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The Muse and her Minotaur

2011-12-02T05:35:00.000-08:00

The Muse and her Minotaur, consists of 100 rare Picasso etchings documenting a love affair, and have been donated to a British Museum.
The etchings will be the only complete set held by a public museum in the UK.

The prints document the love affair that was to define an artist's career.
Now all 100 of Picasso's Vollard etchings are to be shown in London after being donated to the British Museum.
The prints were created as a visual diary of the artist's life with his young mistress and muse, Marie-Thérèse Walter.
She became the inspiration for some of his most famous work, and caused the downfall of his marriage.

Minotaur caressing a sleeping woman (June 1933). The black-and-white prints show dream-like scenes where Picasso often depicts himself in his studio as a Minotaur.

Blind minotaur led by a little girl in the night (Dec 1934). The prints were created as a visual diary of the artist's life with his young mistress and muse, Marie-Thérèse Walter
It is one of just a handful of complete collections of the etchings, which had an original print-run of more than 300 in the 1930s.

This will be the first set to be seen in Britain in more than 50 years as many other sets have been broken up or lost.

Sculptor working from life with model posing (March 1933). Marie-Thérèse, who was only 17 when they met, is also heavily featured posing mostly in the nude.

Portrait of Vollard II (March 1937). Right, Rembrandt and two women (Jan 1934)

Picasso and his secret lover conducted their affair for several years until his wife, Olga Khokhlova, found out and left in disgust.
The etchings, created between 1930 and 1937, will go on display at the museum in central London next summer.
A fund manager working in the City bought the prints for around 1million Euro as a gift for the museum, and told the curator of his generous donation via email.

The 100 etchings are known as the Vollard Suite because they were commissioned by Paris art dealer and print publisher Ambroise Vollard, who gave Picasso a Renoir and a Cezanne painting in exchange for the work.
Vollard gave the Spanish artist his first Paris exhibition in 1901.
But Vollard's death in a car accident, followed by the outbreak of the Second World War, delayed the release of the prints.

Maybe, I'm a hopeless romantic, but I love these black and white sketches. I love the mystery behind them and the creativity that comes from being in love, it adds to the artists ability to depict such dream-like beauty.

The Elusive Norfolk Mace

2011-11-28T06:58:00.000-08:00

The Norfolk Mace: History 101

Norfolk's historic silver Mace, is the only existing pre-Revolutionary American symbol of civic authority of its kind, it has a long, elusive and interesting history. Its presentation to the Borough of Norfolk in 1754 by Robert Dinwiddie, lieutenant governor of Virginia from 1751 to 1758, climaxed a friendship between the colonial official and Virginia's principal port of entry and exit dating back almost three decades.

Made in London of pure silver, the Mace has an inscription stating it was given to the Corporation of Norfolk in 1753. It was not until the next year, however, that it was delivered, for the minutes of the Norfolk Common Council for April 1, 1754, explicitly state that Dinwiddie delivered the Mace in person and was gratefully thanked for the handsome gift.

According to tradition, the Mace was removed with the public records at the time of the burning of Norfolk in January of 1776 and was returned only after the danger had passed. In its earlier days the Mace was always carried ahead of the mayor upon his entering court or before him in processions. On September 15, 1836, it was carried in the parade honoring the one hundredth anniversary of Norfolk as a borough, and on May 13, 1857, when the two hundred and fiftieth anniversary of the landing at Jamestown was observed, it was taken to Jamestown Island to be a part of that celebration.

In May of 1862, when Norfolk was evacuated by the Confederate forces, it was hidden by Mayor William W Lamb under a hearth in his home on West Bute Street.The Mayor told no one his hiding place and the mace was lost for thirty two years! It was eventually recovered but was practically forgotten until 1894, when Norfolk Chief of Police C.J. Iredell discovered it in a state of disrepair in a heap of litter and old records in a room at the police station.

At that time, Norfolk city officials asked the Norfolk National Bank, to accept its custodianship. And in its carefully restored state it was displayed in a specially built glass case in the downtown Norfolk main office of the bank for several years. Today you can view the elusive mace behind glass on the second floor of The Chrysler Museum.

For more info about The Norfolk Mace and or The Chrysler Museum check out their website at... http://www.chrysler.org/

Chatuchak! Not Just Any Market!

2011-05-14T09:04:00.000-07:00

The Chatuchak Weekend Market is held every Saturday and Sunday and is NOT to be missed if you are in Bangkok. It’s the biggest market in all of Thailand. In fact it is the largest market in all of Southeast Asia. This market offers everything from clothing, crafts, and antiques to food and drink. You name it and the Chatuchak Market has it.
An estimated quarter of a million people visit this veritable shopaholic’s paradise each day. The site has over 15,000 stalls and vendors, all grouped into sections to make it easier to find specific items. Here’s an inside tip: Go to this market early in the morning to avoid the crowds and to beat the heat of the day. Bargaining is expected and some vendors will reduce there initial price by more than half. I walked around this area for hours collecting souvenirs and snapping photos.
This is where I met the blind ‘phallic master’, Dhakron, a Bangkok native, who was sporting a pink mohawk hair-do. I negotiated for about 30 minutes to purchase a hand-whittled phallic necklace that he was wearing. Unfortunately, the piece was very old and dear to him and I couldn’t seal the deal with the man who was once a Thai wrestler. So, I walked away, empty handed and phallic-less with only my memory of Dhakron.
On the ‘down side’ for me, the Chatuchak Market is also known for its sale of animals. The animal lover in me knew enough to avoid that section. Dogs, cats, snakes, tortoises, and songbirds are for sale as pets (or food) and the market also has a reputation for trading in endangered species. The government tries to regulate the illegal trade. Several raids on dealers have revealed animals being kept in awful conditions. While casual visitors are never likely to experience it, this illegal trade still continues out of sight.
Last month, the Bangkok news reported over 150,000 Monitor Lizards were confiscated from the backs of pick-up trucks as they crossed the border into Bangkok. And just yesterday on CNN's online news blog I read that the Thai Police arrested a man at the Bangkok airport for attempting to smuggle two baby leopards, two baby panthers, a monkey, birds and more, by stuffing them into suit cases and attempting to bring them to Dubai. No doubt in my mind that these animals came from Chatuchak.
The Government of Thailand got lucky this time, and they are trying to put a stop to this abuse, but the scales are uneven.

For more information about the Chatuchak Market and other popular markets in Thailand check out this website ~ http://www.bangkok.com/shopping-market/popular-markets.htm

Red Light-Green Light

2011-05-14T08:20:00.000-07:00

Thailand may be best known for its red light districts. There are three famous red light areas and I paid a visit to two of them, ‘Nana’ and ‘Soi Cowboy’. The third district, known as ‘Patpong’, was a seedy place that I chose not to explore.
‘Nana’ was more of a respectful “Lady Boy Bar” gathering and ‘Soi Cowboy’ was loaded with scantily dressed, extremely young Thai girls.
Being a mother of three teenage daughters, this made me think about the safety of these young 15 year old girls. Both districts feature a typical bar scene on two floors. The lower tier is basically lined with bars and loud music, neon lights and customers drinking and having a good time. The upper tier is where the action happens. I was aware that I would probably be enticed to enter and spend money buying overpriced, watered down drinks and to leave a generous tip. Curiosity won out and I made my way to the upper level. I entered a bar called the “G-Spot” and proceeded to buy ‘my lady boy’ a cocktail. As expected, it looked like a watery orange Fanta soda. Once she (he) realized I only wanted to share some laughs and make some lifetime memories, she (he) was more than happy to hang out. I spent about forty-five minutes at the ‘G-Spot’ and then moved along to the next place. I had a lot of laughs and I felt very safe. It was a gathering spot for ‘lady boys’ who are men in transition to become women. Most already have breast implants and are strikingly beautiful. My ‘lady boy’ was proud of her new body and liked sharing her life’s experience with me. Most of them are waiting for their final surgery that will physically transition them to women.
I have always been an open minded person. I believe that everyone deserves to be happy and if this is what brings these 'Lady Boys' happiness, then so be it! I did come away with a feeling of sadness, not because of their life style choice, but because they seemed so very lonely. It's hard to fit in with so many judgmental people in the world. Men don't treat them with respect, women seem to be scared of them, and most people think they're freaks. Really, all they have is each other.
I love that Thailand is a world of contrasts and welcoming towards everyone...EVERYONE!

Condoms; Use It or Loose It in Thailand

2011-05-14T08:03:00.000-07:00

Mechai Viravaidya is the owner of the popular restaurant chain Cabbage and Condoms and he is credited with being the person who single-handedly introduced safe sex to Thailand. Once one of the world's hotspots for AIDS, Thailand has more than successfully brought safe-sex campaigns into the bars and the red light districts. When the Aids epidemic struck, the hugely popular Cabbage and Condoms restaurants freely distributed millions of condoms and gained the support of bureaucrats and law enforcement officials. In 1974, this son of two doctors created the Population and Community Development Association (PDA), one of Asia’s largest and most successful not for profit corporations. Viravaidya has continued to freely distribute condoms and to promote safe sex education programs with everyone from Thai leaders to workers in Bangkok’s notorious red light district. I enjoyed a great dinner at a Cabbage and Condoms Restaurant located between Nana Plaza and Soi Cowboy. The theme restaurant was decorated with lighting made of condoms and posters about safe sex hung from the walls. When my bill was delivered, condoms took the place of breath mints. On the way out, there was a full size mannequin holding a golf club made out of condoms with a sign that read, “I hope Tiger used them.” Of course, Tiger Woods is one of the most famous Thai people of all time. When in Bangkok, put this place on your list for sure! It’s not only a cool, fun spot, but educational as well, and the food is reasonably priced and incredibly tasty!

Make sure you make it to Cabbage and Condoms when you are in Bangkok. Click on the following link to get directions and more information about Cabbage and Condoms ~ http://www.pda.or.th/restaurant/about.asp

The Lotus Rules in Thailand

2011-05-14T07:54:00.000-07:00

The diversity of Thailand's many flowers reflects its range of natural habitats. Most famous of all are it’s 1,300 varieties of orchids. In the wild, they are protected, but illegal collection has depleted their numbers. My favorite is the Lotus Flower, Thailand's most abundant and useful flower. Everywhere you look in Thailand, you will be surrounded by the beautiful pink gem. The lotus plays a very important part in Thai life. It is the country's most common flower, growing in ponds, swamps, small canals, roadside ditches, on top of pillars in temples, and even in jars. It is not only beautiful, but has many practical uses in the Thai culture, including medicinal values in it’s petals, stamen and root. The large tough leaf can be used to wrap cooked food and the seeds are delicious. Many handicrafts are inspired by the flower's form and beauty. It brought back memories of my first introduction to the Lotus in China last year when I ate the lotus root. Its distinct flavor and unique texture made it my new favorite root vegetable.

