recall was a decade ago in Shenandoah Valley in Virginia; a few weeks after my mom’s passing. But earlier this year, an unexpected friendship was formed between myself, James and Buddy and an impromptu trip to visit Buddy in Utah happened two weeks ago. 

James, Buddy and I checking out Park City Mountain Resort for the first time.

A little Background of our friendship: James and I are workmates and became friends. We both first met Buddy when our common friend invited us to play volley ball with them.  The friendship didn’t develop instantaneously; but over time we formed a common bond. When Buddy left sometime in January in pursuit of his own purpose, James and I told him that we will see him wherever he maybe. And so not long enough, we found ourselves on the plane to Utah. 

 I’ve only been to Utah briefly once- in Kanab in 2010; but neither in Salt Lake or Park City let alone Moab. As our plane landed in Salt Lake City, I can’t help but just simply admire its landscape:  the snow-capped mountains are everywhere! Buddy met us at the conveyor as James picked his checked in luggage. Then all three of us headed to our first destination, the first part of our trip. 

 Park City and the many firsts. Park City, UT (Park City Mountain Resort) is known for its famous ski slopes; after all, it was the site of two 2002 winter Olympic events.  And for the three of us, it was our first time to be here. After we checked in our hotel, we headed to the ski resort to confirm our reservations for our ski and snow boarding activities the following day. On the way I was still admiring the landscapes and still can’t believe that this trip was actually happening. After hours of checking out the area, dinner and trips to the stores, we ended the night with a toast of wines and beers at the hotel’s bar. 

Early birds at the trail. All three of us prepping for our ski and snow boarding adventure!

 We woke up early the following day and get started. James and Buddy are going to snow board, while I stuck myself to a ski lesson as this was my first. My class didn’t start until 9 that morning and Buddy and James already scouted and tried the slope as soon as we got there at almost 8am. By mid-day, I realized I wasn’t the only one busting my ass off learning this new sport, but Buddy as well. James perhaps, was the only one enjoying all these shenanigans. Around 1PM we all got back together, and drove to the hotel and enjoyed the hot tub while exchanging our ski and snowboarding adventures mishafts. I told them that I may have fallen more than twenty-five times and my butt was literally sore! (and the hot tub has been the best part of the day so far). We all just laugh.  After a quick relaxation, we headed back for the afternoon session.  I have made up my mind that I am done for the day as my butt was sore, my legs were still wobbly, and my feet were no longer happy. As for the two, they continued their adventure.  But shortly after, Buddy joined me as he felt he had injured his leg.  We ended up waiting for James for two hours; and as we checked out, guess who forgot his shoes at the hotel room and walked with just his socks on? 

Park City Main Street on a Friday night.

 We headed back to our hotel room and changed; and once again enjoyed the hot tub. After some relaxing hour at the tub, we opened a bottle of wine as we chill some more and retold our day’s adventure.  By evening, we decided to explore Park City’s Main Street. It was beautiful at night too.  I wasn’t sure if it was just because its Friday, but the town was packed.  We couldn’t tell who’s local and who’s visitors like us.  And with multiple attempts to land a decent dinner, we realized fast that we need reservations in order to get a dinner table. We ended up in mom & pop’s pizza place; and at that point we couldn’t care less as we were all starving. WE continued the rest of our night in our hotel room, with more wine and CupcakKes (not the food)- also another first to hear her music. That night, once again I felt like I was back in college. 

Summit Meadows Adventure at Park City where we had our first snow mobile experience.

The following day we woke up later than we did the previous day. Surprisingly with no hangover.  Since we have no other plans until the afternoon, we spent most of the day in the hotel relaxing after a nice local artisan breakfast at Bartolo’s. By two o’clock, we headed out for our next adventure of the day- snowmobiling. This is Buddy and I’s first ride with a snowmobile and I am glad that I didn’t rent the mobile on my own and I will explain why. As soon as we get to Summit Meadows Adventure, we checked in and waited briefly and was brought to choose our snow mobiles along with other adventure-seekers.  Then I said to myself, “there is no way I will be able to handle a 2,000lbs machine by my feather weight!” 

All three of us at the meadows.. before all the fun started!

Buddy and I decided to just rent one snow mobile and I will just be his passenger prior driving to the summit.  I am glad we decided that way because as soon as Buddy started the engine, he was in full throttle.  With my butt still sore from all the falls I endured from skiing, here comes another challenge for it- the million bumps during the ride! While Buddy felt like he was James Bond driving the snowmobile in full speed, I felt like Victor Espinoza riding his horse as fast as he can to win the Kentucky Derby. Only thing was, I was just a rider and not a jockey. Meanwhile, James was having the time of his life.  He was actually riding behind us to make sure we were doing ok until he met an uneven area and he was thrown out of his snow mobile.  That split-second made us worried, until he got up, walked and jumped back into his mobile.  He said he was OK and then we were all back to driving.  The trail we trudged was winding, steep and quite frankly, beautiful but so dangerous.  Mid way to our trip we had to briefly stop because of the snow storm too but that passed quickly. Over all, it was a fun-filled ride.  Thanks to my James “Buddy” Bond! 

