When I departed for Italy, my soul craved adventure.
I was 23 and felt stifled from a failed and complicated marriage. I wanted to feel unchained, reckless, I wanted to explore the world. When I reflect on that time now, it is hard for me to imagine that I was ever married.
A very good friend of mine once told me that your twenties are an evolution. Indeed, I continue to evolve.
As I prepare for Scotland, all I can think about is having a vacation.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Let the spending begin!
My work schedule requires working six days on one week, then four days on the next. Today was my first day off in week--- I relished it.
I managed to have fun and knock out quite a few things from the To Do List. I began at Target, loading up on some of the basics, hair ties, razors, soap and a few much needed clothing items. Afterwards, I grabbed tea with Nicole and we spent a couple hours walking around Wenatchee and window shopping. I was stoked to find a slim and unique journal that I can take on my trip. It has a Walt Whitman quote on the cover and I enjoy the cute background. Funny how the littlest item, can thrill you to no end. It was $8.00 and will probably be the cheapest purchase of my trip...perhaps, also the most precious. I also found a great messenger bag by Keen that will be durable and functional.
Purchased: Little Black Dress & Red Flats
Let the test-run for packing begin....
"I take take the open road, healthy, free, the world before me"
I managed to have fun and knock out quite a few things from the To Do List. I began at Target, loading up on some of the basics, hair ties, razors, soap and a few much needed clothing items. Afterwards, I grabbed tea with Nicole and we spent a couple hours walking around Wenatchee and window shopping. I was stoked to find a slim and unique journal that I can take on my trip. It has a Walt Whitman quote on the cover and I enjoy the cute background. Funny how the littlest item, can thrill you to no end. It was $8.00 and will probably be the cheapest purchase of my trip...perhaps, also the most precious. I also found a great messenger bag by Keen that will be durable and functional.
Purchased: Little Black Dress & Red Flats
Let the test-run for packing begin....
Messenger bag and journal
"I take take the open road, healthy, free, the world before me"
Out of shape
I had a 3 month plan. The fourth quarter and the madness of retail had subsided and I was going to work less and work out more.
Oops
I'm leaving in 8 days and not only am I not in shape, but I'm holding on to the 20ish pounds I've gained since I started with company X. My hope is that I will not add anymore weight to my body in Scotland, fingers crossed, that I might loose a little.
The real bummer, is that hiking all day with a pack on is exhausting. I know I can hang, I'll fight through it. I just might be hating myself every night because my knees and body ache.
Let this be my one and only vent to myself regarding my weight. Feeling insecure only drives me to eat another pound of cheese.
Ok, I'm done.
Oops
I'm leaving in 8 days and not only am I not in shape, but I'm holding on to the 20ish pounds I've gained since I started with company X. My hope is that I will not add anymore weight to my body in Scotland, fingers crossed, that I might loose a little.
The real bummer, is that hiking all day with a pack on is exhausting. I know I can hang, I'll fight through it. I just might be hating myself every night because my knees and body ache.
Let this be my one and only vent to myself regarding my weight. Feeling insecure only drives me to eat another pound of cheese.
Ok, I'm done.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Planning, Procrastinating
I'm procrastinating
I've barely researched anything about Scotland. It might be a cop-out to say this, but I just don't feel like it's my style to research ahead. I didn't for Italy, France, or Egypt...and I had amazing trips despite it. I'd rather feel the freedom to explore day to day than to to build up a detailed itinerary. Granted, I need to do a little planning. I will not have the luxury of 6+ weeks of travel. I have 12 days to explore after you take out the flight time to and from. I need to maximize my time to a certain degree.
I'm nervous about leaving the cats. I don't have great cat sitting plans set up and that worries me the most.
I find myself daydreaming about Scotland and building it up to be another "Italy Trip". I need to work on breaking that association now. This trip is very different and I want to enjoy it for all the new things it will bring to my life. I don't want to go into it with preconceived notions of what it should or shouldn't be.
To set myself straight---here's what I need to work on. I will use this blog entry to keep track of how I'm doing and update it throughout the week.
I've barely researched anything about Scotland. It might be a cop-out to say this, but I just don't feel like it's my style to research ahead. I didn't for Italy, France, or Egypt...and I had amazing trips despite it. I'd rather feel the freedom to explore day to day than to to build up a detailed itinerary. Granted, I need to do a little planning. I will not have the luxury of 6+ weeks of travel. I have 12 days to explore after you take out the flight time to and from. I need to maximize my time to a certain degree.
I'm nervous about leaving the cats. I don't have great cat sitting plans set up and that worries me the most.
I find myself daydreaming about Scotland and building it up to be another "Italy Trip". I need to work on breaking that association now. This trip is very different and I want to enjoy it for all the new things it will bring to my life. I don't want to go into it with preconceived notions of what it should or shouldn't be.
To set myself straight---here's what I need to work on. I will use this blog entry to keep track of how I'm doing and update it throughout the week.
Establish a cat sitter- Make bill paying arrangements
Call credit cards to authorize international expenses- Stop mail dates
- Longterm parking at SeaTac?
- Review Couchsurfing profiles, start making a list of potential people to email for surfing in Edinburgh and Glasglow
- Make a few itunes playlists
- Finish tattoo design and print it
- Plan out budget
Call Dr. for sleeping/anxiety pills for the flightMake copies of my passport and send to myself/Dad- Practice loading my pack and figure out what I really can and cannot take
Transfer money between my two banks
To buy:
Camera, or find existing one?Stock the house with food for the boysA small flat iron- Microfiber towel
New socksGluten free power barsA compact journalA small messenger bag- Clothes
New tops that are light and travel friendlyA dress & flats to go withHoddie- Yoga pants
A pair of cords?(Opted for a lightweight nylon pant)
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
I'm Back
Hello World,
It's been a while.
The last time I blogged publicly, it was 2009 and I was traveling in Egypt. That was almost three years ago...
As I write to you, my imaginary audience, I feel as though I've let myself down. I'm sad that I haven't maintained this blog with my mini-adventures: DC, Vegas, Texas, Mexico, etc..... It doesn't all have to be about European travels, right? I wonder if I've I failed because it's been three years since I've backpacked. Did I loose sight of what I love? Did I change? Is it that I can't follow through or that I can't let go?
