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It Takes Time

When it comes to travel, sometimes getting where you want to go is half the battle.

Six years ago when we took our first trip to Playa del Carmen, Mexico, it was easy to find a direct flight (to Cancun, at least, which is about a 45 minute drive from Playa). This year we struggled to find any flight that worked with our plans (you know, without a massive layover) — let alone a direct one.

We absolutely love the U.S. and British Virgin Islands, but even though they’re relatively nearby it takes at least one very long day of travel to reach them. When you add up all of the modes of transportation — car, subway, airplane, taxi, ferryboat, taxi — you can imagine two exhausted travelers dragging themselves toward the check-in desk.

I’ll admit we’re older than we used to be, but it definitely feels like it’s getting more and more difficult to book a quick getaway. And, generally speaking, we have to keep our trips short because we both hold jobs in the “no-vacation nation,” where time off is treated as a perk and people only use about half of the time off they have available.

That’s not to say our employers aren’t willing to grant our vacation time requests. On the contrary, they’re typically delighted and supportive of a well-deserved break (yes, we’re lucky and we know it!). But no matter what the reason for a short getaway, it’s frustrating to book a five-day vacation where days one and five are both dedicated to travel.

Making the Most of It

Of course, even the shortest of trips can be excellent if you use your time wisely.

For example, when we booked a quick visit to the Bahamas for our wedding anniversary, I scheduled a massage for shortly after we arrived. It helped me cast off the (admittedly mild) travel stress and downshift into vacation mode right away.

We’ve also done our best to schedule some kind of excursion — a sailing trip, SCUBA, etc. — for the morning after we arrive. That way we get up and get our first day started at a reasonable hour. If we want to sit on the beach or by the pool for the rest of our trip that’s fine, but pre-planning for that first morning or day helps us embrace the fact that we’re on vacation.

I’m also fortunate to be married to a planner. Zeke enjoys looking at all of the review websites and picking out places we can explore, possible dinner locations, and anything else that catches his eye. Sometimes we stick to those loose plans for dinner at a Greek restaurant a few blocks from our hotel and other times we toss that idea out the window and opt for the local fare across the street, but it’s always nice to have a few possibilities in mind before we’re trying to decide what to do next.

What are your tips and tricks for getting the most out of a short getaway?

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You Can’t Control the Weather…

A Rain Storm Over Playa Del Carmen, MX

A rainstorm over Playa Del Carmen, Mexico

When you think of the Mexican Riveria you often think of 80-degree sun-filled days with the occasional lazy shower bringing just enough rain cool off the sand. The reality can be a little different. I’m not saying the weather was cold; we live in Pittsburgh, we know cold. The weather felt very comfortable, though the locals considered it chilly. For them it meant putting on a long-sleeve shirt instead of a short-sleeve one.

But we did have one big weather problem: WIND!

The wind from the east was racing across the water creating swells of almost five feet. The problem with that is the crystal clear water you’re used to seeing is more like looking through the brown glass of a beer bottle. The other serious problem is with waves like that the harbor master closes the port, shutting down all boat traffic except for very large ferry boats. That meant our SCUBA trip out to a reef was a no-go.

Plan B

We were fortunate that the Yucatan has an abundance of cenotes.  A cenote is a natural pit or sinkhole created when the roof of a cave in an underground river system falls in and exposes the water. The small lakes are filled with fresh, clear water and are a great place to go for a swim when the sea isn’t an option. So we piled into a taxi cab (a whole different adventure in itself, see Taxi Cab Confessional to hear about that) and headed down the road to one of these amazing watering holes. The original trip to the reef was to leave off the beach right in front of the hotel, this was a 20-minute drive.

Eden Cenote

We pulled up to Cenote Jardin del Eden or Eden Cenote and knew it was a great idea. Unfortunately so did every other dive shop. The country has 6,000 cenotes and every shop in Playa del Carmen decided to spend the day at this one.  The 2-3 acre pool was packed with at least 30 divers. The water was much chiller than the sea water, too. We were fortunate to be wearing wetsuits.

