Day 14: Much needed grocery shopping was done at the Naval Base. We snagged up some brown sugar for more of Dominiques baking needs and headed back to Tony's flat. Later that day we 'walk down to Exihibition Avenue' and take pictures as we pass the mosque, the kings old castle, and enjoy the beautiful weather and arabian sweets that we picked up on the way.
Day 15:
Tree of...life?
The day was spent driving from the far west coast of Bahrain, across to the East. This trip took a good 6 hours to accomplish (about a car ride to Canada from Seattle non-stop). Along the way we stop by the 'Tree of Life' which is thought to be THE 'Tree of Life' grown by God in the Garden of Eden, due to its location and the hypothesized location of the Garden of Eden. Whether or not this is the actual Tree of Life, it was highly disappointing.
The tree itself shows signs of wear and tear, not naturally occurring, but obvious vandalism; giant limbs have been broken, and its covered in grafitti and "Harold was here's". Surrounding the tree are scattered plastic bags and bottles which careless sight seer's have strewn about. What others have done in disrespect to such a monument is what is disappointing. The hope's one has for seeing a 'Tree of "life"' have been scribbled on with 'T+L=Forever' and 'Henderson 9-5-2001'. It is, however, most impressive to witness a tree that has survived so much destruction. The constant stuggle it takes to heave the weight of the slightly obese visitors as they scamper up its limb for a photo has earned this tree the right to the title 'Tree of Life'. Despite the violent weather and felt tip markers, despite all this tree has endured it remains alive. It remains standing. And probably (without much more damage) could remain so for a hundred more years.
Camels!
After such a shocking visit to the 'Tree of Life' we followed directions to where a camel farm was located. The buddy that had given Tony the directions obviously had no more of an idea where the camels were kept than Tony did. This was the majority of our trip, trying to find the camel place. It was, however, most amusing to watch the newlyweds-to-be handle such a situation (map in hand). With many "Babe what are you doing?"'s and "Honey, its THIS way"'s we eventually stumbled upon the camel farm. We got out of the car and were greeted by the camel attendents (no English) who, knowing what we had come for, showed us in the direction of the camels. In order: Dominique, Me, and Tony were able to sit on the camels. The camels didn't move around much, perhaps because of their inability to. Their front feet were cuffed together with rope, hindereing them from escaping out the front gate (which was wide open). After the camel ride, excuse me, "ride" we were about to board our vehicle, when one of the Arab men signalled for us to follow and mumbled "come". He lead us to a mat where all the men took off their shoes, so (being polite) we removed ours as well and proceeded barefoot. All the men sat down cross-legged and motioned for us to do the same. In the next few seconds a bowl of dates were set before us and coffee had been poured. With what little English they knew we continued to sit and silence and take pictures (they insisted). The fact that they knew no English and invited us for a sit on their mat to enjoy coffee (though black, possibly the most deliscious coffee i've tasted) and dates completely contradicts the word language "barrier". It's amazing how much can be communicated through a simple friendly gesture. A great cultural expeience was unravelled through a thermos of coffee and a bowl of dates.
That night after much driving about, we returned to the flat and reflected on the day over slices of homemade (thanks Dom) pizza.
Day 16: Tony had a fitness test early in the morning (he finished 2nd out of 66, congrats!) so Dom and I stayed at the flat. When he came back he crashed on the couch as Dom and I made nachos then ventured out and went to the Carrefour (market inside the mall). We finished the evening off by going to get freshly made schawarma's at...Schawarma's. (schawarma's are delicious filled wraps, chicken or beef?)
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Days 11, 12, 13
These three days Tony had work so this left Dom and I unsupervised...with a kitchen, and baking ingredients.
Before our baking binge Dominique and I spent an entire day critiqueing Tony's movie collection, pre-watching all of Tony's DVD's, making sure they were up to movie watching quality. We watched 7 movies in one-sitting: 50 First Dates, Step Brother, Anchorman, Get Smart, Mr.Deeds, Bruce Almighty, and Elf. All of which surpass the standard of funny.
The next day Dom and I (mostly Dominique) rolled up our sleeves and began our twirling and whirling of baking utensils. The result? 2 batches of brownies, banana bread, banana muffins, sugar cookies, sugar cookies with kisses, and oatmeal cookies. The latter, I must admit, was (obviously) my only contribution to Dominiques bakery.