When in Thailand...Just Say Yes to Thai Massage

2011-05-14T07:17:00.000-07:00

Traditionally, Thai massage (nuat paen boran) is a vigorous combination of yoga, reflexology, and acupressure. I’ve had Thai massage in the U.S. and it was not my favorite, but in Thailand I experienced what it’s really supposed to feel like. I highly recommend it!
Thai massage dates back to the first emergence of Buddhism and is related to Chinese acupuncture and Indian yoga. I experienced the top of the line, high end, expensive silk pajama massage in a beautiful Bangkok spa. Great! I also experienced the flip side of luxury when I visited the third floor of a street massage parlor where I put on cheap cotton pajamas in a room with no AC. Also, great! The latter, I must admit, felt a little like a one night stand (so I’m told) when my Thai massage guy dimmed the lights, put on some soft music, and straddled me!
No matter the choice, high end or low end, you are in for a great and surprising treat as the masseuse customizes the experience to your comfort. And, why is it so good in Thailand? Since the 1960’s, Wat Pho, Bangkok’s oldest and largest temple and center for education, has been home to The Institute of Massage. Visitors can experience a massage or learn the art through a 10-15 day course taught in Thai or English. The highly trained masseurs at the Wat specialize in pulling and stretching the limbs and torso to relieve various ailments emanating from tension to viruses. Thai massage parlor locations are like Starbuck’s in NYC. They are everywhere, but unlike Starbuck’s, everything is negotiable. And, of all the activities available, my favorite daily treat became a Thai Massage. Oh, how I miss my daily 200 Baht (about $20.USD) ninety minute foot, head and shoulder massage! (Some days I would treat myself to a second one, just for fun!)
http://www.watpomassage.com/2009/

St George, Utah: The Red Rocks are Calling Me Back

2011-03-22T17:43:00.000-07:00

Even though I’m back in New York, I can hear the echo from Snow Canyon calling the adventure junkie in me to return for more. After the time that I had and the people I met, I’m craving more! In five action-packed days, I hiked, biked, and climbed some of the most beautiful mountains ever in St. George, Utah.

I was lucky enough to call the Red Mountain Resort and Spa home and to enjoy a few spa treatments at The Sagestone Spa to sooth my soul and help relax and re-energize my weary muscles. While most people go to a spa to relax and detoxify themselves from impurities, I like to think of a spa as the perfect mix of detox and re-tox.

I spent my first evening doing yoga in Snow Canyon, surrounded by the beauty of the red rocks at sunset. It established a connection for me with the earth and universe and provided a perfect foundation for my psyche.

I found myself, almost unavoidably, soul searching. The natural beauty of the red rocks seemed to pull inner thoughts, hopes and dreams from within my soul like a counseling session without the couch.

The twinkling night sky reminded me of my favorite childhood game, ‘Lite-Bright.’ Once the colorful plastic pegs were removed from the dark colored paper, you gazed through to the light that sparkled from behind. The sky was filled with twinkling stars; some appeared almost close enough to reach out and touch.

SNOW CANYON~ UTAH; One Word: Pristine

2011-03-22T17:05:00.000-07:00

Snow Canyon - Utah
I visited Southern Utah in November 2010, had a GREAT time! I highly recommend this spot if you are looking to get a way from it all!

Contrary to it’s name, winter visitors will rarely find any white stuff at this 7,400-acre desert park. Named after Lorenzo and Erastus Snow, early Utah leaders, Snow Canyon offers many miles of hiking and biking trails, technical rock climbing, horseback riding, year-round camping, wildlife viewing, and unbelievable photographic opportunities.

All of this is set against a stunning backdrop of towering Navajo sandstone cliffs in red and white, and peaks and valleys of rugged, jumbled black lava rock interspersed with serpentine sandy washes.

Before hiking or biking in a desert environment like Snow Canyon, make sure you're prepared. Carry at least one liter of water per person. I recommend a water backpack, such as a ‘camelback.’ In this environment, it's important to stay hydrated.

Even though the trails in Snow Canyon are properly marked, one should not hike alone as there are some areas that are tricky and treacherous. Surely, most of us would rather enjoy the night sky viewed from a hot tub than to spend the night alone in the cold with an injury and no tent.

This desert climate was chilly in the morning, but warmed during the day in this November visit. Dress in layers because you will be peeling them off and on several times throughout the day. There are trails for all levels of hikers.

Here’s is a list of some of my favorite Snow Canyon Trails:

Take it Easy Hiking Trails:

Johnson Canyon (Open November 15 to March 1 only) -- I hit this trail on opening week. They close it for part of the year to preserve wildlife, flora and fauna, so it was a rare treat to experience the beauty of Johnson Canyon. It’s an easy two mile, level hike that offers some rocky slopes and steps. It boasts the only riparian area in the park with a trail that winds through lava flows and red rock to an arch spanning some 200 feet.

Jenny’s Canyon (Closed March 31 to June 1) -- It’s only one-half mile and the terrain is level with a few slopes and steps. The trail leads to a narrow, sculpted canyon. It’s a great trail for the person without a lot of time. Easy in and easy out, and you still make the connection with nature.

The Sand Dunes -- It’s a half-mile of easy, fun terrain of deep sand with slopes. Don’t ride your bike on this one! The trails lead to large expanses of red sand that makes for an excellent play area for children of all ages. The one afternoon I was there, I watched with a smile on my face as kids rolled all the way down the hill and staggered to their feet from the dizzying effect. I hope their eyes and mouth were closed, but when you’re a kid, who cares?

Pioneer Names -- Again, an easy one-half mile, fairly level challenge with some steps and slopes. The crescent-shaped trail passes pioneer names written in axle grease that date back to 1883. It is this trail where you might come across some rock climbers and, if you look closely at the flat wall of rock, you will see metal hooks buried in the rock. It made me feel like I was part of the ‘wild, wild West’.

Step it up a Notch!

Hidden Pinyon - I loved this trail! It’s only 1.5 miles and moderate in ability level. It offered a little bit of everything, from rocky slopes and drop-offs, to sandy areas. This self-guided nature trail introduces geological features and native plants.

Three Ponds - 3.5 miles with moderate terrain. Note to self: Don’t bike this either; the sand is a killer! I made a wrong turn and ended up here on my bike and it was no fun. It’s got some rocky slopes and deep sand. The trail winds through sandy washes to the mouth of a 40-foot canyon. Potholes eroded in sandstone catch seasonal rain, thus, giving the trail its name.

Petrified Dunes Trail - Only one mile, and moderate in terrain, but don’t let this one fool you! With some steep slopes and uneven surfaces, this trail will get your heart pumping. The Dunes Trail crosses massive sandstone outcrops where you can explore sand dunes frozen in time. Do take time out and truly enjoy the natural beauty of the area. Climb to the top of the Petrified Dunes for an amazing view and, if you’re as fortunate as I, you will come away with that ‘ I’m lucky to be alive’ feeling.

Hop on a Bike and GO!

West Canyon Road is located in the heart of Snow Canyon. It’s about seven miles one way and, for the most part, level with a few inclines. Most of the roads are either paved or gravel with some sand surfaces. The trail follows a maintenance road winding past washes and towering cliffs to the mouth of present-day Snow Canyon.

The insiders’ secret is that after the road appears to dead end and the paved part ends, stay left onto the dirt pathway and follow it another two to three miles and you’ll be glad you did! It’s quiet solitude and I was so happy to be cruising on my bike. I pushed on towards the beauty of the white, towering rocks that sat deep within Snow Canyon.

Once I made it to the end, I had a sense of completion and I allowed myself a few minutes with the world alone, connecting on many different levels of life and universe and becoming one with each other.

The best part of Snow Canyon was the variety of trails. You can take it easy or you can go from one trail to the next and really challenge yourself. For me, the challenge to push myself just past my limit is always the way to go! It raises the inner senses and makes life worth living.

The feeling of being alive and breathing in the fresh Utah air was invigorating. Then, a nice dinner with a glass of wine... or two, followed by a hot bath and bed always feels more rewarding.

Why I Hate Valentines Day

2011-02-07T13:13:00.000-08:00

I'm just going to put it out there...I hate Valentines Day! I haven't always hated it, but it seems the older I get the more I seem to hate any holiday that makes me feel obligated to preform. For starters I think it's a bunch of commercialized crap played out between greeting card companies, florists, jewelers and chocolatiers to force men and women into publicly proclaiming their affection for their lovers with a very clear implied "or else." Not surprisingly, a woman, Esther Howland, is credited with sending the first Valentine's card in the United States. Thanks Esther! I know there's going to be women out there that will be mad as hell at me after reading this...oh well; I guess I'm not the average chic, after all, my favorite Christmas gift this past year was a new pair of hiking boots...(that I picked out for myself) People... just say NO to the craziness.

There need not even be the slightest emotion attached, nor thought behind the gift. We are told, in ads on radio and television, how a simple phone call and valid credit card is all it takes to send flowers or candy to your "special someone" and it is guaranteed to arrive in time for Valentines Day. Sure sounds easy enough...one call does it all, or does it? Presumably, the recipient can feel emotionally "validated" by getting a gift delivered via a stranger and in full view of their co-workers. Please...Give me a break! Reminds me of a very funny, sad but true story; many years ago a friend of mine ordered flowers for his wife on Valentines Day. He felt the pressure building all week long but he still waited too long to make the call... needless to say it was slim pickins in the flower world. Later that day the arrangement was delivered to her at her place of employment, there were no roses, just pretty blue carnations shaped in a horseshoe; it appeared to suggest that she was a triple crown winner of sorts! Nothing says love like a funeral arrangement for a horse!

I've surprised my husband with homemade cards with big red magic marker hearts on them for 18 years of marriage. My beef with Valentines Day is not the gifts themselves, but the high expectation and complete lack of spontaneity involved in this manufactured "holiday." May I suggest that every day be Valentine's Day, by injecting love and romance into the process, it is more memorable and more meaningful. People should show there loved ones how they feel all year long through their actions, not just one stinking day per year. It's the little acts of kindness and thoughtfulness that people remember. Try bringing your spouse a cup of coffee in bed, or taking a walk together. Go to lunch, watch a movie, share a bottle of wine...anything just don't fall into the trap! Why is saying, "I love you" somehow less valuable than sending a dozen roses that will be dead within a week? Why is there so much damn pressure for one day? How about the people without a significant other? Why do we have to rub it in even more. With all the broken-hearted people in the world, it just doesn't seem fair to glorify a 'for lovers only holiday' I've never been accused of being the 'fun police' or in this case the 'love police' but so be it...If the hiking boot fits.

So here I sit, wondering what am I supposed to do on Feb. 14? Do I stick to my principles and ignore the holiday completely and risk hurting my loved ones feelings? Should I preemptively "surprise" him with a fresh brewed cup of java in bed, a box of heart candy or maybe some boxer shorts with hearts on them days before the official holiday... satisfying my desire to remain "my own person" and make him feel like he is simply getting his Valentines Day gift early? Personally, I just want it all to go away...