The dive was very different than our last one as we followed our instructor in a lap around the pool over boulders and logs.  We were able to observe small fish, most the size of a finger, one or two maybe the size of your hand. The grey limestone, dull pewter fish, and green aquatic moss were muted and earthy — a very stark contrast compared to the bright yellows, blues and reds of a coral reef.

The place was crowded; we often bumped into other divers or were cut off by swimmers.  I was kicked hard in the face once by our own instructor. We just didn’t have a lot of space to move.

The idea of diving can be nerve-wracking for some, especially the anxiety prone like Amanda. After being bumped around a few too many times on our first lap, she tapped out and spent the next dive sitting on the dock letting the tiny fish nibble at her toes. I don’t fault her in the least for taking a seat. You are there to enjoy yourself, she tried it and had her fun, and then got out before there was a problem. For safety’s sake, getting out before having a panic attack 40 feet underwater was the wise choice.

I think it’s always good to push your limits, but knowing those limits before you push past them is even more important.  The experience was interesting and unique in a lot of ways. I mean when you describe it to someone it sounds cool: “I went SCUBA diving in collapsed cave in the middle of the jungle.” I wouldn’t mind using Scuba Playa again.  They did the best they could in a less-than-ideal weather situation.

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It Doesn’t Have to Be Mexican to Be Good

I know we’ve talked a lot about getting to know the local communities when you travel.  We do believe that you should take some time to walk around the town with your eyes and ears open to get a feeling for what makes the town tick.

The key to that is to avoid being stuck in the resort bubble where the world is catering to your most-likely “western” and “American” sensibilities. But that doesn’t mean that just because you’re in Mexico you need to eat tacos and because you’re in Italy you have to eat pasta. It just means supporting the local restaurateurs, each of whom is trying to carve a niche for themselves in the crowded restaurant market — especially in hot tourist spot like Playa Del Carmen.

Milos Greek Kitchen

The first restaurant we visited is Milos Restaurant (at Calle 38 Norte Mz Lt 2 Centro), about a 20 minute walk north of our hotel.  The small Greek restaurant sits about a block off the beach and from the patio seating you can see the sand and hear the rumbling of the waves.  The décor is simple, with the canopy of the porch strewn with empty wine and liquor bottles. I had the chicken gyro and Amanda had the pastichio and both were good.

Amanda has a rather high bar for the Greek lasagna-like dish, being a big fan of my mother’s version.  The walk seemed long and 5th Avenue was crowded as usual, but the little quiet oasis that allowed us to listen to the waves and watch the families walk to and from the beach was a great way to help us downshift for our vacation.

The second night we decided after a long day diving we’d get some real comfort food and settled on an Italian restaurant only about five minutes’ walk from the hotel.  The relatively new restaurant, EatItaly, is also currently displayed in review apps as Il Baretto Restaurante Pizzeria. A short walk wasn’t the only thing that brought us to an Italian restaurant in Mexico, we noticed earlier in the day that they were making their pasta from scratch.

We were given a nice seat in the corner near the railing of a raised patio where we could watch the hustle of 5th Avenue and watch the pasta maker beat the eggs and flower to make the dough before cranking it through the pasta cutter.  You haven’t eaten good pasta until you’ve eaten pasta made that day — and that goes for anywhere on the planet. The ricotta and spinach ravioli was excellent and Amanda had the four cheese rigatoni. We also enjoyed a nice red wine from Mexico, a Puerto Nuevo Cabernet-Malbec blend.

We really loved the atmosphere. It was laid back and we didn’t feel rushed.  We actually had to, in true European fashion, flag down the waiter to get our bill. The bill for a full meal including desert and wine came to about $68 USD.  We could easily spend that on a meal back home at one of her favorite restaurants. We enjoyed it so much we went back on our final night for dinner as well. Protip: They have a gelato shop attached to the restaurant with some pretty delicious desserts.

