Spanish Adventures: Day 2
Word of the day: Explore. After the debacles of the rain-drenched arrival, Michelle and I had zero clue as to where we really were. Yes, we were on the Costa de Sol, but from the view of our first floor condo overlooking the pool, it felt as if we had stepped into a scene from I Am Legend and were the lone survivors. It was peaceful, but eerinly quiet. Michelle’s a map person. She studies them as if she’s going into the barre exam for the third time. Me on the other hand, I’m focused on just getting there in the most direct, efficient manner. So after a night of nine, uninterrupted hours of sleep, a couple of cups of coffee, shower and clean clothes, we made our way to the outdoors where the skies had finally parted and spots of blue began to...
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Thirty hours of aiports, security scans, passport stamps and dragging heavy luggage, Michelle and I finally arrive at our condo in Marbella, Spain. It wasn’t easy though. When I asked Michelle to summarize the day in one word, she said, “chaos.” I chose “adventure,” yet I struggled to commit to this term. One word just didn’t feel like enought, I felt more subject to “character-building.” Somewhere in between, the terms summarized our day. Let me first say, that neither of us, put a lot of thought into this trip. This adds to the “adventure” part, but the “chaos” commenced from the time we landed in Rome to the time we walked through the door of our Marbella condo. All we had was a plane...
Read MoreWhy I’m Happy to Call America Home
International travel should be a requirement of all US-born Americans. There’s no better way to appreciate the privileges, rights and freedoms Americans have than to spend a week in a foreign country. Even during a period of crazy Capitol Hill bickering and ram-it-down-our-throat legislation, the spirit of American rooted in ideals of freedom, tolerance, giving, caring and hard-work can not be denied. So in my week long journey up the Nile and across the desert lands of Egypt, I made a list of the things I’m thankful for and why I’m so happy to call America home. Trash cans and landfills – Trash cans are in short-supply outside hotel rooms in Egypt. Even more so, landfills, as many throw trash on the ground or in the local rivers....
Read MoreMy Western Civ. class retake: What I relearned in Egypt?
My bag is unpacked, the laundry’s done, souvenirs are unwrapped and tucked away into their new home, and photos have been downloaded and transferred to my Flickr page. But the post-trip rituals don’t stop there. No, there are many stories to tell. However, since my online connections were limited to a brief 10 minute moment in the Luxor Airport where there was only time to update my Facebook status and respond to a few tweets, I had to hold the stories until I got out of ancient Egypt and into modern America. So for the next week or so, I’m going to focus and write about the funny, the tiring, frustrating, and educational moments in my week long visit to the cradle of Western Civilization. My sophomore year, I had to take a Western Civ. class...
Read MoreFlat Iron Stays Home
Preparing for my Egypt adventure was nothing short of a crash course in world conversion rates for electronics. After all, who really reads the manual from your flat iron or hairdryer? 110/120V, what’s that? Well, it seems the US voltage rate is less than other parts of the world, where it’s 240V. Translation: my flat iron will not work outside the US. It seems these devices don’t even work with a power converter. A small detail I failed to recognize until I read the small print from the $40 adapter/converter I purchased on a trip to Italy 5 years ago. I say all this all because come Wednesday when it’s time to wash and style my hair, the flat iron will be absent. It’ll be tucked away in my drawer at home, leaving me to fiend the...
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