Fishing in Killybegs

2010-11-08T05:37:00.000-08:00

Ireland offers two and a half thousand miles of coastal area. The longest river in Ireland, the River Shannon, starts in the North and runs through County Clare and, like most rivers, is filled with salmon, trout, and mackeral. And, Ireland’s 365 lakes make fishing a top commercial and recreational choice. For only 12 Euros, you can obtain a fishing license and head out for some fun. The town of ‘Killybegs’ is the largest fishing village in Ireland and is Ireland’s version of its own ‘Deadliest Catch’. It has quite the impressive fleet of commercial and recreational vessels.
I always enjoy myself more when I'm near the water, there's just something about it. The calm, serene feeling adds to the quality of life, even if you don't fish, the Killybegs area is beautiful!
KILLYBEGS, Irelands Liveliest Fishing Port www.killybegs.ie

Belly Up at The Emerald Bar in Bundoran

2010-11-08T05:15:00.000-08:00

I boarded my bus for points further north, eventually crossing over the border into the West End of Bundoran in County Donegal. Bundoran is a charming little beach town, a horseback riding paradise, and a surfing mecca.
After lunch, it was time to explore. I walked up the hill that overlooked the Atlantic Ocean and was drawn to a little pub called the ‘Emerald Bar’, an original IRA pub. This was 'The Republic of Ireland' and I approached the pub with some hesitation. Yet, I was craving a Guinness! (If you’ve never imbibed a Guinness in Ireland, you have not fully lived! The creamy texture is much lighter than it appears and a pint of the dark stuff slides down your gullet like a penguin in a wet suit!)
Once inside, you couldn’t help but to notice the reminders of the struggle that once was. The posters that lined the walls told the story of a troubled past. I bellied up to the bar and was greeted with a nod. I felt safe enough, but I knew I was an outsider.
The bathrooms told the story of a real Irish pub; no toilet seats. It was as if to say, ‘don’t get too comfortable’.
Another Irish saying goes something like this...”A bird can’t fly on one wing”. So, I did just that and ordered a second Guinness. ‘Slancha!’(Cheers), I exclaimed, as I finished my pint and glided with two wings out of the pub.
I loved the feel of the pubs in Ireland, most offer live music and all offer the liquid gold, Guinness! Don't be scared, everyone is friendly, even the tough ones crack a smile!

Top of The World in Ireland

2010-11-08T04:29:00.000-08:00

Europe’s highest sea cliffs are found at Sliabh Liag (Slieve League) and offer the most stunning views in all of Ireland. The awe inspiring sight of the torquise waves from the Atlantic Ocean as they crash onto the shore some 1972 feet below will take your breath away. The road leading up to the cliffs is also a unforgettable experience. With it’s twists and turns and sudden breath-taking drops, you might think your bus is tipping over. Leave your high heals at home ladies; the walking pathways are rugged. I hiked One Man’s Pass, a five feet wide trail made up of very steep slopes on either side. As I climbed my way to the top, my heart was beating faster. I stopped for a moment, the wind blowing hard, and took a deep breath as I became entranced with the natural beauty of the unspoiled landscape. As I reached for my water and then for my camera, I realized I was on top of the world. Note: The 400 meter pathway is not for the faint of heart on a windy day.

Sliabh Liag (SLIEVE LEAGUE CLIFFS) Europes highest sea cliffs over looking the Atlantic Ocean 1972 ft below. www.sliabhleague.com

The Gardens of Glenveagh National Park

2010-11-08T04:08:00.000-08:00

Glenveagh National Park is set along the Derryveagh Mountains in the Northwest corner of Donegal, Ireland. With over 16,000 hectors (or about 40,000 acres) of mountain, lakes and woodland, the park offers the ultimate getaway for outdoor enthusiasts, adventure junkies, or those just seeking peace and tranquility.
You're free to roam the Park on your own or you may sign up for a guided tour with a knowledgeable park guide. It was the Gardens Of Glenveagh that held the magic for me for it a nature lover and bird watching paradise.
The colors of the gardens are most vibrant in the summer months, lasting into the Fall. The walled gardens had hedges of sweet pea with brightly colored allium, poppies and inula, mixed with organic vegetables in the center; known as ‘Jardin Potager’ style. My favorite, by far, of all the flora and fauna was the saucer-sized rare Himalayin Blue Poppies. It’s paper thin petals swayed in the gentle breeze. As the butterflies fluttered above, I thought how lucky they were to call Glenveagh home.
If you find yourself in this part of the world be sure to take in the beauty of Glenveagh, you will be glad you did.

Glenveagh National Park-Donegal - The park is open year round, 7 days a week from 10am - to 6pm. (9am - 5pm in the winter) www.glenveaghnationalpark.ie

The Stone Womb

2010-11-05T08:23:00.000-07:00

Newgrange is the best known of the three great Irish passage tombs of the Bru Na Boinne complex. Constructed during the New Stone Age, the passage tombs at Bru Na Boinne are about 5,000 years old. The people who built the giant hand crarved stone womb belonged to a thriving farm community. A passage tomb is as it suggests, a passage leading into a chamber where the remains of the dead were placed, perhaps, to be reborn. I say this because, for me, it felt more like I was entering a giant stone vaginal passage.
The walls of this giant womb were narrow and musty. As I crouched to enter the dark zone with only a flashlight, I had a mental flashback to a recent visit to my gynocologist. It was the vast opening into the giant uterus of the tomb that made me think about the years of engineering that must have gone into this art form.
After 5,000 years, the corbelled roof at Newgrange is still waterproof. Constructed of granite boulders and quartz stones from the nearby River Boyne, it’s estimated that the tomb weighs 200,000 tons. Newgrange sits high on a hilltop, overlooking the sheep filled hills of Meath. The giant circular mound is highly regarded as one of the finest achievments of the European Neolithic Art period.
One must experience what I like to call the giant stone womb.

NEWGRANGE, Irelands Passage Tombs www.newgrange.com

2010-11-03T05:46:00.000-07:00

Mercedes-Benz Arena, Shanghai

No, Mercedes-Benz hasn't started making spaceships (although that would be a blessing at rush hour). This chrome "craft" in the Pudong district of Shanghai is actually an arena, which opened earlier this week.

Originally created for the city's World Expo, the oyster-shell-shaped structure has morphed from that event's cultural center into the country's first venue to offer naming rights—China's answer to L.A.'s Staples Center.

There's a lot going on inside to interest both locals and visitors, including an 18,000-seat stadium, a cineplex, an ice rink, a music club, and a mall. And in case you're still feeling skittish about aliens, rest assured the only conquering forces flying in will be the NBA basketball teams slated to play there soon.

Of all the buildings from Shanghai's 2010 World Expo this building is one of five that will remain after the Expo has ended.

Mercedes-Benz Arena
1200 Expo Avenue
Pudong
Shanghai, China

The Holy What?

2010-09-22T09:55:00.000-07:00

Excited for my trip to Ireland, I prayed to the travel gods in hopes my flight would make it off the ground this time! My first attempt was haulted due to the Icelandic volcano that spewed ash all over Europe and wreaked havoc on airports and travelers alike. As I was packing, it was the green, rubber, shamrock, ‘Seamus Murphy’ bracelet that jumped out at me. As if to say, “Bring me, bring me!” I decided it would become my Irish good luck charm.

Good Luck Charms
What I hadn’t realized at the time was how important my good luck charm would turn out to be. You don’t get more Irish than Sean ‘Seamus’ Murphy. He was even born on Saint Patrick’s Day in 1999. He’s a regular kid; a red head. He loves dogs, ice hockey, camping and fishing. So, when he was diagnosed the day after his ninth birthday with Stage 4, Non-Hotchkins Lymphoma, it was indeed a sad day; not only for his family, but for everyone who knows him. He underwent chemo and radiation for approximatly two years and spent way too much time in the hospital. So his parents, Jim and Karin, along with his sister Fionnuala “Finn”, ride the emotional roller coaster together. They try not to go into ‘panic mode’ every time Seamus coughs or sneezes. Thus, it was the rubber shamrock bracelet that I donated one dollar for that I hoped would hold some Irish magic for all of us.

Lost in ‘Bog Land’
Traveling by bus from Dublin to Sligo, I was in awe of the beauty that the mountains of Ireland project. It’s rolling hills, dotted with sheep, seemed like a patchwork quilt. The mesmerizing views of the expanding Atlantic were interrupted by the bumpy road that seemed to move and drop and to give way to the sinking bogs of Bally Shannon. It was then that I heard my guide say something about visiting ‘The Holy Well’. “The Holy What?”, I thought in my mind.

The Holy What?
As a ‘recovering Catholic’ who is not really overly any religion anymore, The ‘Tobernault Holy Well’ in Sligo County promised to be a spiritual moment for me! Visitors stop by and say a prayer and perhaps leave a personal belonging behind, such as a hair tie or a shoe lace, or in my case, a rubber shamrock bracelet, in hopes that your prayers will be answered. It hit me like a ton of bricks... this is the reason the rubber braclet jumped out at me 4 days ago. Little Seamus needed a prayer! Overwhelmed by something more powerful than me, my emotions grew from within like a rumbling thunder.

Spiritual Magic
Religion or not, it seemed that this was my reason for being here. I entered the silent holy ground and lit a candle for little Seamus. I carefully climbed my way up the old, crumbling stone staircase towards the lumbering thousand year old Holly Tree. It appeared to be weaping; the boughs heavy with burden, as if the protecting of all the special objects left behind had taken it’s toll on the poor old tired tree. I slipped the rubber braclet from my wrist, and placed it amongst the hundreds of other objects. I said a little prayer, and slowly retraced my steps back to the bus. My thoughts where quiet, my mind was still, peace and a sense of calm had taken over, and I was one with my thoughts. I had a ‘moment’ at the Holy Well, not exactly certain what the magic was, but I will never forget the feeling from within my soul. Little Seamus is not out of the woods yet, but his parents remain cautiously optomistic. My hope and prayer is that someday a healthy Seamus will visit the Holy Well, see his bracelet, and believe in the magic of Ireland.

Magic Awaits you in Ireland

Feeling Small...

2010-06-18T06:33:00.000-07:00

I'm feeling a little lost, somehow forgotten. I don't mind being so far away from home, it's just the lack of communication.
It started out good when a man at the airport was holding a place mat with my name on it! He spoke perfect English, and brought me to my hotel. It's been going down hill since! I spent the entire first day in China by myself. I spoke with a nice German man, he helped me get in touch with someone from CNTB. I think I was a surprise! They paid for my ticket, so I thought they knew I was coming. Well of course they did, I'm just being silly! I am experiencing a lost, far away, alone type of vibe. I depend on facebook when I travel,I like the rational thoughts of my friends back home. It got me through a bullfight in Valencia, and it saved me from being eaten alive in the pubs of Dublin.(Well,almost!)
So now, I find myself trapped in non communication land. Wuhan, China has locked me down from e-mail contact, blog, and now it appears text. All of which are not an option at the moment.
I sent an e-mail back home, and I got a text, that it had been received, but it was blank.
Then, I sent a text, and I got nothing in return, so that leads me to believe that I am in full LOCK OUT MODE!
Confusing and frustrating, yes it is!
I'm a little more concerned about tomorrow, my itinerary keeps changing with the tide of the Yangtze. I don't know where I'll be staying or even what city or town. All I know, or think I know, is that I will be someplace in The Hubei Province.
Nothing is in English! So for now, I shall sleep in the Shangri-La Hotel and see what tomorrow brings.

VIP, Me?