The third night we decided to go for a nice Mexican meal at Pez Vela. We didn’t have to walk far, it was down the street in the opposite direction as EatItaly. The first time we ate at Pez Vela was on our first trip to Mexico, the time we experimented with “resort style” accommodations, and escaped into town and found ourselves watching Olympic hockey at this truly Mexican restaurant.

We sat down to a nice local meal of a veggie burrito and Mayan Chicken — a thin filet of chicken with a reduced liquor sauce — and mashed potatoes. The food was as wonderful as the people watching.  We definitely recommend everyone who finds themselves in Playa eat at Pez Vela at least once. The restaurant also serves an excellent breakfast if you can drag yourself out of bed in the morning.

The most important thing to remember when eating out, even in a different country, is not to close yourself off to eating something different. But there’s also no need to leave the comfort food at home.  You know your palate, you know what you like, why suffer through a meal? Resolve to eat something new and local just once. The rest of the time eat because you enjoy the food you’re eating.

 

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Taxi Cab Confessional

A taxi cab light in Playa Del Carmen

A taxi cab light in Playa Del Carmen

I was raised in a union household. My father was a teacher for 30 years and a union member the entire time. He is still active in the union in his retirement. My mother has worked for a teachers union for more than 20 years. I am a union member as well.

But don’t worry, this blog post isn’t going to be some lefty union pitch. I’m going to tell you a story about a group of union cab drivers that make it easy to understand why the other side can dislike unions.

We had spent morning in the pool getting a quick refresher course on SCUBA diving. We had an hour to kill before our transportation arrived to take us to our dive location. We’ll save the back story of the dive location for another post.

The transportation they arranged was already running late to pick up our small group of divers. The short lunch break had already turned into an hour and a half when the van finally arrived. The van looked a lot like the ones we used to use to transport rafters to and from the river when I was a whitewater guide; a big Ford or Chevy Econoline van with several bench seats.

We got the word to load up and noticed the sense of urgency in the driver’s voice, even though we didn’t understand what he was saying. We had almost completed our boarding when two rather perturbed taxi drivers approached. We sat quietly as a long and sometimes heated discussion went on between the drivers. Our driver at one point tried to pull out but was physically blocked by one of the cab drivers standing in the road.

You see, the taxi cabs in Playa Del Carmen and most of Mexico are union-organized. The van picking us up was not part of the union and the curb in front of the dive shop was officially a taxi stand. We were eventually told to pile out of the van and sit in the shade of the dive shop while the dive shop manager, our van driver, and the taxi drivers worked things out.

The Taxi Stand at Calle 10 Norte and 5 Ave in Playa Del Carmen

The Taxi Stand at Calle 10 Norte and 5 Ave in Playa Del Carmen

At this point our dive had been delayed for two hours. There wasn’t much to do other than wait. I did recognize this as a good blog post opportunity, so I took a stroll to snap some pictures. The dive instructor was a little nervous that I would irritate the cab drivers even more, but Amanda assured him that I had plenty of experience taking pictures in sensitive situations.

The Union Pow-wow in front of Starbucks in Playa Del Carmen.

The Union Pow-wow in front of Starbucks in Playa Del Carmen.

The cab drivers eventually worked out that we would go to our dive location in two separate taxis. We had to make sure we had dry things to sit on so we didn’t mess up their seats with our wet clothes. I got nervous for the small taxis and their small tires as we rolled across the uneven and sometimes rocky road on the way to the cenote. The van we had hired had a much higher clearance and larger tires that would not have had any difficulty with the trip. The gear had gone ahead in a pickup truck.

