Rainy misty day

Days like today take me back to the days of Ireland where we spent many days in a misty rain. Soft weather is what days like today is called (at least in Ireland). It reminds me of the misty rain that surrounded mom and I as we toured Hook Lighthouse. That same misty rain followed us as we climbed through an old ruin, fascinated by the old grey stone covered with a fine green moss while wild greens grew unchecked inside the open top of one building. And still the same mist surrounded us in the Kilmokea tea garden adding an air of romanticism to the beauty of the gardens.

Mist filled the air with mysticism in Waterford in the early morning as we began our day. We watched through the window as schoolkids in Killarney disappeared into the mist as they headed out to catch their bus. It was another misty rainy day on Inis Mohr as we bounced along in a horse drawn cart back from the amazing views of the cliffs toward our hotel.

Misty rainy days like today make me think of the wonders of the views, the amazement and enchantment I experienced from all the beautiful places we visited. One major difference from today and those lovely memories though, Prescott in February is much colder than those September days in Ireland.

Never Ending Day...or Night

Here is was..Las Vegas. The end of a week long road trip, the end of a seven hour day of driving but here I was, finally, in Vegas. I was excited to be here. My friend Kris had met up with me and together we Uber'ed to the strip for dinner and all the touristy trappings. Dinner at the Wicked Spoon was fantastic but it was EXPENSIVE!! We were able to enjoy a tapas style buffet with all kinds of yummy dishes from many different ethnicities. After dinner we wandered the hotel/casino the Cosmopolitan. It was amazing, knowing it was nearing 9 or 10 at night and yet the amount of people was just as crazy as it might have been in the middle of the day. I always heard that famous line of "the city that never sleeps." I can see why it would fit so well.

I spent a short time enchanted by a bar designed to look like it sat in the center of a chandelier. I laughed at the storefront of "Stitches" where a line of old fashioned sewing machines covered the front windows.

Finally we made our way outside and I goggled at the amount of traffic, lights, and people. So many people!! We made our way to the Bellagio and I spend a happy moment watching the fountain dance to "In the Mood." We made our way inside and found a Tiffany and Co. The jewelry inside was so dazzling but I knew I couldn't afford to buy any. I just wanted to say I'd been inside a Tiffany's so I approached the stern looking, intimidating security guard. I asked for permission and said I just wanted to say I'd been in a Tiffany's at least once in my life even if I never would own a piece of jewelry of my own. His stern appearance softened and he smiled, softly laughing, telling me to come on inside and look around. I drooled over the beautiful jewelry and smiled at the sharply dressed staff who stayed in their respective areas. Even knowing that my friend and I wouldn't be purchasing anything they offered assistance and answered questions. As I left I thanks the guard and wished him a good night. He smiled back and wished me a good night as well.

Next up was Paris at Las Vegas. I stared up at the pretend Eiffel Tour and drooled over the pretend Arc du Triumph, wishing desperately that I would one day see the real thing. Inside I was amazed, it was so busy, stores all along the "road" because going inside was like stepping outside onto a street of shops somewhere in Paris. The ceiling was even painted a sky blue with clouds and was lit. I felt like it was still daytime. Eventually we moved along from Paris to the Venetian but had to cross in and out of several casino/hotels. The movement from nighttime to false daytime as we moved inside and outside was disorienting. I had lost all track of time. Finally making it to the Venetian, I experienced a similar view as the Paris at Las Vegas but less ornate and with a "river" with Gondola's in the river. I was enchanted by this experience.

After wandering for a while my feet began to tire and my head began to swirl with exhaustion from the length of the day. Glancing at my watch, I was stunned to see it had crossed past midnight. Kris and I agreed it was time to call it a night. We grabbed a taxi and I watched as we exited the bright lights of the Las Vegas strip and headed back to my hotel. That night after bidding goodnight to Kris, I crawled into my bed, head swirling from the memories I had built. What seemed like days of experiences had all been crammed into one evening. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep. I would definitely come back, but next time with more than one evening to enjoy the experience...and perhaps with a little money saved for a small piece of jewelry from Tiffany's.

Ireland Continues

Today as I work on my Ireland Memoir a little more I thought I might share another little piece of my story with everyone today. I hope you like it...once again unedited and a little messy.