Our last night at Park City was spent with fine Thai cuisine dinner and another college-like session of drinking and CuppcakKes. The next day, we headed to the next leg of this journey with a side trip to Spanish Fork, UT where Buddy showed us the farm he volunteered. 

The AC Hotel in Park City. Our home for 4 days and 3 nights. The hot tub is the best part of this trip!

James and Buddy being playful at this vandalized and abandoned building.

Part Two.

Moab: An enchanting place. 

We travelled in a winding but beautiful mountain roads for almost four hours to be in Moab. We made a quick stop to Elmo, UT and took an unnamed road that brought us to a scenic and what we presumed an abandoned school in an old mining site. A bit eerie, but we investigated the place anyway then decided to head back to the main road and continued driving to where we going. 

It was mid-afternoon when we got to Moab town line and we decided to just hit the Arches National Park before heading to our Air BnB to check in. As we slowed down the park’s entrance to get our ticket, I was astonished by the formation of the red rocks presented right before my eyes.  Speechless. The last I saw red rocks was back in 2015 when I first visited Sedona with Bob. I was in awe that time and still, is in awe seeing these once again.  The only difference now is that, the sun was making the colors pop. 

Slowly we drove and our eyes could not stop admiring the beauty of what nature was offering us.  We stopped to see first the Park Avenue Arch, then the Courthouse Tower’s view point (took some photos with my models), and to Balance Rock. It was getting late and we are getting tired, so we decided to end our first Arches adventure after we hiked the North and South Window Arches and the Turett Arch. 

The scenic Park Avenue. Our first stop.

Hot tub was the next best thing ever happened and all three of us agreed!

Finally, we got to our AirBnB. This place did not disappoint. As we unpacked our overnight bags, we also started drinking wine and hit the hot tub. The hot tub has been our best friend since Park City; nothing eases the exhaustion brought by the activities we had and Buddy’s long drive than the hot tub (and the many glasses of wine). Then we took a break from that to grab a quick dinner downtown. Then back again to the hot tub. I don’t exactly remember how the night ended, but when we woke up it was another day. 

Aerial shot of the Mill Creek. Makes the three of us feel like we landed In Mars.

 We finally got to see what Moab downtown looked on a daylight as we started the second day of our adventure.  It is a quaint town, but also looks isolated.  We decided to check the Mill Creek Waterfall before heading to the Arches again, but it was an epic fail. In the beginning of the trail we followed the path, but somehow we lost it.  We ended up a valley on a hill admiring the panoramic Mill Creek view instead.  I flew my drone and shot a quick video of the three of us- in my mind I was singing Waterfalls by TLC.; the closest we got to the elusive waterfall. 

Skyline Arch.

The hikes at the Arches National Park continued after our waterfall snafu.  For another three hours we hiked the Sand Dune, Skyline, Devil’s Garden and Landscape Arches (unfortunately, we didn’t make it to the Delicate Arches as it requires 2 more hours of hike).  After moments of admiring the natural beauty of these arches, we decided it was time to head back to the car.   There are so much more to see but not enough time.  At some point we will be back here for sure. And just like that, we were on our way to our last and final destination. 

Part Three.

Salt Lake City. 

After almost four hours of driving from Moab (including stops) we arrived to Salt Lake City. 

 It was almost sunset after we checked in the hotel, James and I decided to head out and see the city while we gave Buddy a time to rest.  As we walked towards the temple of the Church of the Latter-day Saints, I noticed that there weren’t so many people hustling and bustling the streets.   It’s a bit odd that a big city like Salt Lake is pretty laid back. It isn’t like the big cities I’ve been to that you’ll bump elbow to elbow; but it’s also still pandemic- and admire Utah for being so obedient of the mask mandate. 

 Two things we checked out: the temple of the Church of the Latter-Day Saints and the State Capitol. The church is under major renovation and is not open for public.  Though you can roam around the perimeter, we didn’t see much as I hoped for.  I flew the drone near the temple, and at one point a couple of the Mormons approached us and speak to us briefly. We thought they’d start talking about their religion, so I ended up landing my drone.  But, in fact, they were just trying to be curious about what we’re doing and were actually friendly and left us alone after few moments. 

A long exposure shot during sunset of Utah’s State Capitol.

James and I continued walking the hilly streets to Utah’s State Capitol. The neighborhood reminds me of Worcester, MA- also hilly and pretty. We saw a rainbow flag hanging on one of the porches- it brought a smile to my face. When we finally reached a perfect corner with the perfect view of the capitol, I took a perfect photo of the building. Thanks to James for patiently waiting.  We took an uber ride to go back to the hotel and the driver confirmed that Salt Lake is pretty much laid-back and nothing really much is happening.

 We rested for a bit and started heading out. We walked around and once again, we all noticed that most of the establishments were closed even before 7PM.  We ended up at the City Creek Center and finally decided to have an ultra boujee Italian dinner (and more cocktails and wine) at Brio. Best way to end this trip. We decided to end the night at the hotel and the next day Buddy brought us to the airport and once more had a last glimpse of the snow-capped landscape. We said adieux but already planning another getaway like this with my new found friends.

Our ultra boujee dinner at Brio Italian Grille.

What a night! still stoked of how beautiful The Arches National Park.