Dominique and I have also become very fond of Indian cuisine (I know, wrong country. Another travelling adventure perhaps?) We can't help ourselves. This was our second dining there and the food was absolutely mouth-watering and the service was fabulous. The name of this fine place is 'Ashas'. We are first greeted with a smile by a kind, short-haired woman who shows us to our booth seats which are covered in pillows. Once we get comfortable the woman places napkins on our laps and assures us that our waiter with be with us shortly. Within the minute a spunky little man is at our table with a basket full of Indain crisps and a bottle of water. This is Rahul. He is an Indian native who we strike up conversation with at the end of our meal. He was born and raised in India and lets us know that the people there are far more friendly than the Bahrainians. He tells us of his travels to South Africa, London, and other European countries, and his dreams of venturing to Greece. After we're done speaking with him we say our goodbyes and let him know that we'll be back for my birthday dinner. He smiles and bids us good day and lets us know that he'll be celebrating with us :)
Before our baking binge Dominique and I spent an entire day critiqueing Tony's movie collection, pre-watching all of Tony's DVD's, making sure they were up to movie watching quality. We watched 7 movies in one-sitting: 50 First Dates, Step Brother, Anchorman, Get Smart, Mr.Deeds, Bruce Almighty, and Elf. All of which surpass the standard of funny.
The next day Dom and I (mostly Dominique) rolled up our sleeves and began our twirling and whirling of baking utensils. The result? 2 batches of brownies, banana bread, banana muffins, sugar cookies, sugar cookies with kisses, and oatmeal cookies. The latter, I must admit, was (obviously) my only contribution to Dominiques bakery.
Dominique and I have also become very fond of Indian cuisine (I know, wrong country. Another travelling adventure perhaps?) We can't help ourselves. This was our second dining there and the food was absolutely mouth-watering and the service was fabulous. The name of this fine place is 'Ashas'. We are first greeted with a smile by a kind, short-haired woman who shows us to our booth seats which are covered in pillows. Once we get comfortable the woman places napkins on our laps and assures us that our waiter with be with us shortly. Within the minute a spunky little man is at our table with a basket full of Indain crisps and a bottle of water. This is Rahul. He is an Indian native who we strike up conversation with at the end of our meal. He was born and raised in India and lets us know that the people there are far more friendly than the Bahrainians. He tells us of his travels to South Africa, London, and other European countries, and his dreams of venturing to Greece. After we're done speaking with him we say our goodbyes and let him know that we'll be back for my birthday dinner. He smiles and bids us good day and lets us know that he'll be celebrating with us :)
Friday, April 23, 2010
Days 7,8,9
These past three days Tony has been off work so we've been able to get out a bit more and do some fun stuff, here it is:
Day 7:
We went wakeboarding!!! Dom and I went out with Tony and his buddies and rented a boat and jet ski's. The water is VERY salty here, we found that out reeeal quick. After many attempts at "getting up" on the wakeboard my parched gob hole tasted as though I had eaten a certain cultural restaurant full of sodium-injected tortilla chips, but in good news, we all eventually got up wakeboarding! This couldnt have been a more perfect day weather-wise to be out on the wake. After soaking up much sunshine we returned to the flat and replenished our raisined body's with electrolytes and water. That evening Dom and I created a mexican fiesta, rolling beans and cheeses into our grande burritos and making homemade tortilla chips (Bahrain lacks the selling of tortilla chips in their grocery stores :( ... )
By overcoming our minor setback with genius thinking dinner was muy delicioso!
Day 8:
can...not...move. Obviously wakeboarding uses much more muscles than thought. Our soreness however was much forgotten after the decadent breakfast made with great culinary skill by the one-and-only Chef Dominique. The day was spent vegging out, I mean, recovering on the couch. That evening we decided to step outside and show a bit of our competative sides. Go-carting! Twin-engine. Super-fast ;). For the majority of the race Dominique was in the lead, with me in clooose second. Yup, we left the boys to eat our dust. However I was soon passed, and finished in very close third. In my defense my right tire stopped touching the ground and the axles were, uh, not cooperating... yea.
Day 9:
Thursday evening was spent at City Center including dinner and a movie. Dinner consisted of Asian food at 'Memories' and language barriers between staff and customer, that however did not keep us from enjoying the delicious food. After dining we had almost an hour before the movie started. Hmmm... how to kill an hour in a mall? What to do? A scavenger hunt of course! :D We created a list from items selected at random, divided ourselves into teams of two, and set out to rumage through the mall.
OUR LIST:
-ice cream cone
-kayak
-giant teddy bear
-'DD' bra
-nike shocks
-bible (english)
-frying pan
-cartman doll
-akon c.d.