2010-06-17T20:51:00.000-07:00

Apparently, I'm one of the lucky ones to receive a Visa, and to be welcomed into China! I've heard that some high up government officials were turned down for a visa, but not me! Can you imagine?!
Being a 5'10" tall blond American women in China has it's perks, let's just say I'm turning some heads. It appears, I'm not very good at blending in. People want to have their picture taken with me, I am beginning to feel like a VIP.
Everyone is very friendly, it's a pity I don't speak the language because I am experiencing a bit of a barrier. I can't wait to share my photos and blogs, but that will have to wait for now, as China has blocked any and all blogging and e-mail from Wuhan, China. They do not have this thing we call Facebook, or Twitter. It's the governments way to keep some control over what information comes in or goes out.
I had my first encounter with a scary drink mixture this afternoon, I thought it was derived from some type of plant, but then I wasn't so sure when I felt it moving in my mouth...hummm,to swallow or to spit? Unfortunately for me, I've been in this predicament before. I thought for a moment, looked around, and with nowhere to spit I committed, and so I swallowed...It reminded me of a polly wog egg sac from a pond. Little, black spotted, jello like, pods, holding tightly together in a clump. I thought for a moment,...this can't be what they serve the VIP'S! I should have known something was just not right, when next to the polly wog eggs was thinly sliced antler, just how one should prepare that is a mystery for me. My guess? tea or soup. I decided not to hang around and find out.
My visit so far is getting more interesting by the moment!I wonder what the poor people are doing right now?!VIP?... Me?... Maybe!

Wuhan, China...Rich in History

2010-06-17T15:09:00.000-07:00

When my kids were little, one of my favorite books that I liked to read to them was titled; "The Adventures of PING". The story took place on a river boat in China along the Yangtze River. Something that far away dreams were made from. Ping was a very cute, sassy little duck.I would often day dream after reading the story of Ping, it seemed like such a far away land. He was a cute, mischievous little fellow. He would always wander off from the crowd, one day finding himself captured, and almost made into dinner. He always seemed to find his way into trouble, a bit like myself at times, but at the end of the day Ping always managed to find his way back to his boat and his master, most times being last, and having to pay the price by a swatting of the reeds. Wuhan is the Capitol of Hubei Province, it is situated at the confluence of The Yangtze River and it's greatest branch, Hangjiang. Being accessible to both water and land, it has earned it's reputation of "the thoroughfare to nine provinces" and functions as one of the few pivots of water, land and air.
Wuhan belongs to the Jianghan Plain with a clear distinction between the seasons.It is home to more than a hundred beautiful lakes that are distributed throughout the city, as well as many scenic mountains.
Wuhan designates itself the 'Cradle of Culture', with tens of thousands of years history, and it is one of China's most historical and most cultural cities.
A city of three towns and two rivers, Wuhan has a trading heritage that dates back as far as the Ming Dynasty. Today, I stay in the Shangri-la Hotel, in Wuhan, its central location in the Hankou buissness and commercial hub makes it convenient to all. Called "Three Towns of Wuhan" with Wachang, Hankou and Hanyang, which are all divided by the Yangtze River and Hanjiang. Hankou is home to the commercial center, Wachung is known for its culture center, and with most universities of Wuhan and the provincial government of Hubei; and Hanyang is the key to development of the city.
I'm told The Yangtze River Pier is only 15 minutes from my hotel, at some point I will wander my way over to explore the old river boats,you never know, I might just stumble opon "PING!"

Wuhan Hotel | Official Site Shangri-La Hotel Wuhan | Luxury Hotel

2010-06-17T09:26:00.000-07:00

Wuhan Hotel | Official Site Shangri-La Hotel Wuhan | Luxury Hotel

The Shangri-la Hotel in Wuhan, China is a GREAT welcome spot! I am so happy to call it home for the next couple of days! After what seemed like endless hours and endless days... I have arrived in China! Still day light for all my friends back home, it's the opposite for me. So,I find my self in a fabulous Hotel room staring at the walls, it's mid-night, I'm wide awake, not sure if it's time for lunch, dinner or breakfast? I think I will skip the food for now and take a soak in the tub, that's probably my best bet!
I will be attending the opening ceremony tomorrow of the 5th Central China Travel Expo in Wuhan, China.
It all sounds exciting, I think I will be ready for what ever the world offers come morning after a bit of a slumber...

The Volcano Sleeps

2010-06-05T06:28:00.000-07:00

I was supposed to travel to Ireland last month, however, the mighty volcano erupted and forced all flights in or out of the UK to be grounded. I considered myself lucky... at least I was stuck home and not abroad.
The time has come full circle and it looks as if the volcano is napping, hopefully long enough for me to enjoy my trip to beautiful Ireland, and long enough for me to make a safe return!
I'm looking forward to resting my head on the luxury pillows at the 5 STAR Merrion Hotel.
I can't wait to walk the gardens of the Dublin Castle, or to view the artwork at Hugh Lane Gallery.
I will try to keep you informed of all my explorations of the castles and gardens of Ireland, and, perhaps, even a few pubs along the way!
With a little "LUCK OF THE IRISH," the mighty volcano will stay deep in it's slumber for a very long time.

Time to Blog

2010-05-01T07:11:00.000-07:00

I really need to find the time to sit down and write more Blog's. Between three kids, three dogs, two cats, and one husband, you would think I would have enough interesting stuff to write about.
It's the TIME FACTOR. I need to find my 'GROOVE' Perhaps, treat it like a job...oh no that one of those! The "J" word.
Well for now, this is it for today, because duty calls. I'm off to the Casa Villa in Kingston today to tend bar for the annual Cinco de Mayo Festival. I should have plenty to write come tomorrow morning, problem is, will I have the time?

Whiteface Mountain, From The Summit

2010-03-11T13:43:00.000-08:00

There's a lot of great skiing out there and it's within your reach,and grasp, at Whiteface Mountain.
Skiers are a restless breed, always on the lookout for 'freshies'; always awaiting the big dump. Ahh...nothing like fresh powder! I've skied Whistler and Blackcolm Mountains in Canada and I've skied several mountains out west, Vail being one of my fav's. My home turf is the Snow Making Capitol of the World, Hunter Mountain. Hunter can't be beat for great conditions even with NO natural snow. I had the good fortune to ski Whiteface Mountain not once this season, but twice. Let me tell you, I've heard the rumor..."Ice face"; well I'm here to tell you, it's just NOT TRUE! Whiteface has a family mountain feel, but with all the perks of big mountain skiing. It's terrain covers everything from green trails to double black diamond, with an added bonus of glade and slide skiing.
I had two of the best skis days this whole season at Whiteface. Bluebird skies and all!
Whiteface is located in Wilmington, New York, next to Lake Placid, in the heart of the breathtaking Adirondack Mountains,and it's not to be missed. Although I grew up in the Hudson River Valley in upstate New York, there is something about the drive through the Adirondacks that makes you question yourself. 'Am I really still in New York'? The white birch forests that line the highway and the trickling streams that seem to flow everywhere are nothing less than breathtaking.
Whiteface is a social place; a vintage house party. Many of the present visitors came as children and return every year, often with their own offspring in tow.
From the top of the 1980 Olympic down hill course,elevation-4867', one can't help but feel invigorated and full of life. I'm alive! I took a deep breath and filled my lungs with fresh Adirondack air. My friend, Dudley, announced to everyone, "Take your time boys and girls, it's even steeper than it looks." I like the steeps. I thought about the Olympians who stood here 30 years ago to the day, I'm sure my heart was beating just as fast, but for a different reason; fear. What's truly great about Whiteface Mountain is that all levels of skiers can enjoy this mountain. While I took the downhill course, I had friends that chose the long cruiser run to the right. All the trails lead to the same end point, so you can meet up again with your party. To enhance your trip, I suggest downloading "The Bridget Widget" to your computer. (I will insert a link at the bottom of this page.) Named after my friend Bridget, you can get the latest snow conditions, 5-day weather forecast, special offers, deals and up to the last minute news on what's happening at Whiteface; let my friend Bridget entertain you in the process.
No matter your mood, Lake Placid is a great spot to be. It's not just about skiing. With two prior winter Olympics held in Lake Placid,the first in 1932 and the memorable 1980 games, when the U.S. Men's Hockey team beat Russia, there is so much to do. You can take a high speed bobsled or luge or skeleton run; it's like your childhood sled on steroids. Or,take the elevator to the top of the 120 meter tower of the Olympic ski jumping area. And,skating at the Olympic speed skating oval is a blast! Whatever your mood, Whiteface and Lake Placid have the answer.
If there are non-skiers in your party, there is plenty do do in the Whiteface/Lake Placid area. The eight person high speed Gondola carries you from the main base lodge to the top of Little Whiteface in 15 minutes. There are plenty of breath taking sights to see from the top. If you're not an adrenaline junky at all, then just take a stroll through town. There's lots of shopping and little cafes to choose from. The village's centerpiece is the beautiful Mirror Lake. On the day that I strolled through town, a man was out on the frozen lake with his dog sled and children and their families were ice skating. They even have a fun Toboggan run on the east side of the lake.
As for lodging, I would recommend two different spots. The Crowne Plaza offered a mid-week ski package that's a steal. $89. per night includes a full breakfast and a lift ticket. Or, there is the fabulous and pet friendly Art Devlin's Olympic Motor Lodge. Reasonably priced, clean,over sized spacious rooms with hot coffee, cocoa, tea and homemade muffins and donuts in the morning. For those who don't know who Art Devlin was, read my previous blog and learn about the greatest ski jumper in the world, Lake Placid native, Art Devlin.

For more information on the Olympic Sports Complex contact the ORDA Store:
518-523-1420 or: www.lakeplacidwhiteface.com

For information on Whiteface Mountain go to:www.whitefacelakeplacid.com
Whiteface Mountain
5021 Rt. 86
Wilmington, NY 12997

For Crowne Plaza Resort information go to: www.lakeplacidcp.com
101 Olympic Dr.
Lake Placid, NY 12947
For Reservations call 1-877-570-5891
to get the mid-week ski deal contact the hotel directly at 518-523-2556

Art Devlin's for sure is my #1 Spot! Still family owned and operated by Sue and Art Devlin. You will not be disappointed!
For more information on Art Devlin's go to www.artdevlins.com
Art Devlin's Olympic Motor Lodge
2764 Main Street
Lake Placid, NY 12946
518-523-3700
Ask for Art Jr. Tell him I sent you!

For your free download of the Bridget Widget go to www.whitefacelakeplacid.com

See you on the Mountain!