I hate wasted time. I hate that we had to sit for almost 2 1/2 hours before we could even head to the dive site. I understand that the cab drivers are just trying to make a living. But it was ridiculous to physically hold up a vehicle that had worked out an arrangement with a individual or company from carrying passengers just because they were not a member of the union or because they got too close to the “union authorized” zone. I would have just said “please don’t park here again. If you’re going to pick up passengers you need to do it around the corner.” I guess it’s just my non-confrontational style to ask instead of making a commotion.

I can understand why some people do not like unions. I understand — especially from experiences like this, which in some countries is far too common — why some people think they have too much power. But I also remember of all the good things they have done such as arguing for fair wages and working hours. Plus, particularly in Mexico, your union cab is both heavily regulated and safer than some of the alternatives.

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A Journey’s End

I initially was going to report on our most recent trip to Mexico and the all the things that went right, wrong and our second experience with SCUBA. But before we get to that, a near 20-year journey has come to an end and we couldn’t be happier.

My first paid reporting job was in high school for the local newspaper, circulation size 32,000. It never paid very much and I wasn’t going to win any awards doing stories for the “teen-beat,” but it was an introduction to journalism and the first step in a long journey. I then began writing for a smaller community newspaper while in college and would make about $15-20 per story.  The work for The View newspaper in Boonsboro kept my skills sharp as I tried other things from retail to teaching before landing my first TV job at WHAG in Hagerstown. I will be the first to admit the news director had no business hiring me (I had no television experience), but he took a chance and gave me a career.

He gave me the chance to grow beyond what I was hired to do, allowing me to report and produce as well. He gave me a job that gave me lifelong friends but, most importantly, the chance to meet the love of my life.

I left that job with a heavy heart, wishing to stay but it wasn’t in the cards. I needed to move up and move on and try something new and see where else this accidental career could take me. I ended up not far from home. It was an hour drive to Washington, DC along a commute many of my neighbors made. I would then spend the next 11 years at WJLA/NC8 working in the heart of DC.

Zeke at WJLA

My days of covering record-breaking snowstorms are over.

I was able to witness the stuff of dreams, like  interviewing movie stars, and nightmares, like staring at bloody bodies in the street. I gained a greater perspective on life and the people who make up America.

Pittsburgh or Bust

You may know that for the last two years my wife Amanda has been pursuing an amazing career opportunity in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I have held my job here in DC, making a 4 1/2 hour commute each weekend to share as much of the little time we have together as possible. The arrangement was only supposed to last a couple of months as I searched for work in Pittsburgh. The months stretched to almost exactly 2 years.

I am happy to say that our horrible, extended separation is coming to an end. I am leaving the job and career I’ve had for more than a decade to try something new. I will get to pursue my love of learning, helping to produce educational videos for the Allegheny Health Network. More importantly, I will get to wake up after a full night’s sleep next to my wife each and every day.

I will still have the chance to flex those skills writing here for No Kids, Will Travel.  I just won’t be paid for it anymore and won’t find myself spending eight hours each weekend traveling the Pennsylvania Turnpike just to see my wife for a few hours. We will get back to stories about our adventures (and misadventures) in Mexico next week, for now I’m just going think about what to do with all the time I’ll have tomorrow not traveling.

I simply cannot wait to try something new.

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The Art of the Carry-On

All I need for a 5 day trip to Playa del Carmen, Mexico.

All I need for a 5 day trip to Playa del Carmen, Mexico.

We here at No Kids like to think we have mastered the art of the carry-on. We know there are those who hear our words of advocacy and will never know its truth, but we promise the word of the carry-on is less is more. More time, less hassle, fewer fees. I can’t remember the last time we went on a trip for a week or less and felt the need to pack more than a rolling carry-on and one personal item (usually a camera bag for me, Amanda totes our little blue backpack with all of our flag patches).

You need to follow a few rules to make carry-on life work. The first rule of carry-on is it’s got to be a carry on. Do not try to sneak some oversized backpack or suitcase past the gate; it won’t fit in the over head, you’ll try to make it fit, hold up the line and just look like an asshole to the rest of the passengers. Here’s a quick list of the measurements broken down by airline.