It's neither here or there. I question too much, which is perhaps why, I drink too much. It's easier to sit at home with a bottle of wine than to day dream or work towards more. I am excelling in my career, which makes it easy to become complacent with inner growth.
In the last three years, I've moved from Camas to Redmond to Kirkland to Seattle to Central Washington. I left Standard and took a Pet Store Manager position in Bellevue. I was later recruited by another company, relocated, and now I work in HR.
Great friends have come and gone, each of them touching my life and my heart. When I moved to Seattle, I fell in love with a man named Nick. We're quite the pair, fierce to say the least. We're still battling it out in this thing people call a relationship. The quote we seem to live by is "When two people love each other, but just can't pull it together---when is enough, enough?" Answer: Never.
My style has changed and so has my body. I've had curly hair, long hair, dark hair, red hair, super short and in between. Now I'm back to a dirty blonde, the color that feels natural to me---though it takes anything but natural remedies of bleach and dye to make it this way. I used to complain that I weighed 130, let's just say that I don't know if I will ever be that tiny again. Most days, I feel healthy. I probably ought to stop trying to fit in the clothes I wore at 20 and just embrace the body that I have now.
I spent a few years living cheap and struggling. When I worked at the pet store, I also had to babysit just to pay the bills. I was crammed in 400sq feet and living on frozen dinners. Now I'm in a 1500sq house that I rent by myself and my meals usually consist of take out: thai, Red Robin, and mexican.
My cats, whom I refer to as "the boys", remain the center of my life. For it is their needs, complete with raw food, custom cat trees, and hardwood floors so Harley doesn't pee on carpet---that drives my need to provide a great income. In my mind, I would not be so responsible if I didn't have them. That I would have ran away to Italy and worked as a bartender. That I'd be in Prague, dancing with friends every night. Not everyone is so passionate about pet ownership. If there is a singular concept that defines me, it is them. If I am nothing else in my life, if I never achieve a thing, I gave Kudos and Harley the dream life. I am most proud of this accomplishment.
In 15 days, I embark on another world adventure. I'm going to Scotland for two weeks. Scotland, home of my ancestors. John Patrick Napier, who came to America in 1654 and spawned the generations that became my family and now me. I will visit Napier University in Edinburgh, I will see our castles, our coat of arms, our artifacts and so on.
I am excited to disconnect from everything. To be unplugged from my work email and the 90 employees demanding my attention, to not carry a cell phone, to turn left and get lost, to make strangers my friends, to find the beauty in a foreign country, and to reconnect with me. Spending hours walking, thinking, enjoying music, and writing.
The countdown begins...
It's been a while.
The last time I blogged publicly, it was 2009 and I was traveling in Egypt. That was almost three years ago...
As I write to you, my imaginary audience, I feel as though I've let myself down. I'm sad that I haven't maintained this blog with my mini-adventures: DC, Vegas, Texas, Mexico, etc..... It doesn't all have to be about European travels, right? I wonder if I've I failed because it's been three years since I've backpacked. Did I loose sight of what I love? Did I change? Is it that I can't follow through or that I can't let go?
It's neither here or there. I question too much, which is perhaps why, I drink too much. It's easier to sit at home with a bottle of wine than to day dream or work towards more. I am excelling in my career, which makes it easy to become complacent with inner growth.
In the last three years, I've moved from Camas to Redmond to Kirkland to Seattle to Central Washington. I left Standard and took a Pet Store Manager position in Bellevue. I was later recruited by another company, relocated, and now I work in HR.
Great friends have come and gone, each of them touching my life and my heart. When I moved to Seattle, I fell in love with a man named Nick. We're quite the pair, fierce to say the least. We're still battling it out in this thing people call a relationship. The quote we seem to live by is "When two people love each other, but just can't pull it together---when is enough, enough?" Answer: Never.
My style has changed and so has my body. I've had curly hair, long hair, dark hair, red hair, super short and in between. Now I'm back to a dirty blonde, the color that feels natural to me---though it takes anything but natural remedies of bleach and dye to make it this way. I used to complain that I weighed 130, let's just say that I don't know if I will ever be that tiny again. Most days, I feel healthy. I probably ought to stop trying to fit in the clothes I wore at 20 and just embrace the body that I have now.
I spent a few years living cheap and struggling. When I worked at the pet store, I also had to babysit just to pay the bills. I was crammed in 400sq feet and living on frozen dinners. Now I'm in a 1500sq house that I rent by myself and my meals usually consist of take out: thai, Red Robin, and mexican.
My cats, whom I refer to as "the boys", remain the center of my life. For it is their needs, complete with raw food, custom cat trees, and hardwood floors so Harley doesn't pee on carpet---that drives my need to provide a great income. In my mind, I would not be so responsible if I didn't have them. That I would have ran away to Italy and worked as a bartender. That I'd be in Prague, dancing with friends every night. Not everyone is so passionate about pet ownership. If there is a singular concept that defines me, it is them. If I am nothing else in my life, if I never achieve a thing, I gave Kudos and Harley the dream life. I am most proud of this accomplishment.
In 15 days, I embark on another world adventure. I'm going to Scotland for two weeks. Scotland, home of my ancestors. John Patrick Napier, who came to America in 1654 and spawned the generations that became my family and now me. I will visit Napier University in Edinburgh, I will see our castles, our coat of arms, our artifacts and so on.
I am excited to disconnect from everything. To be unplugged from my work email and the 90 employees demanding my attention, to not carry a cell phone, to turn left and get lost, to make strangers my friends, to find the beauty in a foreign country, and to reconnect with me. Spending hours walking, thinking, enjoying music, and writing.
The countdown begins...
Friday, May 22, 2009
Tourists
When I first found out that I was coming on this trip to Egypt, I was ecstatic. I would have never thought before that seeing the Pyramids or being in Africa was something that I was ever going to experience. However, once the initial "oh my god, oh my god" joy wore off---I began to get a little nervous about the trip. I started to googling the typical tourist information on customs, warnings, what to expect, etc...and it was a little overwhelming. The more I researched, the more I became aware (once again) of what a sheltered American woman I am.