Art Devlin's Olympic Motor Lodge, Feels Like Home

2010-03-09T06:26:00.000-08:00

Every weekend,I'm hitting the road and following a GPS somewhere. It's part of what you do when your daughter plays on a Tier One 16 and under travel hockey team. We pack the car and set out for a full weekend of fun and adventure. This past weekend,I found myself heading to the beautiful Adirondack Mountain area of Lake Placid, in upstate New York.
"Art Devlin who?", I asked the hockey mom in charge of reservations.
I'm a big fan of Trip Advisor, so, at that moment, I quickly googled up 'Art Devlin' and was pleasantly surprised to read that Art Devlin's Motor Lodge was rated #1!in Lake Placid. Even the highly acclaimed Mirror Lake Inn fell short as it was rated at #2. What? I thought. This can't be true. Did I hit the motel jack pot! Absolutely!
Sure,you can find fancier, and most definitely you can find more expensive, but you will NOT find a better bang for your buck anywhere else than at this comgy abode. Art Devlin's offers over sized, spacious, and clean rooms that make you feel like you're home. In an attempt to keep up with the times, Devlin's have added large flat screen TVs to most of the rooms. Soon, all of the rooms will have the upgraded version. The beautifully tiled over-sized bathrooms are a bonus as well! Coming soon, in August 2010, Art Devlin's will be offering a suite to the list of rooms at the motel. After a good nights sleep, head over to the main house and have a fresh brewed cup of coffee and a homemade muffin made with love by the Devlin's. While having my morning cup of joe, I couldn't help but notice the most impressive trophy case imaginable. At first glance, I thought it must belong to the entire Devlin family, perhaps generations of Devlin awards. I found out after speaking with Art Jr., that indeed, all the trophies in the case belonged to only one person, and that person was his dad, the Olympic ski jumping gold medal winner, Art Devlin Sr.
Art Devlin has a very interesting story. Art was born in the main house (were the lobby is today) on Sept 7,1922. When Art was just two years old, his mother passed away from scarlet fever.Soon after, his father suffered from depression and became a victim of mental health misunderstandings of the time and was institutionalised. With the family disrupted, Art was raised by relatives. Some might think that those turn of events would break a persons soul, but not Art. He was determined to become someone! He built a small ski jump in the back yard (where the pool is located today) and would practice for hours a day. By the time Art was 10 years old, he won his first ski jumping award in a 14-U class. By the time Art was
17, he earned a spot on the 1940 Olympic team. Unfortunately, the 1940 Olympics, scheduled for Japan,were cancelled due to WW2. Like many men of his time, he answered his country's call and joined the Army. After earning the title of Captain, he left the service and went back to his first love of ski jumping.
Although Art's credits are almost too long to mention, they all deserve recognition if we are to get a full appreciation of his triumphs. I have compiled a complete list at the end of this column.
Art passed away in 2002, missed by the Olympic community and by his family who still operate his motel today.
I was extremely comfortable at Art's! Its great location makes it an easy walk to the scenic Mirror Lake and the heart of Lake Placid village. If you plan on skiing the Olympic mountain, Whiteface, it's just a short scenic 9 mile drive down the road to Wilmington.

A list of Art's accomplishments is as follows:

Lake Placid High School - 1941
Syracuse University - 1941, 1942

United States Army Air Force - 1943-1946
Graduated Bombardier - Pilot Training -1943
50 Combat Missions, E.T.O. Germany - 1944
3 Distinguished Flying Crosses
5 Air Medals
3 Purple Hearts
2 Presidential Unit Citations
Rank of Captain - Discharged - 1946

Under Contract, Norma Shearer, Hollywood, CA - 1946-1949

Married Helen McCutcheon, June 28, 1952
Children: Jacqueline-1955, Art-1957, Alexis-1963

Olympic Teams:
1940 - Cancelled because of the war
1948 - St Moritz, Switzerland
1952 - Oslo, Norway
1956 - Cortina, Italy
1960 - Squaw Vally (he resigned to become a TV sports Commentator for CBS)

U.S. Eastern Ski Jumping Champion - 1939,1940,1941
U.S. Eastern Downhill Champion - 1941
National Ski Jumping Champion - 1942,1946,1949,1950
North American Ski Jumping Champion - 1949,1950,1954
National Champion (Canada) - Four Times
World F.I.S.Team - Lake Placid - 1950 - 4th
World F.I.S. Team - Falun, Sweden - 1954

Set North American Distance Record, 307 feet, Steamboat Springs, CO - 1950
First American in Ski Flying - 120 Meter Hill - Oberstdorf, Germany -463 feet - 1952
Broadcast every World Ski Jumping Championship and Winter Olympic games since 1960 on TV, plus an average of 6 ski jumping events every winter on TV.
Wide World of Sports ABC-TV Sports Commentator from 1962, for 21 years.
Installed in the Ski Hall of Fame, 1963

Art spread himself in many directions and he was a true humanitarian. After spending a little time with his son, Art Jr, I feel like I have a better understanding of who Art Devlin really was. The family planted a blue Spruce tree in honor of Art and every year they decorate it with blue lights in remembrance of their father. It's not just a motel, it's a legacy.
I feel like his spirit was with us as my daughters 16U team captured the 2010 Lake Placid International Hockey Tournament championship.

Art Devlin's Olympic Motor Lodge
2764 Main Street
Lake Placid, NY 12946
518-523-3700
www.artdevlins.com
or e-mail: info@artdevlins.com

A Night at The Night

2010-03-01T06:33:00.000-08:00

Take a stroll back in time when TV was in black and white. Now, go forward and make that TV a 37 inch wall mounted plasma, add 400-thread count Frette linens and an ultra feather duvet cover to the picture, and what have you got?
I'll tell you! You have the upscale boutique style NIGHT HOTEL, located on West 45th street in the heart of New York City's Times Square.
The 'Night' is decorated fabulously Gothic with the decor contrasted in black and white. As you enter into The Night, you will quickly shift from the outside world of stress and work to the solitude and comfort of The Night. The techno music playing throughout morphs you into another world. The black and white photos that decorate the walls throughout the hotel add to the seduction of the hotel; scantily clothed nudes with artistic tattoos on their lower backs. If you allow, it will change your mood; it oozes naughty!
I, for one, enjoy the escape from everyday realities.I urge you to go beyond the black and white to discover the entire spectrum. Desire it at Night? Then so it shall be. Some things can only happen at Night.

NIGHT HOTEL
132 WEST 45TH ST
NEW YORK, NY 10036
212-835-9600
www.nighthotelny.com
www.vikramchatwalhotels.com

Time Flies During Hockey Season

2010-01-11T09:15:00.000-08:00

Yeah, I know the cliche, "Time flies when your having fun," or busy getting old, or raising kids, or just sitting around doing nothing. For me, the time has been flying high, far, fast and wide. It's HOCKEY season at my house! For me, this means practices four nights a week for the two out of three kids I have that are playing hockey. It means every, and I mean every, weekend we are following the GPS to some new hotel in some new little town,finding the back roads that lead to a Dunkin' Donuts Coffee Shop, eating and enjoying the continental breakfast,and locating a pizza place that we can call our new favorite!
It means the eight hockey sticks, new and old must lean against the wall in our doorway until about mid-March, so that every time we open or close the front doorway, they rattle against the inner wall, sometimes falling with a loud crash that makes your heart skip a beat. It means the smell, the superb aroma of 'The Hockey Bag' as you enter my home stirs throughout the air like a men's locker room. Yankee candle has nothing on me! The cans of Fabreeze are empty and discarded around the house because it must be easier to ditch it behind the cactus then to just toss it in the recycle bin. I try to keep the stench generally located in one area, however, there are the special times when my daughters think it is time to 'Air Out' the bags, and it is at this time when all items are laid out,well, usually scattered all over the floor, usually blocking all emergency exits. The shin pads,the shoulder protectors,the jerseys, the girl jocks,the many colored rolls of tape, and let us not forget the smelly socks and helmets with the mouth guards hanging from them like a Christmas ornament would hang off a tree, or mistletoe might dangle over your entryway.
You know it's hockey season when you always have a blanket in your car. Ours is a bright blue one with Sponge Bob Square Pants on it. At some point it makes it's way in the car soon after the fold up chairs from soccer season have made the way out. It is this blanket that is the core of warmth. It is the 'Togetherness Blanket' as our family shares it at the freezing cold arenas. We all sit much closer during hockey season, as the metal bleachers are frigid on our rears.
I must say I love Hockey season, even with all the extra layers of clothing and it's hat tricks, icings, and chuck-a-pucks, but I also am very thankful for my other daughter who is on the basketball team. She offers me the nice warm indoor wooden bleachers to defrost my bones. My cheering doesn't change,so whether it's 20 degrees, or 70 degrees,I'm every bit as loud!
Time is flying by for all of us. We must be careful what we wish for, for soon life will be over and our loud cheers will be but a distant memory of the past. We need to go to every game we can, to root the loudest we can, because if we don't, what is it all good for? There will be plenty of time at the end for peace and quiet...

Funny thing about a blog...

2009-11-06T14:18:00.000-08:00

As I sat on the couch with Oprah on the tube, kids and dogs active all around me, sipping a Cosmo-type of cocktail made from a kids juice box, I decided to save and give up on my Serenity Helicopter blog. I realized after re-reading for the tenth time that I needed to take a break,and my family demanding I take one.
The dog nudging my hand, begging for chow. My daughter rehearsing for the school Variety Show,insisting I watch her dance routine. Comotion in the back ground about someone touching someone elses stuff...blah, blah, blah.
Neglect, I think..."You are always on the stinkin computer!" Not true!,I reply as I sip my watered down drink.
Now yet another interruption...we MUST go out for Pizza NOW, people are melting around me for the lack of food....
Now it's the next day...it's a wonder I can write at all. It's a rare occasion in my house today because there is nothing on the calendar, no sports, no school, no nothing.That almost never happens! Movies! they say...Paranormal something or other, It's rated R! They need me so they can gain entrance to the crazy scary flick, does this mean I have to submit my own brain to such horror? Let's not forget the 10 year old that insists she is old enough to view such a film. Yikes! Makes me wish they all had something to do.
So...movies it is, I think I will sneak in to the new Clooney movie where he stares at goats or some type of farm animal...
Till next time, perhaps without interuptions...
Serenity shall wait till another moment in time...Perhaps when I have some serenity...

Vegas... It's not just for Gambler's

2009-11-06T11:14:00.000-08:00

Serenity...The state of being calm, peaceful and untroubled.
On a recent visit to Las Vegas,or as most people refer to it as 'Sin City',I cashed in my chips and had the good fortune to fly on a helicopter to the Grand Canyon. I had an unbelievable experience aboard the giant bird.
My pilot, Steven Egger, just happens to be the owner of Serenity Helicopters, his story started not in Las Vegas but years before on the little island of Kauai in Hawaii. Steven, once a young Army pilot in Vietnam,followed his life long dream to fly, it is that dream today that allows him to do what he does best, and that is to share his love of helicopters with people day after day.
Steven, along with a partner started Air Kauai many years ago. On September 11,1992 Hurricane Iniki hit Kauai and demolished the Island,it had destroyed all hope for the immediate future of his business,the tourist trade was devastated, and Steven needed to make some important decisions. After much thought Steven decided to pick up the pieces and move to the nearby Island of Maui,his spirit was broken but his dream was still very much alive. That was more then ten years ago,today Steven still lives in Hawaii along with his wife Debra,together they followed his dream to Las Vegas where they now live part time as they launch there newest helicopter business; Serenity.
As we made our way to the Boulder City airport VIP style in the sleek,luxurious, Serenity van that picked us up from our hotel,the excitement in me was growing by the minute.
As we entered the gates of the Boulder City airport, we knew we were in for a very special treat, the airport itself is very small. Everyone knows everyone!
We followed our driver into the "office" of Serenity for a short briefing before our flight, when I say "office" it's not what I mean, because Serenity's Head Quarters are beautiful! The chic boutique, has a cafe style atmosphere that is warm and welcoming. We were offered coffee, soft drinks, and bottled water while waiting for our flight. The impressive photos of the canyon that played 'slide show style' on the many flat screen TVs made us feel like kids on Christmas morning.
Serenity offers three different tours to choose from, our choice was the 'Sky Dancer' tour.From the second we buckled up to the second we touched down at the picnic site my heart raced with excitement.
As we made our way towards the Canyon we flew over the Hoover Dam, which lies on the boarder between Arizona and Nevada. We then passed over Lake Mead, the largest man-made lake in the western hemisphere. As our journey took us past Fortification Hill, an extinct volcano, and Indian Pass, you could almost imagine the fierce battles that took place many years ago between the Native Americans and the pioneers.As we flew over the next ridge the landscape changed before my eyes,we followed the path of the Colorado River, it led us to the most magnificent picnic site in all of the Grand Canyon.
Steven gently lowered the giant bird,and we headed towards the picnic site. The exclusive landing site, was situated on a plateau overlooking the Colorado River, 3,200 feet below the rim of the Grand Canyon. As we wondered around the area taking photos of the beauty this magical place had to offer, Steven was busy 'setting up camp'. After our short exploration of the area we returned to the landing site where Steven offered us beer, wine,champagne,soft drinks, cheese, crackers,and grapes, what more could you ask for? "WIFI!" I exclaimed, as I tried to upload my photo to Face book, I had a good laugh at myself as I realized, I was not in Kansas anymore. Our time was limited in the Canyon, however, I was able to take some time to explore the sacred homeland of the Hualapai Indian's, and absorb the breath taking beauty this incredible place on Earth had to offer. This truly was a once in a lifetime experience to be enjoyed by all people.
So when your in Vegas and you want a 'sure bet', make your reservations with Serenity Helicopters, I promise you won't be disappointed. And if you find yourself in Hawaii, contact Air Maui for the trip of a lifetime. Steven and his staff are special,and they want you to feel special to, they call you by name, you are not just another number.I was delivered to the state of Serenity, I found my inner calm, and truly felt peaceful and untroubled while in the Canyon, even for just a moment in time, the importance of treating yourself to such wonder will stay with you forever.
Serenity Helicopters
www.serenityhelicopters.com
Boulder City Airport, Nevada
702-589-7700
or
Air Maui
www.airmaui.com
Kahului,Maui,Hawaii
877-238-4942