-4k diamond necklace
-american flag
-green socks
The way this scavenger hunt was conducted was that once a team found an item they must take a picture of it with whatever photographical device they had, then they could cross it off their list. The team with the most items wins. The team with the least, well, the male of that team had to eat something from a bucket full of random sea creatures caught by a fellow Navy bud.
The movie we saw that evening was 'Clash Of The Titans' in 3-D. Very good movie! Very 3-D! I must say, well spent evening :)
Day 7:
We went wakeboarding!!! Dom and I went out with Tony and his buddies and rented a boat and jet ski's. The water is VERY salty here, we found that out reeeal quick. After many attempts at "getting up" on the wakeboard my parched gob hole tasted as though I had eaten a certain cultural restaurant full of sodium-injected tortilla chips, but in good news, we all eventually got up wakeboarding! This couldnt have been a more perfect day weather-wise to be out on the wake. After soaking up much sunshine we returned to the flat and replenished our raisined body's with electrolytes and water. That evening Dom and I created a mexican fiesta, rolling beans and cheeses into our grande burritos and making homemade tortilla chips (Bahrain lacks the selling of tortilla chips in their grocery stores :( ... )
By overcoming our minor setback with genius thinking dinner was muy delicioso!
Day 8:
can...not...move. Obviously wakeboarding uses much more muscles than thought. Our soreness however was much forgotten after the decadent breakfast made with great culinary skill by the one-and-only Chef Dominique. The day was spent vegging out, I mean, recovering on the couch. That evening we decided to step outside and show a bit of our competative sides. Go-carting! Twin-engine. Super-fast ;). For the majority of the race Dominique was in the lead, with me in clooose second. Yup, we left the boys to eat our dust. However I was soon passed, and finished in very close third. In my defense my right tire stopped touching the ground and the axles were, uh, not cooperating... yea.
Day 9:
Thursday evening was spent at City Center including dinner and a movie. Dinner consisted of Asian food at 'Memories' and language barriers between staff and customer, that however did not keep us from enjoying the delicious food. After dining we had almost an hour before the movie started. Hmmm... how to kill an hour in a mall? What to do? A scavenger hunt of course! :D We created a list from items selected at random, divided ourselves into teams of two, and set out to rumage through the mall.
OUR LIST:
-ice cream cone
-kayak
-giant teddy bear
-'DD' bra
-nike shocks
-bible (english)
-frying pan
-cartman doll
-akon c.d.
-4k diamond necklace
-american flag
-green socks
The way this scavenger hunt was conducted was that once a team found an item they must take a picture of it with whatever photographical device they had, then they could cross it off their list. The team with the most items wins. The team with the least, well, the male of that team had to eat something from a bucket full of random sea creatures caught by a fellow Navy bud.
The movie we saw that evening was 'Clash Of The Titans' in 3-D. Very good movie! Very 3-D! I must say, well spent evening :)
Monday, April 19, 2010
Days 3,4,5,6
Day 3:
Definetly jet lagged. I woke to a sunshiny day and meandered upstairs to the workout room. When I walk in I'm hit with the smell of artificial rose slash hospital. Its barely tolerable, but i suppose it beats B.O... It is however a beautiful room with all the machines and weights necessary for proper excercising, complete with a fantastic view overlooking the city and beyond. This gym doesn't even look like its been touched, im sure it has, but Bahraini's tend to keep everything so spotless (hence the febreeze spritzer mounted on the gym wall that automatically spits the intoxicating aroma of floral anesthesia every like 20 seconds)
But yes, they are a tidy bunch.
My workout went well and i was feeling amazing and was totally pumped to start my day. When i came back to the room everyone was still asleep so, of course being the gentlewoman that I am, I quietly curled up and started reading my new book. Not even halfway through a page i was passed out . Bam. Nxt thing i knew, it was evening. My day was lost in my sweet dreams. Little did i know that, in addition to this trip, i would be travelling to the Land of Nod quite frequently. Thanks time change...
Day 4,5,6:
These 3 days Dominique and I were left to our lonesome while Tony worked. What ever us women to do?? Well i say "if the suns ashinin' why be whinin'??". And here, the sun definetly be ashinin'. Dominique and i have acquired quite the routine:
10:00am - Awakwen (must not be waken prior to...or else (Tony knows better))
11:15am - Tony leaves for work (very punctual. MUST BE 11:15!)