The primary concerns of my mine revolved around being a woman in an Islamic country. I was anxious about what I should/shouldn't wear, I feared for my safety, I was scared my blonde highlights and blue eyes would make me a target for kidnapping, but most of all---I just didn't know what to expect. I knew this trip would be no Italy--with drunken debauchery in the streets at two am, mozzarella at all times or the day, or staying with random strangers. I might always be down for an adventure, but this adventure had me apprehensive.
The reality of it is, the Egypt I'm visiting is built for tourism. I've yet to encounter anything that would make me feel as though my personal safety is on the line. It's important to me to be respectful while I'm here so I've held back from wearing anything close to short booty shorts or spaghetti strap tank tops. Although, if I really wanted too--- I could walk around in a tube top and it wouldn't matter. The people in the areas we visit (our tour guide included), are only interested in trying to make a few bucks. My appearance means nothing to them.
I know I'm not seeing even a fraction of the things that make Egypt the country and culture that it is---I'm seeing the condensed chicken noodle soup safe version. Unfortunately though, in my version, the majority of the people I encounter care nothing for tourists. This trip hasn't been like last time--where I was constantly blessed by strangers who helped simply out of sheer kindness. No in Egypt, I even have to pay someone to show me where an ATM machine is. Like product coming down the factory line, we tourists are shuffling through Egypt in the same process as the people before us. We may come in different shape, sizes, and colors--- but we are all the same to them, tourists = $$$
Now I can't help it (or maybe I choose not too???) but there are days when I enjoy being a tourist. Moments where I like buying myself soveniors, eating well, sipping on wine in a beautiful establishment---just enjoying a general self-absorbtion where you allow yourself to become oblivious to the hardships out on the streets. Those kind of times when you take a cab instead of walking because you feel like it. Mostly though, I am unsatisfied with being and acting like a tourist. I wish I could obtain a deeper connection with the people of this country.
A connection---without having to pay for it.
The primary concerns of my mine revolved around being a woman in an Islamic country. I was anxious about what I should/shouldn't wear, I feared for my safety, I was scared my blonde highlights and blue eyes would make me a target for kidnapping, but most of all---I just didn't know what to expect. I knew this trip would be no Italy--with drunken debauchery in the streets at two am, mozzarella at all times or the day, or staying with random strangers. I might always be down for an adventure, but this adventure had me apprehensive.
The reality of it is, the Egypt I'm visiting is built for tourism. I've yet to encounter anything that would make me feel as though my personal safety is on the line. It's important to me to be respectful while I'm here so I've held back from wearing anything close to short booty shorts or spaghetti strap tank tops. Although, if I really wanted too--- I could walk around in a tube top and it wouldn't matter. The people in the areas we visit (our tour guide included), are only interested in trying to make a few bucks. My appearance means nothing to them.
I know I'm not seeing even a fraction of the things that make Egypt the country and culture that it is---I'm seeing the condensed chicken noodle soup safe version. Unfortunately though, in my version, the majority of the people I encounter care nothing for tourists. This trip hasn't been like last time--where I was constantly blessed by strangers who helped simply out of sheer kindness. No in Egypt, I even have to pay someone to show me where an ATM machine is. Like product coming down the factory line, we tourists are shuffling through Egypt in the same process as the people before us. We may come in different shape, sizes, and colors--- but we are all the same to them, tourists = $$$
Now I can't help it (or maybe I choose not too???) but there are days when I enjoy being a tourist. Moments where I like buying myself soveniors, eating well, sipping on wine in a beautiful establishment---just enjoying a general self-absorbtion where you allow yourself to become oblivious to the hardships out on the streets. Those kind of times when you take a cab instead of walking because you feel like it. Mostly though, I am unsatisfied with being and acting like a tourist. I wish I could obtain a deeper connection with the people of this country.
A connection---without having to pay for it.
Hotel Safir Dokki
Our hotel is the most gorgeous hotel I've ever stayed in. Ryan and I just checked in this afternoon, where he assured me over and over again---that he normal stays at the Motel 6 (I think he doesn't want my future expectations to be too high, hehe). When we got to our room, I proceeded to jump all over the beds screaming and laughing over the sheer luxury of it all. I'm super SUPER hyper, we're going to clean up and then get sushi in the hotel's restaurant. Post drinking blogs later!!!! :)
The Lobby
Our beds, post-jumping
There's even a kitchen sprayer for "cleaning" yourself post
bathroom use (I'm a little intimated...)
Living a dream!
The Lobby
Our beds, post-jumping
There's even a kitchen sprayer for "cleaning" yourself postbathroom use (I'm a little intimated...)
Living a dream!Camel Ride
Ryan and I just got back from riding camels in a Nubian Village. We had to take a 30 minute boat ride just to get out to near the village and then rode camel's from the shore into town. My camel's name was Rambo and his was Christina.
Riding camels is AWESOME!!! Apparently, Ryan was trying to talk to me but I was so wrapped up in the moment and taking pictures that I didn't even notice. Experiencing this culture is breathtaking! I'm so absorbed in the experience that I don't even notice the hundred degree weather anymore and haven't whined (well about that) in days. I find this especially funny because our Muslim guide Ashra complains all the time. Granted, Ashra is wearing pants and I'm not---but for a girl who hates really hot weather, I'm very proud of myself!
Egypt ROCKS!!!!
Now we're off to the airport to fly to Cairo....
Approaching the shore
YES!
My Camelbak on a Camel!!!
In front of one of the village houses
One of my favorite photos
You can even see the reflection of my camel on the ground
Our guide sleeping during the boat ride back
(with his fly undone)
Riding camels is AWESOME!!! Apparently, Ryan was trying to talk to me but I was so wrapped up in the moment and taking pictures that I didn't even notice. Experiencing this culture is breathtaking! I'm so absorbed in the experience that I don't even notice the hundred degree weather anymore and haven't whined (well about that) in days. I find this especially funny because our Muslim guide Ashra complains all the time. Granted, Ashra is wearing pants and I'm not---but for a girl who hates really hot weather, I'm very proud of myself!