United Airlines, American Airlines, and Delta – 22”x9”x14” (Yes, The Wheels Count!)

Alaska Airlines 24” x 10” x 17”

Frontier Airlines 24” x 10” x 16”

JetBlue 24” x 10” x 16”

Southwest 24” x 10” x 16”

Virgin America 24” x 10” x 16”

You’ll want to try to keep the weight to 25 pounds or less.

Your personal item should be smaller than your carry-on. United Airlines actually limits the size to 17” x 9” x 10”. The rule of thumb is that it must fit under the seat in front of you, because it has to be stowed for take-off and landing.

When you’re choosing a carry-on or personal item, make it something durable. I once had to listen to a lady complain how she didn’t want her bag placed in the overhead or under the seat because she didn’t want it scratched. I joined the flight attendant in some dramatic eye rolling.

Packing

I generally try to pack light, by accepting that I am an over-packer at heart. After all, the first step in overcoming any problem is admitting to yourself that it is a problem.

I take only the clothes needed, and tend to wear the same outfit to and from the destination. I suggest trying to find outfits that are multipurpose, too. I like to pack a pair of trunks or slacks that are good for the pool and for walking around town without looking like I’m in a swim suit. I am also a proponent of getting laundry done at your destination.  It doesn’t matter if you need go to a laundromat, which is an interesting cultural experience in itself, or send out one or two garments with the hotel valet.  The odds are that what you end up spending at the laundromat or the valet will still be less than the fee many airlines charge for a checked bag.

I also try not to take a lot of gear. I’m a photographer, so it’s easy for me to over-pack my cameras and lenses.  I’ve learned something over the years, unless it’s exotic or a once-in-a-lifetime trip, just taking the body and a wide-angle lens is usually enough. For snapshots my phone does a pretty good job. The same goes for books, whether it be a paperback or journal, I try my best not to take them and rely on e-readers. Again, I can use my phone to dictate my journal entries then print or copy them over when we get home. A great reason for limiting what you take is because it is less to worry about leaving behind on your way home.

So, for your sanity and your pocketbook, pack light.

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Flying Rights

Cancelled FlightsI know we touched on this topic a bit last year in our post A Flying First as we described some of the pitfalls of air travel in the winter months. This weekend’s blizzard on the east coast of the U.S. led to the cancellation of thousands of flights and the complete closure of some airports, like Washington Dulles and Charlotte International, and makes a reminder about your rights as a passenger even more timely.

Most airlines do try to work with passengers when the major delay, cancellation, or airport closure happens. As inconvenienced travelers, we need to remember airline employees are human beings in a difficult situation. They’re not trying to screw you over. There is a limit to what they can do, either according to company policy or the laws of physics. Please don’t take your frustration out on them.  That said, if you feel the airline isn’t giving you a fair deal you do have rights.

The federal government has instituted a Passenger Bill of Rights that covers what the airlines have to do if you are unfortunate enough to have a delayed or canceled flight.  The first and most important thing you need to know is that on domestic itineraries, airlines are not required by law to compensate passengers whose flights are delayed or canceled (especially since many times the delay or cancellation isn’t the direct fault of the airline). You will find that most airlines do — it’s just good business. If your flight was supposed to take you to an international destination, you’re entitled to reimbursement by filing a claim with the airline. You even have legal recourse in small claims court if they refuse. If you are “bumped” from a flight that was oversold, which is the airline’s fault, you are required to be compensated.

The best time to fly and have a chance to get out on time is the early morning. You are less likely to encounter a ripple effect, a delay caused at another airport that gradually affects other airports.

One way to avoid frustration by events like this weekend’s blizzard is to pay attention to the news. You know the news loves to make a big deal about this kind of stuff and will hit the panic button early. You’ll see possible weather related delays and cancellations a head of time.