Rockin The Roof Off The Barn At Levon's

2009-10-11T07:10:00.000-07:00

There's plenty of perks living in the beautiful Hudson River Valley, in upstate New York. To name just one, I live 20 minutes from Woodstock and Levon Helm's house and his recording studio were just about every Saturday night they hold The Midnight Ramble. I was lucky enough to attend last nights Ramble in the Barn, it was filled with surprises.
For starters, my favorite little "Blues Man",Little Sammy Davis opened the show with his unbelievable harmonica sound. I have seen him several times in the past, and I love him!, he usually stands in place, shuffling his little feet back and forth to the music, last night he sat rather still in his chair, playing the Horner and singing the blues like no other. He proved once again, that he's still got it! I'm not sure how old he is, but he's got to be at least 80-plus years young.
The bold music of Mitch Rider and The Detroit Wheels provided the perfect warm up for Levon to follow. Rider, most notably remembered for is hit 'Devil With The Blue Dress On', rocked the doors off the barn! I have seen many of musical artists from yester-year, and let me tell you, Mitch hasn't lost a beat! his voice is as powerful as it ever was, and his talented band rocked right along with him. Mitch brought a special guest of his own, Jeff Miller. Jeff, a singer and song writer him self, jammed with Mitch and the wheels for an added little bonus for us.
Next up, Levon and his unbelievable cast of performers, I like to call them the baker's dozen. This talented group of musicians love what they do, it's evident in the sound that they put out, all you have to do is look at there smiling faces. Each of the musicians while individually terrific, together are inspirational. Levon was silent last night,recovering from throat surgery this past June, he's on strict orders from his Doctor to rest the vocals. However,the lack of singing didn't hold him back in the least. The GREAT news is that his prognosis is good, and there is NO SIGN of cancer. He proves him self on the drums, as one of the best of all time, but he also plays other instruments as well. During one number, he did a little hip gyrating dance number with his mandolin as his partner. His super talented crew was his voice last night, but he will be back and I'm sure better than ever!
The Ramble always proves to be a magical evening,you never know who might just show up. In walked Robbie Dupree, I thought we might get lucky enough to hear him, but something must have come up because he never did take the stage.
Another big bonus for us was, Grammy Award Winning,singer and song writer, Rodney Crowell just happened to be visiting a friends farm down the road,he thought what the hell, I'll go check out Levon's and see what's going on. Rodney once married to Roseanne Cash from 1979-1992, collaborated with his father-in-law, Johnny Cash, on the hit song 'Walk The Line'. Johnny Cash wasn't a fan of how Rodney changed the song around a bit, but ultimately was happy with the end result. Rodney ruled the country charts, and in 1988 he had five #1 hits,and in 1989 he had two #1's.
It's not called the Midnight Ramble for nothing, Levon and his guests ramble, and rock till the end, and the end didn't come last night till Jim Weider took the stage. Weider was lead guitarist(replacing Robbie Robertson)with The Band from 1985-1999. Jim is a native of Woodstock and while a teenager,he met Levon Helm. He has preformed and recorded with such musicians as, Bob Weir, Keith Richards, and Dr John.
It's not just any ones house that you can go to were the living room is filled with legends. If you have never been to a Ramble you had better check it out, and give yourself plenty of notice because it sells out fast.

www.levonhelm.com
www.rodneycrowell.com
www.jimweider.com
e-mail Jeff@esientertainment.com
for Little Sammy Davis go to Levon Helm's site

" Buza" On The Top Of Dabrovnik

2009-10-02T10:03:00.000-07:00

Recently,I was lucky enough to walk the interior of the Castle in Dabrovnik's historic 'Old Town'. The abundance of cafes and coffee shops seemed endless and the walking made me work up a thirst for a beverage. I following the arrows of the hand carved wooden 'Cold Refreshments'sign. I climbed up towards the top of the castle towards the sky and the vibrant blue water view of the Adriatic Sea.
The stone steps seemed endless, the curve of the walls of the castle were smooth yet rugged. Keep climbing! I told myself, just when I thought I would never find the oasis on top of the world, there it was; "BUZA". I thought how incredibly lucky I was to have found this beautiful spot on Earth. Myself, and about 20 other thirsty patrons found paradise.I ordered the local Karlovacko beer, or pivo as they say in Croatia. I found a seat and took a deep breath, as I looked out on the most incredible view of the Adriatic and the Island of Lokrum. The little place was situated on the side of a rock ledge, little tables and chairs filled with people taking in the warm sun and the beauty of the moment.
If you ever find yourself in Dabrovnik's Old Town, you need to follow the wooden sign and climb to the top of the world and treat yourself to a cold refreshing Pivo, and take in the magical sights and the beauty of Croatia.

Croatia, Home of the Cravat

2009-10-02T08:30:00.000-07:00

Did you know that the Cravat originated in Croatia? What is a Cravat you ask? In modern day times, we know the Cravat as a neck tie.
During the European Thirty Years War(1618-1648), the Croatian Cavalry reached all the way to Paris. What is interesting is that the Croats, as part of their traditional national costume, tied lively colored scarves around their necks. In the time of Louis XIV,this beautiful Croatian style impressed the Parisiens so much that they adopted this new fashion item worn 'a`la mani`ere croate', meaning; in the Croatian way. The history of the Cravat's entrance into the fashion of time is world renown. To think Europe and the whole civilized world was conquered by a Cravat, the symbol of culture and prestige.
I spent two days in Dabrovnik, Croatia and was awed by the beauty and the history of the area. While touring through Old Town, I stumbled upon the Croatia Tie Store, the beautiful bright colors lined up along the walls were alluring. My eyes transfixed on a beautiful shaded blue tie, I touched the cravat and felt the well made silky material between my finger tips. How much for this one I asked? the beautiful Croatian clerk relpied in a launguage I didn't understand. Perhaps, my visit to Croatia got the best of me, considering my husbands heritage is Croatian, I thought what better than a souvenir of a Croatian Tie for my Croatian husband. He is now the proud owner of a #2 of 4 authentic hand made Cravat. All for only 24,000 Kuna or approximately $480.00 USD. Yes I know, that's alot of Kuna, but the Croatian Cravat is KNOT just any tie.

Whatever Happened To The Clovettes?

2009-09-28T07:29:00.000-07:00

Living in the small town of Saugerties in upstate New York comes with all sorts of perks, one being it's the home of The Hudson Valley Garlic Festival. As with all small towns it's not what you know, it's who you know. So when a friend called me up and asked if my kids would be interested in working at the Garlic Festival, I thought, what the heck it sounds fun!

In 1989, Pat Reppert of Shale Hill Farm and Herb Gardens organized the first Garlic Festival held in the Hudson Valley. It was started to promote Repperts herb business and NYS grown garlic. Pat's newsletter the "Notes from Shale Hill Farms" was the only publicity aside from a local newspaper picking up the story. Through word of mouth the attendance of the first Garlic Festival far exceeded the estimations.

By 1990, over 425"garlic lovers" attended the event, and by 1991 tickets where pre-sold to try and control the crowds. Reppert had over 1,500 phone calls from crazy people trying to gain admission to the new popular festival. It was then that Pat " cried uncle" and approached the Saugerties Kiwanis Club for help in managing the festival.

in 1992, the Kiwanis Club of Saugerties held the first Garlic Festival at Cantine Field in Saugerties.

The word was out, and the numbers began to grow faster than the garlic. I like to think that the heightened attendance had something to do with the entrance of "The Clovettes". My daughters, Moorea, Hayley, and Hannah all worked the festival from 2003 till 2007, when sadly the board of directors did away with the clovettes for unknown reasons. The girls where a hit! They even got there picture in The New York Times. They dressed in homemade Garlic Clove outfits with garlic head crowns and garlic necklaces with sneakers on there feet. They walked the crowd with Mr and Mrs Garlic, they greeted the folks with big smile's and posed for 1000's of photos, this I am sure of.

As the years pass, the festival keeps growing, 2007 the last year of "The Clovettes" proved to be the largest garlic celebration ever with numbers reaching around 53,000. I'm convinced the people where coming out to see the beautiful "Clovettes!" Hail to the fallen Clovettes! I know they are busy growing up and going to school. Personally I miss seeing the cute Clovettes in there garlic sac dresses with there skinny stocking legs sticking out of the bottom and there little sneakers that got them through the mighty crowd, but all good things must come to an end. Reguarless, I'm sure I would have NO chance at getting back into those cute little outfits ever again.

The two day festival has had it's ups and downs, rain being the biggest hurdle.

In keeping with tradition in which it was born, the Hudson Valley Garlic Festival continues to be a fun celebration of the harvest of what garlic lovers all around the world lovingly refer to as the "Stinking Rose."
hvgf.org

Whitewater Rafting Family Style

2009-09-24T05:29:00.000-07:00

Recently, I was lucky enough to visit the Vail- Beaver Creek area of Colorado for a family wedding. My Niece Kelli found her true love Rob, and they tied the knot at the Lazy J Ranch in Colorado. So I packed up my family and we headed West, to join in the celebration of love and family.

While we where there we looked into some day trips, I wanted the kids to get a sense of the beauty that Colorado has to offer. My husband, not being a great swimmer was weary of the rafting idea at first. My three daughters, ages, 10,13,and 15 were ALL IN! Needless to say my husband followed and we ALL had a blast!