Egypt ROCKS!!!!
Now we're off to the airport to fly to Cairo....
Approaching the shore
YES!
My Camelbak on a Camel!!!
In front of one of the village houses
One of my favorite photosYou can even see the reflection of my camel on the ground
Our guide sleeping during the boat ride back(with his fly undone)
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Cruising the Nile
First of all, I think the lack of internet access has been tortuing me a little. I know I know: I'm in Egypt and I shouldn't care, but hey---we all have our vices! Apparently my craving for internet time was even great enough to make feel compelled to write a dramatic emotional blog at 1:00 am when I'd been drinking all night. I never knew drunk blogging was apart of my genetic makeup but apparently it is! Oh well.... ;)
The last two days have been absolutely spectacular! Sailing down the Nile rive is incrediable. Everyday I feel as though I'm living thru a National Geographic magazine and it's amazing! The dessert is beautiful from the river and the sides are a lush green forest of palm trees. Children are playing in a the banks and they yell "hello helloooo, welcome" as we sail past. I'm so amazed that they do this, seeing as ships are constantly sailing back and forth. When we sail through bridges men in small wooden boats attach themselves to the side of our ship and sell items to those on the upper deck. The boats litterally swarm the sides of the ship and it's crazy how they can throw their goods so high and accuratley--all in the hopes of just getting a few euro. It's quite the sight to watch bartering between men who are throwing clothes, towels, and rugs 4 stories up the side of a ship to tourists who come from all over the world. Ryan and I soak it up and watch the show---it's funny and amazing, some communications truly are universal!
Our ship is in 4 story cruiseliner with 70 cabins. There are tourists aboard from Spain, Italy, India, England and America. I lounge by the pool admiring the Nile while I'm served cocktails. We listen to local music that's being piped over the loud speakers and meet people from all over the world. Most people on the ship are much older than Ryan and I. In fact, about 95% of them are older married couples---so needless to say, we've been asked half a dozen times if we're on a honeymoon together. This trip is absolutely a dream, by day we walk the steps of pharohs and at night we relax in luxury. It's the perfect mix of touring and relaxing, how could want anything more in life?? One of the things I love about Ryan is that he lives in the moment and is traveling as much as he can. Most people wait their whole lives for a trip like this---I recognize that getting this in my 20's is much more than I could have ever dreamed.
Today was my most favorite day yet--we toured Edfu and Kom Ombo. BUT the day is not yet over so I must run. Right now I'm going to go dress in the Muslim outfit Tonya made me (it was an amazing birthday gift). I'm going to wear the outfit for a party on the ship and then our guide Ashra is going to take us on a late night walk through town. Details of Edfu and the magic of Egypt later tonight!
Ciao!
The last two days have been absolutely spectacular! Sailing down the Nile rive is incrediable. Everyday I feel as though I'm living thru a National Geographic magazine and it's amazing! The dessert is beautiful from the river and the sides are a lush green forest of palm trees. Children are playing in a the banks and they yell "hello helloooo, welcome" as we sail past. I'm so amazed that they do this, seeing as ships are constantly sailing back and forth. When we sail through bridges men in small wooden boats attach themselves to the side of our ship and sell items to those on the upper deck. The boats litterally swarm the sides of the ship and it's crazy how they can throw their goods so high and accuratley--all in the hopes of just getting a few euro. It's quite the sight to watch bartering between men who are throwing clothes, towels, and rugs 4 stories up the side of a ship to tourists who come from all over the world. Ryan and I soak it up and watch the show---it's funny and amazing, some communications truly are universal!
Our ship is in 4 story cruiseliner with 70 cabins. There are tourists aboard from Spain, Italy, India, England and America. I lounge by the pool admiring the Nile while I'm served cocktails. We listen to local music that's being piped over the loud speakers and meet people from all over the world. Most people on the ship are much older than Ryan and I. In fact, about 95% of them are older married couples---so needless to say, we've been asked half a dozen times if we're on a honeymoon together. This trip is absolutely a dream, by day we walk the steps of pharohs and at night we relax in luxury. It's the perfect mix of touring and relaxing, how could want anything more in life?? One of the things I love about Ryan is that he lives in the moment and is traveling as much as he can. Most people wait their whole lives for a trip like this---I recognize that getting this in my 20's is much more than I could have ever dreamed.
Today was my most favorite day yet--we toured Edfu and Kom Ombo. BUT the day is not yet over so I must run. Right now I'm going to go dress in the Muslim outfit Tonya made me (it was an amazing birthday gift). I'm going to wear the outfit for a party on the ship and then our guide Ashra is going to take us on a late night walk through town. Details of Edfu and the magic of Egypt later tonight!
Ciao!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Day 1 in Luxor
It's almost 1:00am in Aswan, Egypt and I'm paying $10.00 an hour to use the ships computer to write. This blog might be expensive, but I feel the need to write it. Above all things, I am an expressive woman. I feel the unrenting need to share myself with the world, regardless if the world wants to hear it. Needless to say, this leaves me with the feeling that more and more-- writing is my passion. I don't care about sleeping---I won't even be able to shut my eyes until I've had at least a few minutes to type! Moving on.....
I'm so blessed.
Everyday I am aware of my blessings. A year ago, I made choices that left me crossing the line of life and death and almost killed me. Choices that put me in a hospital bed next to a man who's response was not "I love you" but rather "thanks a lot, now my Saturday is ruined". My life has never been so terrible in the comparison to others, in fact--I've always been blessed. But it was in those few moments of my life that I was so wrapped up in pain that I couldn't see straight---that I failed to see the beauty in my own future. It's now just one week after my 24th birthday and I'm visiting my third foreign country for the year. If you would have told that girl in the hospital bed that she'd be here now.....well, I would have never believed you!!! I'm so blessed, blessed, blessed...which is just another reason in which why I praise God for having a much better plan than me!!!! :)
Egypt is unbelievable! I have so many thoughts about this country. Right off the bat, I'd say that I'm a little sad over it. I'm sad to see how everything has a price. Children, pride, the most scared of historical sites, etc...they will all go for a price. Everyone needs to make a buck and they go to whatever lenghts to make it. Yesterday, a guard inside the Valley of Kings told Ryan and I to jump the the guardrail and go inside the tomb. The guard didn't tell us this because he could tell we were fanscinated by the history, he let us becaue he wanted the tip he'd get went we came out. There we were in all our sweaty glory; hot, inside of the tomb, next to the hieroglyphics, living a apart of history--- and all I could think was how this guard cared nothing for the scaredness of the site but for the two euros he wanted from each tourist.