September 14, 2013

(a.k.a. packing day)

The rain patters softly outside, the air cool on my skin but sweat from the effort I'm exerting still beats on my face. I push boxes out of the way in my storage area and dig out my suit cases. The old ones I've had a while, and one massive new suit case. This suit case was one I bought specially for my three week trek to Ireland. It wasn't a joke suit case, this was a suit case to be reckoned with. Purple in color and standing to my hips in height this suit case was like another member of the party. Seriously, this suit case was big, I could have curled up in this bag and taken a nap it was so big, except the metal handle bars running on the inside of the bag might be a little uncomfortable to lie on. This would be a bag that could double as a chair when standing up, a coffee table when laid on its side, and a foot stool when laid flat.  Formidable as it was, I wondered if I'd be able to get everything I needed into this bag for the three weeks I was going.

Finally successful in freeing my luggage, I roll them across the patio and into my bedroom. Music from Flogging Molly blares from my small CD player, a nod to the Irish music I would hopefully hear quite a bit while overseas. I heft my massive suitcase onto the bed and mentally go through my checklist of items to pack. Then going to my closet I start to pull what I want to pack and toss it on the bed. I do the same with my dresser until I have a mountain of clothing, underwear, and pajamas on my bed next to the suit case. I pause and hit the bathroom and pack my toiletries in the five zipper pouches that will serve as my bathroom for the next month and shove the pouches into a smallish bag that will take up a corner of the purple behemoth on my bed. After shoving the bathroom bag into the larger case, I sort through the mountain of clothes on the bed. I eliminate items, fold the ones that make the cut and start to fill my case. Then the agony of deciding on shoes, I go over my shoe options and finally narrow down to three pair. My cross trainers for the days of walking ahead, a pair of boots (for the many rainy days I was sure to see), and slippers I could wear at night. The boots and slippers are shoved into the bag, my sneakers stay out to wear on the journey. Finally finished packing, I lower the suitcase to the floor, nearly throwing my back out in the process.

Finn, my little dog, begins to dance around me as I pack his belongings to go. He's coming down to Phoenix with me but will sadly be left there with a friend. After I have everything I need for my trip, and for my dog placed by the front door, I put together a small bag, for the next two days so I don't have to continuously dig in the large bag. Then I put the unused luggage back into storage and lock it up. I tidy up my apartment and make sure everything is in its place. I have spent the last week ruthlessly cleaning every nook and cranny of this place. No way was any bug or creature going to squat in my apartment while I was gone. I was making sure of that! T-minus 15 hours before I headed to Phoenix! What a great night.

New Year's Travels

Tonight I plan to lay low and relax cuddling with my dog. I know there are many out there that have taken special trips to enjoy the New Year's celebration. Perhaps you took a trip to a ski resort. Maybe a trip to surprise that special someone. Maybe a life long dream of standing in Times Square just to watch the ball drop with countless others.

Some of those things I hope to get to do but tonight I'm content to be home while I bid farewell to 2016. This coming year I don't know what holds in store for me. I hope to finish my degree and graduate this May. There is so much more that I hope will happen but can't help but wonder where I'll be next year. Will I take a major trip? Will I get a dream job teaching? Will I finally finish a book and dig in on getting published? Will I finally get lucky in love? Will I move to Ireland? Who knows?

I can only live my best life and hope that we will arrive to the end of 2017 safe, healthy, and happy.

Happy New Year to everyone!

Remembering and Longing during the Holidays

This holiday weekend I’d like to take a moment to acknowledge everyone who has a little longing in their hearts. It can be hard to get through the holidays when there is a piece of you (even a tiny corner of your heart) that is longing for someone, or to be somewhere else.

We smile as we go through the season, putting up a brave front hoping the hide our wishes behind a mask of happiness. No one wants to be the downer at a family gathering or the holiday party right? I think sometimes the holidays with all its cheer and laughter can amplify that longing we all hold rather than overpower it.

For me I have a continuous wanderlust and am always wishing to be on the road exploring different parts of the country or world. This year the desire to travel is amplified by missing my annual Thanksgiving week trek to some new destination.

I think it is important to remember during this time of longing the better things about the holiday. Me personally, I am allowing myself to acknowledge those feelings of longing. Allowing my heart to note what I’m missing (both in people I’ve lost and in travel not done) and registering that emotion. Burying those feelings won’t fix it and won’t make them go away. Allow them to happen and acknowledge them. If you need, have some time with a good friend to talk them out. Sometimes that talk, and a little cry over the sense of loss can make a difference.

Just as important as acknowledging those losses or missing pieces is also to remember to embrace the goodness of the season. Spending a holiday with a good friend or with family. Taking time to be grateful to have those people in your life. Try to remember the good parts of those losses as well. For me it will be remember with nostalgic humor of my dad running around in his Christmas red flannel on Christmas day. I will also remember the happy moments spent on the various trips I’ve been lucky enough to take.