If you get stuck in future, remember you do have some rights. But also remember in many cases you’re at the mercy of the airline; being rude won’t help, being patient will.

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A Civil Rights Tour of Washington, DC

I was raised in a politically conscious household. Both of my parents, who grew up near Washington, DC, marched for various causes in the 60s from ending the U.S. involvement in Vietnam to Civil Rights.  I grew up with tales of great civil rights leaders like Gandhi and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. as bedtime stories. The stories of these non-violent revolutionaries and their resolve to change the world resonated with me.

I was the target of bullies as a child (like a lot of kids), but I never got in a fight. I never wallowed, I was never afraid.  I wasn’t a “victim” of bullying because I never let it effect my sense of self-worth. It was the stories of civil rights leaders and their non-violent movement that gave me that resolve.

We celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day tomorrow, and it’s not a day to celebrate just one man. The holiday is a day to celebrate the legacy of everyone who has fought for civil rights, and if you are in Washington, DC you can march your way to many important and historic civil rights locations in the course of a day.

Cedar Hill

I would start off the day in Anacostia with a tour of Cedar Hill, the home of Frederick Douglass, an escaped slave who became one of the most famous abolitionists in American history. Rangers from the National Park Service lead the 30-minute tours. I suggest ordering a reserve ticket, which costs $1.50 but gives you a set tour time. The picturesque home isn’t in the best part of town, so get a reserve ticket, get Uber to drop you off at the gate and pick you up when you are done.

Supreme Court of the United States

The media awaiting the decision on Equal Marriage.

The media awaiting the decision on Equal Marriage.

The hallowed halls of the Supreme Court of the United States have been the home to some the greatest civil rights failures, like Dread Scott, and the greatest triumphs such as landmark cases like Brown v. Board of Education. The court is open for visitors and tours Monday-Friday (except federal holidays).  You enter through the plaza doors located at each side of the steps.  You DO NOT enter through the big doors at the top of the steps. The plaza is wide open marble space you’ve probably seen in the media as you watch the running of interns, when young aspiring journalists bolt across it to their various media outlets when a big decision is coming down.  You see, no phones or recording devices are permitted while the court is in session.

Lincoln Memorial

Lincoln Memorial

Lincoln Memorial

You should journey 2.5 miles west to the memorial of who may be the greatest civil rights leader, though not a pacifist by any means, Abraham Lincoln. The Greco-Roman design has 36 columns representing the number of states in the union at the time of Lincoln’s death.  The massive 16-foot statue of a seated Lincoln looking out over The Mall, and beyond that the Capitol, is flanked by engravings of his two most famous speeches, the Gettysburg Address and his second inaugural. The memorial is a monument to a man who truly took the weight of a nation and an entire people on his shoulders. The front steps are also the location where Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. gave his “I have a dream” speech, there is a plaque on the steps marking where he stood. The memorial recently dedicated to Dr. King is just a few hundred yards away, surrounded by cherry trees in the Tidal Basin. The monument of King standing apart from the Mountain of Despair is called the stone of hope to reflect victory borne of disappointment.

U Street, Northwest

U Street in Northwest Washington has been the hub of African American life in DC for generations. There you’ll find the African American Civil War Memorial that stands to remind us of the 209,145 soldiers who served in the United States Color Troupes during the Civil War. The memorial is in the Shaw neighborhood, named for Col. Robert Gould Shaw of the 54th Massachusetts regiment made truly famous in the movie Glory, featuring Mathew Broderick, Morgan Freedman and Denzel Washington.

I would finish the day at two spots just down the street, First grab a bite at famous DC eatery Ben’s Chili Bowl, the home of the half-smoke chili dog. Then you can head down to the Bohemian Caverns, a club where Duke Ellington once played, for drinks and jazz music.