Yesterday's agenda consisted of going to the Al-Deir Al-Bahari Temple, learning how to make alabaster, touring The Valley of the Kings (were we paided extra for King Tut's tomb---FYI: not impressive), relaxing for a few hours, and then taking a carriage ride through Luxor.
Ryan is all about the momuments and pictures while I'm all about learning about the people and writing in my journal. Thus, it's no surprise that my favorite thing of the day was riding in a horse carriage. The carriage ride took us along Karnak and into the city/villages of Luxor. I swear to God, I have never worked in my life like the kids work here. I have never had to suffer, stress, or want---like the people do here. I almost feel sick at times, sick to be on this cruise ship and enjoying a vacation when little kids chase down carriages to make fifty cents. We think we have poverty in America---but I've never seen anything like this. It's strange though, to be apart of this vicious cycle. A cycle where tourists come with ther dreams of history, statutes, and pryamids while children depend on them in order help their family.
I have so much more to say, but I'm exhausted and have to be up in 4 hours. Unlike my Itlay trip, I've been hand journaling so I'll be able to write more later. Unfortunatley, I cannot upload photos now---but I will when I can.
I'm so blessed.
Everyday I am aware of my blessings. A year ago, I made choices that left me crossing the line of life and death and almost killed me. Choices that put me in a hospital bed next to a man who's response was not "I love you" but rather "thanks a lot, now my Saturday is ruined". My life has never been so terrible in the comparison to others, in fact--I've always been blessed. But it was in those few moments of my life that I was so wrapped up in pain that I couldn't see straight---that I failed to see the beauty in my own future. It's now just one week after my 24th birthday and I'm visiting my third foreign country for the year. If you would have told that girl in the hospital bed that she'd be here now.....well, I would have never believed you!!! I'm so blessed, blessed, blessed...which is just another reason in which why I praise God for having a much better plan than me!!!! :)
Egypt is unbelievable! I have so many thoughts about this country. Right off the bat, I'd say that I'm a little sad over it. I'm sad to see how everything has a price. Children, pride, the most scared of historical sites, etc...they will all go for a price. Everyone needs to make a buck and they go to whatever lenghts to make it. Yesterday, a guard inside the Valley of Kings told Ryan and I to jump the the guardrail and go inside the tomb. The guard didn't tell us this because he could tell we were fanscinated by the history, he let us becaue he wanted the tip he'd get went we came out. There we were in all our sweaty glory; hot, inside of the tomb, next to the hieroglyphics, living a apart of history--- and all I could think was how this guard cared nothing for the scaredness of the site but for the two euros he wanted from each tourist.
Yesterday's agenda consisted of going to the Al-Deir Al-Bahari Temple, learning how to make alabaster, touring The Valley of the Kings (were we paided extra for King Tut's tomb---FYI: not impressive), relaxing for a few hours, and then taking a carriage ride through Luxor.
Ryan is all about the momuments and pictures while I'm all about learning about the people and writing in my journal. Thus, it's no surprise that my favorite thing of the day was riding in a horse carriage. The carriage ride took us along Karnak and into the city/villages of Luxor. I swear to God, I have never worked in my life like the kids work here. I have never had to suffer, stress, or want---like the people do here. I almost feel sick at times, sick to be on this cruise ship and enjoying a vacation when little kids chase down carriages to make fifty cents. We think we have poverty in America---but I've never seen anything like this. It's strange though, to be apart of this vicious cycle. A cycle where tourists come with ther dreams of history, statutes, and pryamids while children depend on them in order help their family.
I have so much more to say, but I'm exhausted and have to be up in 4 hours. Unlike my Itlay trip, I've been hand journaling so I'll be able to write more later. Unfortunatley, I cannot upload photos now---but I will when I can.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Arriving in Luxor
Ryan and I arrived in Luxor, Egypt about 8:30pm Monday night. The sun had gone down but the temperature was still over 85 degrees. Despite my initial concerns, I found myself surprisingly comfortable in it---it was warm but not humid, thus completely manageable. At the airport they made us go through a "health screening" because of the Swine Flu. We were herded into two lines and had our temperature taken with the thermometers that go in your ear. The first time they told me that they needed to do mine again and I almost had a heart attack. What happens to you if you have a fever in Egypt?!?!? I'm not sick, but will they make me turn around? I didn't need to panic though because the second time was fine and they let me pass through. Going through customs was very confusing and a little frustrating. The forms asked for things like the address and phone number of where you are staying--which of course, we didn't know. Ryan and I are traveling with an Italian touring group and while Ryan speaks pretty good Italian, we're usually completely outside of the group and left to figure things out on our own--the airport was no exception.
When we finally walk out of the airport, a man approaches us and tells us he's our guide. I thought it was fishy, how does he know that he's supposed to take us? Then Ryan laughs and tell me to look at ourselves---and seriously, we don't just stand out, we are screamingly obvious. All our guide knew he was taking care of two Americans and there is no doubt in the world, that we are American. We stand apart from the locals and the other tourists. Forget blending--I can really see why we are such magnets. Of course, in true tourist form--we need a picture in front of the airport!
What is really cool about us being with the Italian touring group is that because we are the only American's, we have our own private guide for everything. Instead of getting on a bus along with everyone else, we get to ride in a 4 door sedan. Our guide takes us everywhere we want to go and we can stay as long as we like. I'm not going to lie, it's pretty much the best thing ever. It's also making me feel a little like royalty and I'm afraid it's spoiling me for future travels. This trip is definitely nothing like last time, my bags are actually carried for me everywhere I go!!!
Last night basically consisted of getting on the ship, having dinner, and relaxing. Ryan and I smuggled wine in our bags to save money and we enjoyed a bottle while sitting on a swing on top of the ship. We then took a 1:00am swim in the pool before finally heading for bed.
