June 19, 2013

What We've Resort(ed) to

When it comes to seeing the world together, the man and I make most of our major travel plans... apart. More specifically, he is at work and I'm left alone for like an hour too long and end up leaving him six voicemails, twelve emails, and ultimately putting our names down for a few pricey plane rides and a little stay somewhere on the other side of the planet. Hey, it's worked before

We have both been cruising at autobahn speeds for the past few months and I started to worry that if we didn't actually book a trip, all good excuses for one would simply slip on by us. We will be celebrating our fifth, FIFTH! (What?!) anniversary this fall and we haven't taken a proper vacation together for a few years so there was nothing really holding us back. Yet it still took a few sleepless nights and long phone calls during the day for us to finally decide to make our move.

Even though I probably could have rattled off our vacation wish-list by heart after the past few years of daydreaming, vacations are crazy-expensive, new places can be a risky, and there are important decisions to be made: should we get the room that we could swim to the bar from or the one with a private bridge to the buffets?? But at the end of the day, all we really want is some quality time together in a beautiful place, a little adventure, and a lot of fun... but towels shaped like swans and a few pina coladas couldn't hurt. 

So we finally decided to book our anniversary getaway to... Jamaica!! We are crazy excited and can't wait for November! That gives me just about 5 months to build up my fake tan and island accent. 

Jamaica dreamin

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{ fyi : We booked our trip through cheapcarribbean and we will be staying at Secret's St James resort- we honeymooned at Secret's Capri and would absolutely recommend them to anyone! }

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June 06, 2013

She was a Dayyyy-tripper!

Sometimes, when the world that is spinning around you seems to be traveling in an equal, and opposite, direction than your mind- the ticket is to hop on a train and head due south. We decided to take an early morning Amtrak ride, my first on a train, to San Diego with our only destination being brunch at Croce's restaurant in the historic Gaslamp district. After hopping on the train in San Juan Capistrano (literally. who knew these things barely come to a stop? and there was no conductor with neat little hat yelling "all aboard! going to San Diego!", which would have helped immensely), we found seats on the top by the window so we could watch the coast roll by. 




We arrived at the downtown station with an hour to spare so we walked along the harbor and pointed out names of ships and islands and stuff boys seem to just naturally know. I worried about my hat flying off, which it eventually did, because one can only walk around with a manta-ray on their heads on a breezy day for so long. 



Manta-ray's make better sea creatures than hats. No, I couldn't see a thing.


Obviously, between the delicious brunch, exploring downtown, and a thrilling purchase of a picnic blanket and cheap wine in tiny plastic bottles that we didn't drink, we were enjoying ourselves too much to snap any more photos. It was a great way to spend an afternoon, but honestly, we were both a little anxious to get home...


To this man. Arthur is doing better, not by leaps and bounds just yet, but he is walking around and able to get himself in and out of bed. Poor little dude. He wears his "helmet" to keep him from licking his paws and getting...um...indigestion... not because of his leg. But come on. This belongs in an ASPCA ad with Sarah Mclachlan in the background. We're hopeful he gets all better soon, we're running out of reasons to tell him why he can't play ball with the other kids.  But in the meantime, we have the help of our Saint Francis. He has been a resident of this house for almost 20 years, and as the Patron Saint of Animals (see him holding a pigeon? or a dove...), I don't think he minds the few layers of bird leavings. 



Tired, happy, daytripper feet, home just in time for the sunset.

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