Noonish - Bikini time. Soak up much needed sunshine! Thank Jesus for rooftop pools. :)
1:00pm - Hike a good 5 miles (roundtrip) to the City Center mall, sprinting through intersections and avoiding the drivers from hell(pedestrians are not yeilded for here, however, rare occasion, we were kindly let cross by 3 people today...yay us.)
2:00pm - Arrive @ City Center (yes...it takes an hour.) aaannd shop :), this mall has 3 levels and is HUGE! We still have not covered the entire mall after 3 days of wandering through and spending money. Apparently the American people are not trusted much when shopping, we've been noticebly followed and stared at by employees, its very uncomfortable. It gets to the point where you feel awkward because you know their staring at you so you dont want to look guilty, but come off looking guilty anyways because your trying not too. We just end up leaving. Kudos employee, you win. Oh yes i WAS planning on pocketing that maniken, but now that your standing there, well...
oh, and they have a grocery store in the mall, whooda thunk. We've had very interesting finds at this store where we've goggled at quail eggs, copious amounts of rice, and enough fish to start an ocean.
4-5:00ish - Leave City Center. It gets dark aroung 7:00 here so we give ourselves plenty of time to head to the flat before dark. Its usually much cooler by this time, and it feels amazing. Theres still that warmth but a cool breeze adds just a touch more of paradise. I am in LOVE with the weather.
The walk home also includes numerous palm trees and the occasional after work cricket match or volleyball game. Both played like all sports should be played; barefooted, in the sand.
6:00 - HOME! Who knew walking used so much leg? I have muscles on the back of my knees what? No, doubt we will have the finest legs when we come home ;) that and our tan to compliment.
But yes, we are sore, tired, and ready to veg on the couch for the remainder of our evening. movies and food.
Could i ask for a better way to spend my day? i think not.
Keep posted more to come of course!
- oh and as a side note, it's Doms fault theres no photos. she left her camera cord at home so no way of downloading. Bummer. We are making sure to take lots of pics though. Will definetly post and show everyone when we get home!
Definetly jet lagged. I woke to a sunshiny day and meandered upstairs to the workout room. When I walk in I'm hit with the smell of artificial rose slash hospital. Its barely tolerable, but i suppose it beats B.O... It is however a beautiful room with all the machines and weights necessary for proper excercising, complete with a fantastic view overlooking the city and beyond. This gym doesn't even look like its been touched, im sure it has, but Bahraini's tend to keep everything so spotless (hence the febreeze spritzer mounted on the gym wall that automatically spits the intoxicating aroma of floral anesthesia every like 20 seconds)
But yes, they are a tidy bunch.
My workout went well and i was feeling amazing and was totally pumped to start my day. When i came back to the room everyone was still asleep so, of course being the gentlewoman that I am, I quietly curled up and started reading my new book. Not even halfway through a page i was passed out . Bam. Nxt thing i knew, it was evening. My day was lost in my sweet dreams. Little did i know that, in addition to this trip, i would be travelling to the Land of Nod quite frequently. Thanks time change...
Day 4,5,6:
These 3 days Dominique and I were left to our lonesome while Tony worked. What ever us women to do?? Well i say "if the suns ashinin' why be whinin'??". And here, the sun definetly be ashinin'. Dominique and i have acquired quite the routine:
10:00am - Awakwen (must not be waken prior to...or else (Tony knows better))
11:15am - Tony leaves for work (very punctual. MUST BE 11:15!)
Noonish - Bikini time. Soak up much needed sunshine! Thank Jesus for rooftop pools. :)
1:00pm - Hike a good 5 miles (roundtrip) to the City Center mall, sprinting through intersections and avoiding the drivers from hell(pedestrians are not yeilded for here, however, rare occasion, we were kindly let cross by 3 people today...yay us.)
2:00pm - Arrive @ City Center (yes...it takes an hour.) aaannd shop :), this mall has 3 levels and is HUGE! We still have not covered the entire mall after 3 days of wandering through and spending money. Apparently the American people are not trusted much when shopping, we've been noticebly followed and stared at by employees, its very uncomfortable. It gets to the point where you feel awkward because you know their staring at you so you dont want to look guilty, but come off looking guilty anyways because your trying not too. We just end up leaving. Kudos employee, you win. Oh yes i WAS planning on pocketing that maniken, but now that your standing there, well...
oh, and they have a grocery store in the mall, whooda thunk. We've had very interesting finds at this store where we've goggled at quail eggs, copious amounts of rice, and enough fish to start an ocean.