Right now it's 5:00 Tuesday evening and we're in an internet cafe, Ryan is patiently waiting while I check my bank account, write Courtney, check on work, and finally write this--- so I'll keep the details of today's adventure for another time.
PS: EGYPT IS HOT!
When we finally walk out of the airport, a man approaches us and tells us he's our guide. I thought it was fishy, how does he know that he's supposed to take us? Then Ryan laughs and tell me to look at ourselves---and seriously, we don't just stand out, we are screamingly obvious. All our guide knew he was taking care of two Americans and there is no doubt in the world, that we are American. We stand apart from the locals and the other tourists. Forget blending--I can really see why we are such magnets. Of course, in true tourist form--we need a picture in front of the airport!
What is really cool about us being with the Italian touring group is that because we are the only American's, we have our own private guide for everything. Instead of getting on a bus along with everyone else, we get to ride in a 4 door sedan. Our guide takes us everywhere we want to go and we can stay as long as we like. I'm not going to lie, it's pretty much the best thing ever. It's also making me feel a little like royalty and I'm afraid it's spoiling me for future travels. This trip is definitely nothing like last time, my bags are actually carried for me everywhere I go!!!
Last night basically consisted of getting on the ship, having dinner, and relaxing. Ryan and I smuggled wine in our bags to save money and we enjoyed a bottle while sitting on a swing on top of the ship. We then took a 1:00am swim in the pool before finally heading for bed.
Right now it's 5:00 Tuesday evening and we're in an internet cafe, Ryan is patiently waiting while I check my bank account, write Courtney, check on work, and finally write this--- so I'll keep the details of today's adventure for another time.
PS: EGYPT IS HOT!
Monday, May 18, 2009
The first 24 hours
As always, I was scrambling out the door at 5:00am Saturday morning to catch my flight. Needless to say-- this did not leave me with time to write the pre-trip blogs as I wanted too. However, I'll give you the condensed soup version:
My fears about Egypt: Getting kidnapped by terrorists. Dying of heat (not literally but more in my dramatic I-can't-stand-to-be hot). Losing the bite-n-suck.
What I'm excited for: Seeing Ryan. Taking a picture in front of the Pyramids. Being back in Italy. EATING MOZZARELLA!
Clarifications: Ryan and I had a platonic relationship while I was in Italy, don't quote me on that after this visit.
As for the first 24 hours. Well that time was spent mostly in the air. I had to take 3 flights to get here, Portland to Philadelphia, Philadelphia to Munich. Munich to Catania. In Munich I saw the first smoke booths in an airport that I've ever seen. As the 4 hour layover was the only time I've ever spent in Germany, I thought I had actually learned something new. Then I talked to my Dad on Skype and he told me that they have those in America too-damn!
Being in Italy has been bittersweet. I cried a couple times yesterday, I just love this country so much---I never ever want to leave it!! Ryan and I revisited some of the places we went to before yesterday, a lot of them with Court and Bella---thus what brought on my tears. Aside from missing my sorelle, I'm really having a blast!
Quick funny story: Ryan's neighboor, an old woman and her daughter stopped us in the parking lot last night. She held my hand as Ryan turned bright red and talked to me in Italian for 10 minutes. I may not speak Italian but I could tell she was telling me that I was beautiful and that Ryan should marry me. It was hysterical and the woman and her daughter were so passionate---raising their arms and talking fast. I felt like I was in an Italian movie. Ryan later told me that they were scolding him for not going to the church, that Ryan and I must get married, and that our babies would be beautiful. I love Italians!
I'm going to make us late for Egypt by writing this, so I got to go! More when I can!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
24
Today is my 24th birthday! WOW----I have had the most amazing day!
To top it all off, in just 2 days I fly back to the country that I love so much. I get to see some of the friends I made last time, eat gelato, savor mozzarella di bufala, listen to the sweet sound that is the Italian language, and then I'm off to explore Egypt with a really amazing person! I couldn't possibily think of a better way to start my 24th year of life!!!
See my pic? All paths lead to Italy...even if the paths are just streamers and a poster in my cubicle! :)
Gosh, there's NEVER enough time to blog these days! Alas, I will try to post a few more tomorrow about my thoughts before I head out.
To top it all off, in just 2 days I fly back to the country that I love so much. I get to see some of the friends I made last time, eat gelato, savor mozzarella di bufala, listen to the sweet sound that is the Italian language, and then I'm off to explore Egypt with a really amazing person! I couldn't possibily think of a better way to start my 24th year of life!!!
See my pic? All paths lead to Italy...even if the paths are just streamers and a poster in my cubicle! :)
Gosh, there's NEVER enough time to blog these days! Alas, I will try to post a few more tomorrow about my thoughts before I head out.
The Plan
Saturday: Depart from Portland.
Sunday: Arrive in Catania Sicily.
Monday: Depart Catania and fly to Luxor. Get our visas and check into the boat where we will stay for the next four nights. http://www.nilecruising.com/
Tuesday: After breakfast travel down the Nile and see The Colossi of Memnon, The Temple of Queen Hatshepsut, and free time to see the tomb of King Tutankhamen. Packed lunches then temples Karnak and Luxor. Dinner on the boat.
Wednesday: Temple dedicated to Horus. Lunch on boat, depart to Kom Ombo and visit temples of Sobek and Haroeris. Depart to Aswan.
Thursday: Visit the great dam, the old granite caves and the temple of Philae. Sail down the Nile on a feluca, a typical Egyptian boat.
Friday: Get off the boat and fly to Cairo. Dinner in the hotel Safir Dokki. http://www.safirhotel.com/
Saturday: Visit the Sphinx, the Pyramids of Giza! Then off to Menphis, antique capital, Statue of Ramses II, The Alabaster Sphinx, and temple ruins of Ptah.
Sunday: Egyptian Museum downtown Cairo, Mosque of Mohamed Ali, the citadel brief stop in Bazar Khan El Khali.
Monday: Depart Cairo, return to Catania.
Tuesday: Fly home to Portland.