 

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A Tale of Tastes

We talk a lot about getting an authentic travel experience by getting to know the places and people of the culture we’re visiting, but we don’t always live up to that standard. The biggest example for me is food. I like what I like and there isn’t much else to say.  Still, I’m willing to try anything, especially if it is a local dish from a region we’re visiting.

What’s on That Skewer?

We were traveling in Greece with my family and sat down to eat at a taverna and found the restaurant menu was all in Greek (go figure). My father and I didn’t bother to wait for a translation and used our embarrassingly limited Greek to place an order. I have to say, if you never had goat before it’s an under-rated meat. The roasted souvlaki* (meat and veggies on a skewer) was lean, tender and gently seasoned.  I am not a huge fan of red meat, my main staple of protein in chicken, but now and then crave a burger or meat sauce. So having goat wasn’t out of the realm and gave me a story like this to tell.

Mmmm… Conch

Conch FrittersOur recent trip to Nassau was another chance to try something new. We walked from downtown Nassau to Fish Fry, a small community of restaurants just to the north of town that specializes in local fare.  The Bahamas are famous for their use of conch (yes, the snail-like creatures that live in the pretty shells) for cooking. I wanted to try some conch fritters. Balls of ground up conch, batter-dipped and deep fried. The look from the outside wasn’t much different than a serving of hushpuppies (a ball of fried dough).  I don’t like sea food, so with the ample application of ketchup I took my first bite.  The fried meat was surprisingly tender and not chewy, the “seafood” taste was very mild, too.  I could see ordering this dish again, but not on a regular basis.

Trying Tacos

The unappealing look and texture of the crunchy, yellow-shelled, sloppy-joe-filled tacos they used to serve in your school cafeteria is one of the things that has turned me off to Mexican food even today. But even I can find an exception now and then. We were traveling with our snorkeling and sailing group in Mexico and the mini-bus pulled over to this small restaurant with a partially enclosed porch where we were scheduled to stop for lunch. The town it was in probably had a total of 10-15 houses and no paved roads.

We took our seats on the classic plastic patio chairs and pulled up to a long table.  A waiter, most likely the owner and cook, came by and asked us our preference of fish or chicken (yes, I chose chicken), and a few minutes later plates of soft tacos featuring pulled chicken layered with peppers, onions and lettuce were placed in front of us. I was always taught to eat what was offered, especially if you were a guest. So, with no complaints, I rolled up the taco and took a bite. I really don’t like onions, but pushed past them to taste the mildly spicy chicken and enjoyed the meal.

I have a trick for getting yourself up for experimenting with your tastebuds; it’s called being hungry.  I make sure to not snack and work up an appetite so I generally want (and need) to eat. So, take some time to test those taste buds. I find your finickiness vanishes when your stomach is grumbling.

*the linked Souvlaki Recipe is for pork, but you can substitute goat, lamb, or poultry.

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New Year’s Confession

I am going to admit this right off the bat, I’m kind of phoning this post in.  The year has been a long one and I’m exhausted and need a little bit of a mental break.

We had a typical New Year’s Eve, for us anyway. I got home after a long day at work, watched a little hockey and went to bed. Amanda gave me a little shake and a kiss at midnight before I rolled over and went back to sleep.  I was lucky enough not to have to work in the morning, so we spent it in bed, only crawling out in time to see the Rose Parade. It’s far superior to that Thanksgiving one in New York. I’m now enjoying the beginning of the NHL Winter Classic. You should know by now we kind of love hockey in my house.

We do have a few travels to look forward to in the upcoming year. We are only 30 days from our third trip to Playa Del Carmen, Mexico. The trip balances cost and time constraints with a need for sun and fun. We also plan on going for our second dive trip while there. I can’t wait to hit the water with some experience this time. I really think it my photography will be even better.

We are also in the process of planning a trip to Italy in September. We plan to visit Pompeii and (of course) Florence.

All of that said, who knows what the next year will bring? I hope for our readers it only brings pleasant travels.