4-5:00ish - Leave City Center. It gets dark aroung 7:00 here so we give ourselves plenty of time to head to the flat before dark. Its usually much cooler by this time, and it feels amazing. Theres still that warmth but a cool breeze adds just a touch more of paradise. I am in LOVE with the weather.
The walk home also includes numerous palm trees and the occasional after work cricket match or volleyball game. Both played like all sports should be played; barefooted, in the sand.
6:00 - HOME! Who knew walking used so much leg? I have muscles on the back of my knees what? No, doubt we will have the finest legs when we come home ;) that and our tan to compliment.
But yes, we are sore, tired, and ready to veg on the couch for the remainder of our evening. movies and food.
Could i ask for a better way to spend my day? i think not.
Keep posted more to come of course!
- oh and as a side note, it's Doms fault theres no photos. she left her camera cord at home so no way of downloading. Bummer. We are making sure to take lots of pics though. Will definetly post and show everyone when we get home!
Friday, April 16, 2010
Day 2
soooo, we didnt work out last night... instead we made up for that this morning. After getting all squeeky clean we headed to the mall, which by the way has a waterpark INSIDE OF IT! We of course didnt buy anything because all of the good stuff costs to much, why does it have to be that way? After the mall we ventured over to the Bahrain Museum and got my picture taken with my matching shirt twin (on his insistence) heehee. We then finished our evening with a fancy dinner where they served our food on swords. preeeetty sweet :)
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Day 1
Today was our official first day in Bahrain. We got in safely last night, and didnt fall asleep until 5a.m. Bahrainian time The sun was juuust peeking up over the city buildings and in Bahrain everyones day was beginning when our late evening was coming to a close. Our day began at 12p.m. :)
Today we went grocery shopping at the navy base and got lots of fruits and veggies, yummo! I am now watching Dom and Tony make cookies and tonight we plan on working out in the gym upstairs in Tony's apartment and polishing the day off with episodes of "the office". Honestly, cant get any better than this :)
Today we went grocery shopping at the navy base and got lots of fruits and veggies, yummo! I am now watching Dom and Tony make cookies and tonight we plan on working out in the gym upstairs in Tony's apartment and polishing the day off with episodes of "the office". Honestly, cant get any better than this :)
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Carlos
O'Hare (chicago) -> Abu Dabi:
17 hour flight. Need I say more?
But before I complain, I would like to introduce everyone to Carlos. The little Mexican baggage boy for Etihad Airways. Now Carlos was somethin'; Slicked back hair, a killer suit, all that and a bag of beans. He also stood no taller than my shoulder... and boy did he have the hots for the pretty blonde lady in the sweats ;), as Dominique handed him our passports, he took them with a grin. His shaky hands flipped through the pages, and he furrowed his brow in confusion "Visa ma'am?" (apparently handing him the passport flipped RIGHT to the page of her visa wasn't helpful enough) Dominique kindly flipped back to the page where her visa was and pointed, "ahhh!". Yes Carlos.
We met up with Carlos a little later at the gate where we were due to departure. He asked us when we were planning on coming back... what the heck. As we boarded the plane we joked about our little carlos, and how he'll probably switch up his work schedule to where he'll "just happen" to be working on the day we arrive back to Chicago. Just as we are getting comfortable in our seats a small, dark man comes running onto the plane... oh dear. Its Carlos. His hands (still shaking) extend toward Dominique with a piece of paper. "When you get back" he grins. As he departs dom and I look down at the piece of paper. It was his number. Cute.
Our 17 hour flight consisted of 3 new releases (All About Steve, some movie set in the 1800's where one lover ends up dying and the other strolls about the forest mourning the rest of her days, aaaand another one. T.V, hindu food (yum?), "cheese crackers" which were dubbed cat food by Dominique Kaplan, the only brave one to try them (she did however end up eating the whole bag...)and lack of sleep. I still don't remember when the last time i've slept was and due to my forgettfullness its probably been awhile. We've lost a day; travelling to Bahrain, which is 10 hours ahead from Oregon time, but only to gain one back when we travel home. And actually sleep doesn't sound like a bad idea. So night for now y'all. Keep readding up cuase i'll keep the blogs coming.
17 hour flight. Need I say more?