It's pretty amazing!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Yes Woman
June 26,2008:
Re-reading my journal takes me back to another era in my life. And although I know I’m “so stinkin young”, it really was another era for me. I was married, that alone seems really WEIRD now! Married at 20 years old…now that I’m turning 24, I realize just how little I know!! But enough digressing….my former era…well that time in my life revolved around fear, pain, addictions, abuse, and more fear. I was so afraid of being alone, so afraid to completely change my life. I was dependent on my lifestyle/vices and co-dependent on everyone except for the one person that I should have been: myself. Now of course, I wanted more out of my life and boy did I sit, moan, and complain about it. I longed to travel and explore but I was simply all talk and no action. I did NOTHING to help myself, nothing....until Italy.
Italy, Italy, Italy.... yes, I could write for hours on the topic! For just making the decision to drop everything here to go, changed my entire mindset on life. It's as though once I opened up myself to new possibilities, opened myself to change and to life...the doors started flying open. But I’ve talked plenty about Italy, so let me get to the point (yes, there is one).
Why am I heading back to Italy next week? And what's up with Egypt?
Well a couple Monday nights ago I was driving home from work when I got a phone call from my friend Ryan….
(Ryan was the Navy guy in Catania who saved me when things fell thru with the host family. Ryan is also the man that I got my random tattoo with, who followed me along my castle break-in, who took me to Taormina where we thought our car was going to go off the cliff, the man who picked me, Court, and Bella at 3am from a train station when I came back thru Sicily a month later....I could go on...)
It wasn't unusual to hear from Ryan as he and I have stayed in close contact since I’ve been back home. What was unusual about this phone call was the question he posed, it was something along the lines of “hey--do you want to fly to Italy and come on a trip to Egypt with me?”
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…
Let’s take a pause here.
Have you seen the Jim Carry movie Yes Man? If you haven't---you should. His character learns to go from someone who stays unsatisfied with their stagnant life to someone who says yes to change, yes to opportunity, and yes to life. That's what I want to be!!! I want to be a Yes Woman!
Do I want to go to Italy and then to Egypt? Do I want to spend 4 days on a cruise ship in the Nile? Do I want to spend the weekend in Cairo and go see the Pyramids?
YES, YES, & YES!!!!!!!!!!!
So I’m going---it’s as simple as that!
It’s amazing. One year ago I was so miserable I couldn’t see straight and now, I’m preparing to visit my third foreign country of the year. I'm not the woman who just journals about the life she wants anymore, I'm actually living it. This trip is beyond exciting and I feel blessed. Blessed to be the woman who is experiencing new things. Proud that I’m living life for me. Ecstatic to say that I am a YES WOMAN!!!!!
More details to come later.
I really want to explore the world and experience new things. I'm done missing out on opportunities. I'm ready to live life for me.Above is a quote that I found in my journal today. I started that journal during one of the most difficult times in my life. During this particular entry, my ex-husband and I were “on a break”. I had rented a small room out of someone's house close to work, although most nights I was still staying at home with him. Walking away from Scott was one of the one hardest things I’ve ever done. After this entry I ended up moving back with Scott, trying once again to repair our marriage. Ultimately this failed, for I was home just only weeks before I was so betrayed---there were no pieces of the marriage left to pick up.
Re-reading my journal takes me back to another era in my life. And although I know I’m “so stinkin young”, it really was another era for me. I was married, that alone seems really WEIRD now! Married at 20 years old…now that I’m turning 24, I realize just how little I know!! But enough digressing….my former era…well that time in my life revolved around fear, pain, addictions, abuse, and more fear. I was so afraid of being alone, so afraid to completely change my life. I was dependent on my lifestyle/vices and co-dependent on everyone except for the one person that I should have been: myself. Now of course, I wanted more out of my life and boy did I sit, moan, and complain about it. I longed to travel and explore but I was simply all talk and no action. I did NOTHING to help myself, nothing....until Italy.
Italy, Italy, Italy.... yes, I could write for hours on the topic! For just making the decision to drop everything here to go, changed my entire mindset on life. It's as though once I opened up myself to new possibilities, opened myself to change and to life...the doors started flying open. But I’ve talked plenty about Italy, so let me get to the point (yes, there is one).
Why am I heading back to Italy next week? And what's up with Egypt?
Well a couple Monday nights ago I was driving home from work when I got a phone call from my friend Ryan….
(Ryan was the Navy guy in Catania who saved me when things fell thru with the host family. Ryan is also the man that I got my random tattoo with, who followed me along my castle break-in, who took me to Taormina where we thought our car was going to go off the cliff, the man who picked me, Court, and Bella at 3am from a train station when I came back thru Sicily a month later....I could go on...)
It wasn't unusual to hear from Ryan as he and I have stayed in close contact since I’ve been back home. What was unusual about this phone call was the question he posed, it was something along the lines of “hey--do you want to fly to Italy and come on a trip to Egypt with me?”
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…
Let’s take a pause here.
Have you seen the Jim Carry movie Yes Man? If you haven't---you should. His character learns to go from someone who stays unsatisfied with their stagnant life to someone who says yes to change, yes to opportunity, and yes to life. That's what I want to be!!! I want to be a Yes Woman!
Do I want to go to Italy and then to Egypt? Do I want to spend 4 days on a cruise ship in the Nile? Do I want to spend the weekend in Cairo and go see the Pyramids?
YES, YES, & YES!!!!!!!!!!!
So I’m going---it’s as simple as that!
It’s amazing. One year ago I was so miserable I couldn’t see straight and now, I’m preparing to visit my third foreign country of the year. I'm not the woman who just journals about the life she wants anymore, I'm actually living it. This trip is beyond exciting and I feel blessed. Blessed to be the woman who is experiencing new things. Proud that I’m living life for me. Ecstatic to say that I am a YES WOMAN!!!!!
More details to come later.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Back for more...
Hello folks----I'm back!
I originally thought that because my little Italian excursion had ended, that this blog had as well. But then I got to thinking...the url of my blog is "jennifernapiertravels" so why wouldn't I continue to write about my traveling experiences!??! Writing has become a passion for me, one that I feel has been locked away for way too long. So ready or not, I'll be blogging here again (yay)!