Take in the little moments. That perfect minute tucked on the couch with a cup of cocoa, dog cuddled up next to you, and a good book or Christmas movie on television. Watching a child open a gift on Christmas, that excited amazement on their faces is always brilliant. Looking out the window to enjoy the magic of a white Christmas (if you’re lucky enough to get snow). A moment of shared laughter with others we feel close to. Whatever it is that brings a smile to your face, that moment is one to cherish.

I wish all of you get to experience some magic of the holidays whether it be Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza, or Festivus (ha ha)! For me I plan to spend a merry Christmas with my friends and family and be grateful for them all.

Car troubles and travels

Dealing with car issues this week and thinking back to the trips I’ve taken where there were the inevitable car trouble. Those trips were stressful but looking back, some of the stories that we can tell today in some ways make it kind of worth having the troubles we had.

Mom and I can speak to the road trip we took cross-country to meet up with my dad and brother in Indiana. Just a day or two in and there was car trouble. We spent half the day in New Mexico waiting for a part to be installed before we could get on the road to our next destination. I don’t remember much about this day but mom has talked about this day on several occasions. She talks about the stress of the wait to get going again and the worry of the repair cost eating up the budget we had for the trip. For me, I was nine or ten years old at the time, so it was a lot of boredom and waiting before we could keep going.

Later…much later I went on a road trip with my friends to California and none of us had cars that would handle the trip. At least not that we knew. So we decided it would be cheaper to split the cost of a rental car instead of driving one of our own. Going to get the rental car however, was a journey in itself.  We took my car to the rental place and the cooling system was out of whack. Unfortunately we hit traffic on the way. My car was fine temperature-wise…as long as we kept moving. The minute we hit traffic and were at a standstill, the car would start to overheat superfast. Luckily the person in the car with me knew a work around and had me put my car in neutral and press the gas pedal. This worked like a charm and kept my car cooling itself while we sat still. It was a challenge sitting in traffic, stressful, trying to keep the car cool and running. Thankfully we eventually made it to the rental shop but it was not a fun journey.

Flagstaff…summertime….it’s hot…yes in Flagstaff, it was hot. The car stopped running at the first traffic light into the town. Mom stays behind the wheel while my brother, Brad, and I climb out and push the car through the light and off the road. We started pushing uphill a little just trying to get through the traffic light to make a left, then the car started on a decline and we went from pushing the car, to running with the car, to chasing the car just trying to keep up. I remember praying that no one would hit the car and then when the car left us in the dust coasting down the hill, I started to worry about us getting hit.

Then the mother of all car trouble….the day before Ireland. Obviously this car wouldn’t be coming with us but getting ready for a trip, on a hot day in Phoenix, with a car that is breaking is not an ideal situation. We had to get things finalized when mom’s car rebelled and started to overheat. I showed mom the trick to keep the car cool in traffic but there was also an issue with shifting. I noticed after a while that her car had a tap-shift override so we were able to get the car back on the road and head to the mechanic that day. Unfortunately mom didn’t know how to work the tap shift and I didn’t know how to time when to shift gears since I’ve never really driven a standard car.  So our journey to the mechanic involved her saying to me “Now” when it was time to shift gears and I would work the tap-shift. On the surface streets of Phoenix heading into rush hour, the conversation was pretty much…green light “Now” tap, “Now” tap, “Now” tap. Red light, tap tap tap. Green light “now” tap, “now” tap….well you get the picture. We made it to the mechanic and then began the amazing car juggle to get ourselves transportation until we left.

It doesn’t seem fun at the time dealing with those car issues but looking back. I have to laugh at some of the trips and the troubles. Brad and I chasing after the runaway car, mom is steering and had no idea we couldn’t keep up, she was just aiming for the parking lot. The interesting “Now” tap communication with mom for 45 minutes. The rental car experiences while dealing with the troubles on our own cars. All make for interesting and in some cases fun memories.

Waterford...a sneak peak

Today I thought I'd share a sneak peak of what I'm writing for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). This is the tour of the Waterford Factory in Ireland that Mom and I took.  Be kind, this is an unedited draft.