I did some research and found Lakota River Rafting, they have offices located in the Vail-Eagle Valley area and also Aspen and the Arkansas River Valley. Lakota has been in operation for 30 years, and has offered family fun trips as well as crazy adventure seeker trips. They offer trips for beginners, intermediate, advanced and expert. You decide what level of fun your seeking, or if you want a half day or a full day filled with adventure and tons of fun. The highly trained professionals and well skilled staff at Lakota consists of hikers, mountain bikers, skiers, snow boarders, and college students. Safety came first, all guides have to go through a series of training classes, and all know CPR in case it's needed. I felt very safe! Everyone was fitted with a helmet and PFD (personal floatation device).

Our choice, the half-day trip down the Shoshone Canyon River Valley. And what a choice it proved to be, the Shoshone River valley offered excellent rapids, beautiful mountains views, blue Sky's above and areas where if you looked hard enough you could see wildlife at its best. Paul, our guide was amazing, even though he didn't warn me of the big drop off when I was thrusted downwards into the base of the raft landing on the spare emergency paddle. In hindsight I guess it was better to fall in, than to fall out. Our adventure twisted downwards and ended in Glenwood Springs; Lakota offered a fabulous fajita lunch complete with cookies and soft drinks for the hungry rafters. They even offer a professional photographer that follows your raft from the land, he captures the big toothy grins on every ones faces as they go over the rapids and down the Colorado River. During lunch he plays a slide show of your adventure for all to enjoy, you may purchase a cd disc of your raft trip for a reasonable amount of money. I bought one, and loved each and every photo! What a great memory for my family to have. I can't remember ever looking at pictures of an event when every person in my family was smiling and laughing all day long..

So, if you've got kids and your looking for the next family fun trip, check out Lakota River Rafting, you will not be disappointed.

Lakota River Rafting

http://www.lakotariver.com/

also

White Water Photo's

970-470-2666

http://www.douglasbrownimages.photoreflect.com/

The Witches of Ogulin

2009-09-22T12:46:00.000-07:00

There is a little fairy tale town in Croatia called Ogulin. The town is small and the people are friendly. Fairy Tales are for children you say, not true say the people from Ogulin, not true!
I stayed at The Hotel Frankopan during my visit to this magical little town. The Frankopan is located in the very heart of the fairy tale town next door to the 16th century Frankopan Castle.
Ogulin grew around The Frankopan fortress-castle, which was built by the aristocratic family Frankopan. Prince Bernardin Frankopan, son of Stjepan, in his town of Modrus around 1500, issued a document to the newly built town of Ogulin, by which he marked the boundary between Modrus and Vitunj on the first geographical map of Croatia, Ogulin was called Julin Grad, linking the name of the town to the legend of Dula, who threw herself into the gorge of the River Dobra due to a broken heart.
The flow of the River Dobra ends in a canyon passing through the very center of town. The river disappears through a huge opening under the sharp cliffs. The abyss of the River Dobra got it's name from this young girl Dula. The legend dates back from the 16th century. Dula was of notible origin and her parents promised her to an elderly nobleman. However, a young handsom Captain, Milan Juraic arrived in Ogulin and stole Dulas heart. It was love at first sight! Milan was killed in battle while defending the Frankopan Castle and when Dula heard the news she couldn't bare the thought of life without Milan and threw herself into the abyss of the River Dobra. If you look closly at the rock above the abyss you can see the profile of a man looking down into the deapths. The people of Ogulin believe that this is the face of Milan gazing towards his beloved Dula. Legend says that if you listen very carefully, early in the morning you can hear Dula's spirited sobs echo from the canyon.
Dula is not the only women to have had her heart broken by a man, but she is the only one to still show her spirit in the canyon of the River Dobra.
The near by Mountain of Klek has also been inspired by folk imagination, resulting in the legend of the 'Witches of Klek'. According to the legend, in the midnight hour on stormy nights, Klek becomes the meeting place of witches,warlocks, fairies, and elves from around the world. It is said that they fly down from the mountain and storm through the village and if you listen very carefully you can hear the mighty rumpus from the mountain echo through the town of Ogulin
During my visit to this cute little town I never heard Dula's cries nor did I see any witches in flight, but I did find some spirited fun locals to visit with at The St Hubert Hotel.
My time spent in Ogulin was short, but my memories will last a lifetime. I remain in contact with a few special people from Ogulin. My last night out on the town will forever stay in my memory and I still laugh out loud today when I think about the fun that was has in the samll little town of Ogulin. KAAATSIEEE!!!

www.hotel-frankopan.hr
www.sthubert.hr

INDO...The best Sushi in Myrtle

2009-09-22T11:36:00.000-07:00

While spending time in the Myrtle Beach area this past summer I was craving some sushi. I noticed a cute little place in a strip mall across from where I was staying, but my schedule didn't permit the time to check it out while I was there. So, while I was sitting at the airport waiting for my flight back to New York; Sushi was on my mind. It was then when I herd the announcement that my flight had been cancelled due to crazy lightning storms in New York, I knew at that moment in time exactly where I was heading for dinner.

I had the cab driver take me back to the hotel just so I could secure my bags and then I made a bee line for the cute little Thai restaurant across the way.

Skully, my good looking American bartender poured me some Saki while I had a chance to look over the menu. I decided on the Fresh Rolls, they were to die for, but the Pan Fried Grouper was something out of this world! Smothered with portabella mushrooms, asparagus, and avocado topped with a Thai red Curry sauce that will keep you sippin your Saki. The homemade Miso soup was a hit as where the Spider Rolls. Greg my sushi chef out did him self! Fresh ingredients made all the difference in this culinary experience.

Laura Smith, the owner of INDO was a most gracious host. She checked on me and made me feel like family.

As I watched the rain pour down in buckets outside, I was warm and dry with my Saki and new friends inside. I had a great meal, and soon rest would follow, only to wake in the morning and attempt my journey home once again.

It has been months since my wonderful meal at INDO, but it is still fresh on my mind.

Thank You Laura for the great eats, and super hospitality! Skully, Thanks for reducing the stress level from my canceled flight. I couldn't have had a better last night out in Myrtle had I planned it that way.

I regret that my camera was back at my hotel, so you will have to take my word for the beautiful presentation of my food. When in Myrtle, check out INDO, and while your there say hello to Skully for me!

Indo, Thai;Sushi;Hibachi Restaurant

980 82nd Parkway, Myrtle Beach, SC 29572

Laura Smith;Owner

Tel: 843-629-7000

Fax:843-692-7020

Life At The Lake

2009-07-17T06:49:00.000-07:00

What can I say, I'm a lucky girl! Even when I'm not on vacation, I'm on vacation. I have been at our little lake house for three weeks now, the days started running together about a week ago. The day, the time, the date, who cares, it just doesn't matter. It's a great way to live! I have been starting each day with a cup of Green Tea and ending it with a glass of wine,while taking in a spectacular sunset.

Lake Ontario has long been known for World Class Salmon Fishing, people come from far and near. I have been on the other side of a fishing pole reeling in the 'big one'. The excitement is wild, your hands become sweaty and week from the pressure of trying to land the creature that was a few moments ago swimming in the cold depths, 50 feet below the surface. The area just below your belly-button aches from the fishing pole digging in for leverage. Pull up, real down, I keep reminding myself. Finally, the shiny fish shows itself on the surface, people scramble to get the net, they are busy reeling in the other poles, the Captains watchful eyes concentrate on the boat traffic, yelling out orders so we will be successful at landing the mighty fish. Once hauled on board, it's hard to tell who looks worse for the fight. I of course opt to hurry and toss the winner back to his home, he is on a mission after all, he's traveling home to spawn. He will travel back to is homeland, through the lake, up the river and through the streams. He will climb the ladders of his childhood and when he reaches the end point of his life he will then die of natural causes. Seems poetic, but it's nature at it's best!

Off in the distance, the birds chirp and sing their musical tunes. I watch from my deck as a large Osprey swoops down into the water and emerges, dripping wet, with a Gobi fish in his talons. Gracefully, the large bird flies off with his catch, turning slightly towards me on the shore to show off his kill, then heads west towards the flat rocks where he can be alone to indulge in his catch. The gray herons make there way past our camp late in the day, always looking busy as if trying to stay on some type of schedule, perhaps a curfew of sorts. As the fishing boats head off into the distance, I watch the sail boats gently glide past the lighthouse, killing the engines and popping the sails as they emerge into the great expanse. The beautiful colors of the spinnakers always make me feel happy.

The winds on the lake vary, some days none, most days some, and other days 60 MPH. Everyday is a new one, all different, and most are enjoyable. Sunsets, each one different, the cloud cover depicts a new masterpiece every evening. Mesmerizing watercolors, pinks and blues and purples, shadows of the clouds reflecting off the water. The end comes soon, each day is always met with the knowledge of waking and doing it all over again the next day.

Free Style Music Park, It's Not Just For Music Lover's...

2009-06-19T10:42:00.000-07:00

When John Stine, Director of Sales and Marketing for Myrtle Beaches newest theme park, The Freestyle Music Park, started to talk about all the different adventures that the park offers, I could barely contain myself. Being a relatively young Mom of three, very active and adventurous daughters, I am not new to riding roller coasters. Granted it's never at the top of my list but all the same I do it for the kids. I would never want to be branded as the one who didn't have fun! I only wished my kids could have been along for this ride.

The Freestyle Park spans approximately 55 acres, and has somewheres in the neighborhood of 14 million annual visitors. It's loaded with more than 50 attractions, including roller coasters, restaurants, fireworks nightly, and Polly Nesian's Splash Bash, a kids water park complete with a crashing bucket of water that lands down on the heads of the waiting people below.

A must see at the park is 'Adrenaline Rush', it's a fast-paced, high energy extreme competition show. It's a cross between BMX, roller blading and skate boarding. They even light a stunt man on fire and he free falls to a waiting pool below. Kids of all ages will love this!

You must also ride 'The Time Machine', over 150 feet in the sky,this coaster has a total of six inversions: a 120-foot-tall loop; a 95 foot tall cobra roll, and reaches speeds of 65 mph, making it the fastest and tallest coaster in the Carolina's. The 'Round About' is no joke either, this ride was my favorite. It's a cross between a coaster and a Ferris Wheel, you climb in your motorcar and prepare for the ride of your life. Once you reach the top of the Ferris wheel portion of the ride, it lines up on a track and launches you off at super speeds, twists and turns, when your done with this one you'll know your ALIVE!

If you find yourself in the Carolina's you must check out The Freestyle Music park!

Freestyle Music Park
211 George Bishop Parkway

Myrtle Beach, SC 29579

website http://www.freestylemusicpark.com/

The Eden Rock, St Barth's

2009-06-19T10:11:00.000-07:00

With imprinted memories of the Voyager ferry buried deep in the back of my mind, I boarded the 65-foot motor yacht, 'The Eden Rock', of St Barths; luxury like non other, with over sized blue and white striped cotton cushions filled with feathers to make the perfect sun bed. Pilou, the Captain and part owner welcomed me with a glass of champagne. If you are a boat person, then trust me on this one, the only way to see St Barths is from the deck of 'The Eden Rock'.

web site http://www.masterski-pilou.com/
email lepilou@wanadoo.fr

Saint Barth's...Serenity Discovered, Paradise Found

2009-06-19T09:14:00.000-07:00

I hope you enjoy the following excerpt from my St. Barth's story, soon to be published on the web at GoNomad.com and also in print in The Lincoln Eagle newspaper.