Now mind you, my adventures might only be going to the Oregon Coast---but they'll be my entertaining adventures all the same.
So what's first? Well, I actually have a very big trip coming up in just 9 short days....
(drum roll, please)
...I'm going to Italy and then to Egypt!
For now I must run, but have no fear---soon there will be plenty of blogs detailing all of the the who/when/why.
Ciao!
I originally thought that because my little Italian excursion had ended, that this blog had as well. But then I got to thinking...the url of my blog is "jennifernapiertravels" so why wouldn't I continue to write about my traveling experiences!??! Writing has become a passion for me, one that I feel has been locked away for way too long. So ready or not, I'll be blogging here again (yay)!
Now mind you, my adventures might only be going to the Oregon Coast---but they'll be my entertaining adventures all the same.
So what's first? Well, I actually have a very big trip coming up in just 9 short days....
(drum roll, please)
...I'm going to Italy and then to Egypt!
For now I must run, but have no fear---soon there will be plenty of blogs detailing all of the the who/when/why.
Ciao!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
New Blog
This blog may be done...but I'm still writing! :)
You can check out my next adventure at:
http://trailertrashjenny.blogspot.com/
:)
You can check out my next adventure at:
http://trailertrashjenny.blogspot.com/
:)
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Conclusion
I've been able to succesfully avoid writing this final blog entry for just over a month now. But it's bugging me---it's bugging me because I'm the type of person who likes to have conclusions. So tonight, I'm forcing myself to type a few concluding words...
(sigh)
Before I begin to really write my final message, let me tell you my struggle with this entry. One, the finality of it. The finality that I am not writing in Italy anymore. If my life is a book, then this is the ending of one chapter in my life. A chapter that was so amazing, I feel strongly that many people wouldn't have that much adventure in their entire life---even if they lived twice. Two, my words will fail. I can never write a blog that will capture everything that was my experience. While I accept that I cannot sum up my thoughts and feelings perfectly, it doesn't change the fact that I want too. Third and probably most importantly, is that I want so badly for my message to you---to be a powerful message. Like the ending to a fabulous movie, I want this final entry to burn in a blaze of glory.
It will never be enough though, I could re-read and re-type for weeks and not be satisfied. So I'm not going to say much, I know what I felt, saw, touched, experienced...the fact that I didn't document each one of those moments doesn't take away from me or mean that it was any less significant. So without further ado, here goes:
(sigh)
Before I begin to really write my final message, let me tell you my struggle with this entry. One, the finality of it. The finality that I am not writing in Italy anymore. If my life is a book, then this is the ending of one chapter in my life. A chapter that was so amazing, I feel strongly that many people wouldn't have that much adventure in their entire life---even if they lived twice. Two, my words will fail. I can never write a blog that will capture everything that was my experience. While I accept that I cannot sum up my thoughts and feelings perfectly, it doesn't change the fact that I want too. Third and probably most importantly, is that I want so badly for my message to you---to be a powerful message. Like the ending to a fabulous movie, I want this final entry to burn in a blaze of glory.
It will never be enough though, I could re-read and re-type for weeks and not be satisfied. So I'm not going to say much, I know what I felt, saw, touched, experienced...the fact that I didn't document each one of those moments doesn't take away from me or mean that it was any less significant. So without further ado, here goes:
Going to Italy was the best decision I've ever made.
If you have an opportunity to travel-take it, if you don't-make one.
This was not written by me (I wish it had been)--it's my post-Italy philosphy:
This was not written by me (I wish it had been)--it's my post-Italy philosphy:
Maybe it is time to consider living dangerously. Maybe it's time to reject the commands of power, the dictates of society and public opinion, and to stop worrying about what other people think about what you do. You have the power and ability to create your own reality — to change what isn't working and to manifest what you desire.Signed with love,
The much improved and happier Jenny :)
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Pictures from my Sorella
Courtney uploaded her photos online, here's a few that I wanted to share. The photos are in chronological order.
In Venice
The bar owner on the left is getting too friendly
and I am pushing him away
Making my white russian
Start of day 2 in Cinque Terre
Our clothes stripped off for the winter swim
Chips & Cheese
Sunset Sorellas
We did a lot of this on the trains...
Finally---we got our photo with the Polizia!
Fun night out!
BEST restaurant in Roma!
Getting soaked
Soaked from the Trevi Fountain and eating gelato
Last night in Roma
So excited to be back in Bacoli--look at my GF food!
Walking away with the goods
Cooking at Spence's
We love our pub crawl t-shirts!
Family Dinner
Limoncello day begins...
Boozing on a park bench
Look closely--I was so overwhelmed with joy for having bread
that I cried the whole time
Best gelato in Sorrento
Sorellas!
At Lino's bar
Bartending with Lino
Me & Spence
Buying medication for Bella
even though the store was closed
Exhausted and carrying too much stuff
I can't stop reading though!
We love Twilight!
Healthy Dinner
Watching Iago in Catania
Last dinner with Ryan, Court, & Bella
Ryan's adorable kitten
My Sorella's!
In Venice
The bar owner on the left is getting too friendlyand I am pushing him away
Making my white russian
Start of day 2 in Cinque Terre
Our clothes stripped off for the winter swim
Chips & Cheese
Sunset Sorellas
We did a lot of this on the trains...
Finally---we got our photo with the Polizia!
Fun night out!
BEST restaurant in Roma!
Getting soaked
Soaked from the Trevi Fountain and eating gelato
Last night in Roma
So excited to be back in Bacoli--look at my GF food!
Walking away with the goods
Cooking at Spence's
We love our pub crawl t-shirts!
Family Dinner
Limoncello day begins...
Boozing on a park bench
Look closely--I was so overwhelmed with joy for having breadthat I cried the whole time
Best gelato in Sorrento
Sorellas!
At Lino's bar
Bartending with Lino
Me & Spence
Buying medication for Bellaeven though the store was closed
Exhausted and carrying too much stuffI can't stop reading though!
We love Twilight!
Healthy Dinner
Watching Iago in Catania
Last dinner with Ryan, Court, & Bella
Ryan's adorable kitten
My Sorella's!
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