September 24, 2013

(a.k.a. A bit o’ Irish…single malt)

We plugged in the directions from the B&B to the Waterford factory on Molly and off we went to the tour. We found the factory easily enough, parking was a bit more challenging, and we circled around a couple times before we happened on a paid parking lot and settled on that for our parking. We made sure to put in enough time so that we could enjoy ourselves on our time remaining in Waterford. As we wandered over to the factory, we saw the parking lot sat right on the riverfront and so we took several pictures of the river, correction, mom took lots of pictures of the river. We also caught a couple of swans floating on the water. They looked so regal and beautiful moving effortlessly over the water. It was lovely to see. We kept going though as we needed to pick up some tickets for a tour of the factory. We crossed to the front of the Waterford building and it…was…amazing. Shimmering beauty of crystal could be seen in their showroom. Mom stopped to get pictures, eager to see more I kept moving. Inside it was all I could do to stay still and to stand in line to get our tickets for the tour. By the time I made it to the counter, mom had made it inside and was with me to purchase her ticket. It would be forty-five minutes before we would be able to start on the tour but that was fine with me. I could take the time to drool over the showroom and decide what I would buy after. I knew that no matter what I’d be buying something here. This was something I’d always wanted to do and I was so excited to finally be doing it. I wandered the showroom. Came across a massive grandfather clock that was made entirely of Waterford crystal. I could only imagine just how heavy this thing would be. We saw another piece, a large crystal bear that was priced at 30,000 Euro (about $31,765 American).

It was awesome to see these massive pieces. They had an entire dining table set up. The tables and chairs were of clear material, not crystal but I think it was a resin, it was definitely too nice to be plastic. The settings on the table were all of Waterford crystal and shining silver flatware. The center of the display boasted a tall flower vase with white and yellow flowers spilling over the top. I loved this view and was in my own little moment of bliss. I hate to admit it, but after looking over the displays and fawning over the pieces of intricate crystal I became restless, I was ready to start the tour. Finally the announcement came on calling those with tickets to gather at the starting point for the tour. Mom and I met up over in the area as she’d gone back outside for more pictures of the front of the building. Our tour guide came up and had all the personality of a brick. He talked flatly and mumbled through the descriptions of the history of Waterford crystal before starting a video to mark the beginning of our tour. After the video we moved on into the backside of the factory and began the tour. We were shown the process from mold making to melting and forming. We watched as the glassmakers worked the crystal on the pipes and heated the crystal in the gloryholes of the furnace making vase after vase with the same pattern. There were two main glassblowers making the vases and two assistance working with each glassblower. By this time, other than picking up a little piece of information here and there from the tour guide, I’d more or less tuned him out. He was pretty dry. As we continued on the tour we came across the marking area where a man was using a guide and a sharpie marker to mark the pattern on whiskey tumblers for the crystal cutters to follow. As he marked the glasses without thought, he began to banter with the tour guide. The guide picked up the tumbler and explained what they were saying the glasses were perfect for a “bit of Scotch,” “Or a bit of Irish” countered the other man. Then the guide began to almost wax poetic about the liquor that could go into the glasses. This was the most emotional I saw him get the entire tour. Saying over and over “singles malt, a bit of Irish, single malt” His eyes gazed off in the distance as if recalling a treasured memory. Eventually, he shook off the nostalgia and returned to the tour, deadened voice returning. We passed through the area of the glass cutters and saw some finished specialty pieces that were largely made off-site in a specialty area focused on custom orders. What we were seeing were the mass production items sold around the world and in their gift shop. The guide passed around a small finished but unpolished wine glass. It was interesting to see a glass that had the cuts and beauty but was dull still as they hadn’t made it shine yet. That was to be the last step. Mom and I looked over the pieces of specialty, we saw a Cinderella style carriage pulled by horses, a large football that would be an award for players of the NFL. I hovered over a model of the People’s choice award and suddenly the tour guide was next to us and picked it up and handed it to me and mom in spite of the “DO NOT TOUCH” signs that were everywhere around the pieces. He took mom’s camera and got a picture of the two of us holding the award. That was such a moment to me. After, very delicately, putting the award back down, taking extreme care not to break it we moved along with the group. I was still flying from holding that massively heavy piece of crystal when we saw the alst item of the tour. It was a replica in crystal from 9/11. The pieces of the trade center that many remember seeing stick up from the wreckage flanked an image carved into a solid piece of crystal. The image was of the firefighters carrying the priest who had died in the tragedy of 9/11. Many of us who passed this piece paused, I felt like crying at the beauty and sadness of this piece. As an American, I felt honored that the Waterford factory would recognize this tragedy with such a beautiful and delicate piece of crystal. Sobered and still a little emotional we moved through the door and back into the showroom.