My choice was the Voyager Ferry, affectionately known on Trip-Advisor as "The Vomit Commit". My excursion began in Oyster Pond, St Maarten, DWI at The Dinghy Dock Bar where for good measure I proceeded to wash a Dramamine down with a Carib Beer. With passport in hand I departed Saint Martin for the 40 minute Voyager Ferry ride that would bring me to Gustavia, in St Barth's.

My years of sailing experience told me to make my way to the upper deck, as you never want to stay down below the waves. I found a seat that was relatively dry and settled in for the short jaunt over to St Barth's. It all started out calm, blue sky and puffy clouds, but quickly changed to doom. The sky started to turn gray, and the wind started to pick up. The salt water sprayed me as the boat rocked up and down against the large swells. Still not too bad, I thought, until it seemed that someone had just thrown a bucket of salt water directly at me. I looked around and there was no one with a bucket, just the other brave ferry goers. Hummm...It made me think of a past spa treatment that had a salt exfoliation scrub. The boat was full, so there wasn't another area for me to move to, not to mention it would have been very hard to walk around at this point. So, I had very little choice but to ride it out and hope for the best. By the time I reached my destination, my jean's weighed in at about 10 lbs......To read more keep checking at Gonomad.com soon, or pick up an edition of The Lincoln Eagle.

During my visit to this fabulous place on earth I stayed at The Hotel Le Toiny, check out there web site at http://www.letoiny.com/ or to make reservations contact them at reservations@letoiny.com

14 B, Any Seat But This One!

2009-06-17T11:37:00.000-07:00

Well, I have been home for a few days now and still find myself thinking about seat 14B. Honestly, I'm not sure what Delta was thinking when they put this seat in the plane. It is located directly across from the toilet. It is the last seat on the plane, and it may as well be located outside of the plane. The smell would have been better from the exterior! So let me see if i can explain this a little better for those of you having a tuff time getting a visual for this...

After going to the airport the first day and having that flight cancelled, I returned to my hotel for one more night of FUN in Myrtle Beach. Day 2,back in the saddle again, I returned to the airport for another go at it and all seemed well. I boarded my flight, with my belongings in tow, as I walked the distance of the plane I realized my seat was ALL the way back. As I settled in for the just under 2 hour flight to LGA, I clearly realized that this could be a "Crappy" seat, no pun intended!

For starters, every time someone had to use the facility's there 'ass' brushed up against my arm. That's just not right! OK , So in or out! Do people realize the longer they leave the door open the more of a whiff we all get in back of the bus. I could almost taste the air freshener that sprayed every few minutes to keep the area smelling mighty fine. I have been waking up nights hearing the 'GUSH' of the flush. That reminds me of another question... why do they only have 1oz Vodka on board? It was soon clear to me that I needed to make the best of this situation fast. The pretty blue water that was sucked 1000 MPH outwards into oblivion made me turn up my i-pod even louder. I thought for sure the peanuts where dipped in glade, they had a special sheen about them. I took my sweater off of my head long enough to wash them down with my Vodka and Fresca. Quick, back into the cocoon! As for the bible belt, God fearing, non-stop talking big sister who never shut up and never told her little brother to stop flicking the light on and off and who never hinted that he might cut his jugular by ripping his can of ginger ale apart with his bare hands, Thank You for getting the hint that I was not in the mood for small talk!

That's just apart of the glamorous life of a travel writer, next time I could get lucky and be in first class! All in a days work!

A Getaway With My Sister

2009-06-07T17:52:00.000-07:00

My bags are packed, in spite of me forgetting a batch of great clothes at the dry cleaner's. We are all checked in, and will be on our way early in the morning. I'm looking forward to getting away with my sister Chris, we should have a fabulous time together. Bonding once again like years past, I was the little sister, so I would hide her car keys under the couch so she wouldn't leave without me. She would go CRAZY looking for them while I just sat there and said nothing. I always wanted to go everywhere with her, now I'm taking her with me! She needs a little jaunt away, the everyday stress of life can become a heavy burden. Myrtle Beach is just the answer. Follow our adventure, guaranteed to be filled with laughter.

We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we find in our travels is an honest friend. - Robert Louis Stevenson -

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Yard Sale Weekend

2009-05-28T19:21:00.000-07:00

Well it's finally here, the long awaited weekend so I can get rid of my 'stuff '. I have spent much time planning and sorting all the things in my life that I no longer desire. My Mother pretends to be a customer, she walks through the crowd and looks the part of the busy shopper. No doubt she will find a funny hat or scarf to put on as to 'fit in'. My sister will arrive with bagels in hand and Dunkin Donut coffee. That always makes me happy!What do we really need? Why do we and how do we acquire so much 'stuff '? I swore off yard sales after my last one. Never Again! I told my self. I even said it out loud! Rain, rain go away, come again another day! Perhaps, I'm slap happy from putting those little round neon stickers on everything. Something for everyone; so they say. I can hear it already...uhmmm, excuse me but would you take less for this item? Well let me see...it's already marked 25 cents, sure I will lady! Let us not neglect the' early birds', they are people too. If you are not familiar with that term they are eager people that show up at your house anywhere from 3 hours to one entire day early in hopes of getting the true bargain. So when it's all said and done I will count my dollars and make my trip to Goodwill to donate all the left over treasure that no one claimed. I might be a little richer, but I think not any wiser. I will have to wake early to post the signage, normally that job gets done the night before, but like years past the rain will ruin my efforts and destroy my posters.

One thing is for sure, I will say "NEVER AGAIN" again; but give me two years and more 'stuff' and I will be back at it.

ARUBA "One Happy Island"

2009-05-13T10:01:00.000-07:00

The following is an excerpt from my Aruba, One Happy Island Story. I hope you enjoy... Also, sorry for the 2X on the yellow boat, I am still learning. I can't figure out how to delete one of them, if anyone knows...HELP ME!

As I made my way through the beautiful newly decorated lobby, past the Stellaris Casino, and out the back door towards the beach bar, clearly, I was on a mission. As I bellied up to the bar at Simply Fish, I asked the bartender about the aloe drinks. Under his recommendation I ordered the 'Aloe Rum Punch'. All this hype; it had better be worth it! Pinkish in color with a cherry and pineapple topper, I took a smell, then a swig. Hmmm...cold, refreshing, sweet, not to sweet, yet there was something about it. I asked the bartender to see the actual bottle of aloe.Aruba prides itself on their aloe crops. " BIG MISTAKE," I started to think.There it was in writing, distilled in Korea. As I drank some more, there was an odd consistency about this liquid. The bartender poured me some straight aloe in a separate cup.I picked it up, looked at it, and, hummm, some little floating opaque pieces of aloe plant. I drank some and swilled it around my mouth. Immediately, I had a flashback of years past swimming at the Jersey Shore during jellyfish season; the waves crashing into shore, the pieces of broken jellyfish scattered throughout the salt water, and the broken sea creatures littering the shoreline. I was done! There wasn't much for me to do at this point except to finish my jellyfish drink and make my way towards some food.

With jellyfish still on my mind, I thought, "What better to eat for dinner than Sushi?".....

I stayed at the beautiful new Tradewinds Club, the dedicated concierge staff went above and beyond to make my trip memorable. From the "pillow menu", to the lush landscaping overlooking the Caribbean Sea, they indeed spoiled me rotten. On the Marriott property you will have seven restaurants and cafes to choose from. You must also visit The Mandara Spa during your stay. Just know that the Aruba Marriott staff is dedicated to making your stay the best that they can.

Check out The Aruba Marriott on the web at www.arubamarriott.com/ & The Mandara Spa @ aruba@mandaraspa.com

Dinner For Two...a rainy night out

2009-05-09T05:47:00.000-07:00

Recently I gave up eating meat so naturally when my husband offered to head over to the new Flat Iron Grill in Red Hook, I hesitated. We've been there before and it was fabulous, it's just that I wasn't in the mood to try and pick through the menu. So it was after a little deliberation that we agreed on the new Mercato [Italian] Restaurant in Red Hook. I've heard many good reports amongst my friends so I figured lets give it a try.

As I entered the tiny little space, I was greeted by my friend's Beth and Chris. After we got the hellos and goodbyes out of the way, they warned me "Its a little loud in there tonight!", but the food is unbelievable! OK, so loud was an understatement...without a reservation they managed to find us a cute little table for two. The walls where painted a pale yellow, it felt warm and inviting except for the level of loudness. After my salad arrived and I got a glass of wine in me, I managed to get used to the decibel level. I found myself talking just as loud as everyone else. [if you know me, loud is usually not a problem] Perhaps, it's just a weekend thing, mid-week must be a little quieter.

Great little spot for sure, filled with Manhattanites and locals galore, it seats maybe 40 people max. It has a NYC feel, Cute bar, although they only serve beer and wine. The wine list is a bit difficult to decipher, it's partially in Italian, however it was loaded with many fine wines. Much to my surprise they even had a couple of Organic red's to choose from. As I read the menu over I made my choice on the bucatini pasta, only problem was the guanciaale, [pronounced gwahn-CHAY-lay]. I was not sure what this was. I thought perhaps an exotic vegetable ?...I asked our waiter and he described it to be "pork jowl". Well, I have to tell you, there are no worse words to hear for a brand new non-meat eating person than "Pork Jowl!" OK so I had to make a recovery fast, I asked if they could kindly hold the jowl, and maybe throw in a veggie or two. I have to tell you that I have always prided myself in NOT being a pain in the ass customer and I really didn't want to start now! Our waiter was accommodating, and the chef was not offended. He even decided to throw in some Broccoli Rabe. Excellent!!! I give the food 5 STARS. I have been living on nuts and seeds,and fruit and veggies for about a month now, so perhaps my gastronomy experience was heightened, however, I don't think so. I know fabulous food when I eat it.

Go on a date, go out alone, call a friend, rainy night or not make your way to Mercato.

http://offmanhattan.com/2009/04/30/mercato-restaurant-red-hook-ny/

The days are endless...

2009-05-07T18:05:00.000-07:00

It seems that time goes by so fast, yet the days seem endless. Have you ever wondered why you can't get your kids to go to bed at night, yet they never want to get out of it in the morning...Time travels by so fast, you see other people's kids and how big they are getting, my oldest daughter turned 15...I said 15...how is it possible, does that mean I too am 15 years older. I think NOT!!!

The Learning Curve

2009-05-07T13:24:00.000-07:00

For some this may come easy...no one likes to learn new things. I will have to figure the blogging thing out! Spell check will be a must! not to mention, how does one find this page again after
"X-ing" out? Humm...Perhaps I should ask one of my kids, what Learning curve?

Lunch in France...Kind of....

2009-05-07T12:26:00.000-07:00

Hi everyone, well I have figured out how to set up a blog. I shall learn as I go.

I had lunch in France today, or I like to think I did. My favorite little spot in upstate NY, Le Cunard. It was a pleasure lunch, filled with work items. I watched out the window at the man that should be working on publishing my story, as he took a smoke break, and greeted passers by. But then again, I was having lunch in France while I should be working....Life is nice when you can go to France for lunch