But before I complain, I would like to introduce everyone to Carlos. The little Mexican baggage boy for Etihad Airways. Now Carlos was somethin'; Slicked back hair, a killer suit, all that and a bag of beans. He also stood no taller than my shoulder... and boy did he have the hots for the pretty blonde lady in the sweats ;), as Dominique handed him our passports, he took them with a grin. His shaky hands flipped through the pages, and he furrowed his brow in confusion "Visa ma'am?" (apparently handing him the passport flipped RIGHT to the page of her visa wasn't helpful enough) Dominique kindly flipped back to the page where her visa was and pointed, "ahhh!". Yes Carlos.
We met up with Carlos a little later at the gate where we were due to departure. He asked us when we were planning on coming back... what the heck. As we boarded the plane we joked about our little carlos, and how he'll probably switch up his work schedule to where he'll "just happen" to be working on the day we arrive back to Chicago. Just as we are getting comfortable in our seats a small, dark man comes running onto the plane... oh dear. Its Carlos. His hands (still shaking) extend toward Dominique with a piece of paper. "When you get back" he grins. As he departs dom and I look down at the piece of paper. It was his number. Cute.
Our 17 hour flight consisted of 3 new releases (All About Steve, some movie set in the 1800's where one lover ends up dying and the other strolls about the forest mourning the rest of her days, aaaand another one. T.V, hindu food (yum?), "cheese crackers" which were dubbed cat food by Dominique Kaplan, the only brave one to try them (she did however end up eating the whole bag...)and lack of sleep. I still don't remember when the last time i've slept was and due to my forgettfullness its probably been awhile. We've lost a day; travelling to Bahrain, which is 10 hours ahead from Oregon time, but only to gain one back when we travel home. And actually sleep doesn't sound like a bad idea. So night for now y'all. Keep readding up cuase i'll keep the blogs coming.
BAHRAIN! what??
Yes. Bahrain. For me personally this is a much needed vaca. but to Dominique this trip is much more than that... a surprise visit to see her fiance. And why am I here you ask, well to blog about it of course. ;)
Here our adventure begins...
PDX -> Midway (chicago): The fam takes us to the Portland Airport and says their temporary goodbyes. Dom and I make it just in time to get into the baggage checking line before a herd of college track and fielders come shuffling in behind us. (mind you we would not have been so lucky if it were'nt for our fathers satanic driving). Despite our luck it still took a good 45 minutes to get through the line. By then it was almost time to board, so we booked it to (and through) security. We started running to our gate only to be slowed by "someone" who decided to wear heels to the airport(judging by the massive blister on her bunion I doubt she'll be doing that again...) We finally make it to check-in and (thank you Jesus!) are the last, flying standby, to board. Because of our lack of time perception we are split up on the plane. There I meet a very interesting middle-aged man who, during our conversation, shares with me that "its best to travel while your still young" (duh.)
and why not?? I'm young, I'm able. I believe this is something that I should snatch up before its too late. Celebrate my youth before its taken from me. But wait, does this mean I have to stop having fun when I turn "old". Hell no. I'm a big fan of "life's too short" but I say life's too long to not do anything but wallow in "over-the-hill" excuses. Why not live life to it's full potential? live it! We got time. But we have to start right now.
Here our adventure begins...
PDX -> Midway (chicago): The fam takes us to the Portland Airport and says their temporary goodbyes. Dom and I make it just in time to get into the baggage checking line before a herd of college track and fielders come shuffling in behind us. (mind you we would not have been so lucky if it were'nt for our fathers satanic driving). Despite our luck it still took a good 45 minutes to get through the line. By then it was almost time to board, so we booked it to (and through) security. We started running to our gate only to be slowed by "someone" who decided to wear heels to the airport(judging by the massive blister on her bunion I doubt she'll be doing that again...) We finally make it to check-in and (thank you Jesus!) are the last, flying standby, to board. Because of our lack of time perception we are split up on the plane. There I meet a very interesting middle-aged man who, during our conversation, shares with me that "its best to travel while your still young" (duh.)
and why not?? I'm young, I'm able. I believe this is something that I should snatch up before its too late. Celebrate my youth before its taken from me. But wait, does this mean I have to stop having fun when I turn "old". Hell no. I'm a big fan of "life's too short" but I say life's too long to not do anything but wallow in "over-the-hill" excuses. Why not live life to it's full potential? live it! We got time. But we have to start right now.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Gone Travelin'
You ever feel like your destined to do something, yet have no idea why you have such a passion to do it? Thats me. I'm going places, lots of places, warm places! I'm going to travel. My life is just beginning and I want to start living! My motto is to make every moment count, and when you look back, have no regrets. Whats the point of regretting something when its already happened... Life is a learning experience, and it should be enjoyed!
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