You want me to say winter is getting to me? Fine, winter is getting to me. Last week I was on top of the world (the new moon) and this week it’s been a struggle every single day to write a manta in my feel good notebook. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m fighting those mind battles right now. But I shall persevere! I always do!
I blame the weather. We haven’t seen the sun in days and that takes a toll on one’s soul. But the good news is that it’s already fighting its way through the clouds as we speak. We are on the up and up, my friends!
And to continue the fight for the feel-goods, I’m going to write a totally self indulgent post where I look back at some of my favorite places we visited in 2017. I hope you’ll scroll along, but I won’t deny that any blog post I write about vacays is more for me than you, I know most of you don’t give a shit about where I went last year. But I need this today. My chakra needs it. So thank you in advance for indulging me.
Going forward in this post, think of me as your mom’s second cousin, Lynette (from North Dakota.) My accent is strong, but my coffee breath is stronger. I’m going to pretend we’re sitting in your living room and I’m playing a “slide show” on my bright yellow Dell of my “favorite trips last year” and insisting you sit close to me to watch it.
Now here we have Havana, Cuba! Have you ever been? Man, what a city!
I’m not sure what the travel policy is for Cuba at the moment, but if it’s still open, I would go. In fact, I beg Chris to go back all of the time. The thing people ask me about is Cuba is always, “but did you feel safe?!” Yes, we definitely did. Everyone we met in Cuba was so kind and seemed genuinely happy to have Americans there (which isn’t always the case when traveling outside of the U.S.)
We spent three days there and that was perfect. After the three days I was ready to get to back home, but anything less would have been too short.
Next up, that time cousin Lynette went yurting in Big Sur, California!
We flew into San Francisco and then drove up the coast (as far as we could until it was blocked off because of mud slides) at which point we took “back roads,” up to the top of the mountain to stay in our yurt.
And it was incredible! The weather was crappy, but that didn’t stop us from having a great time. Chris wanted to go because he loves the Big Sur area, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I wanted to go because I’m obsessed with Big Little Lies. I’ve read the book twice and watched the series three times. I can’t get over it.
And guess who we saw while on this trip? REESE WHITHERSPOON! We drove down to Santa Monica to stay with friends and when we went out to dinner there she was in all of her glowing glory. She was just as beautiful in person as she is on screen. We even made eye contact (because I was staring at her for the entire dinner,) and she SMILED at me. So I guess that makes us best friends?
But back to our yurt (which isn’t nearly as exciting as Reese Whitherspoon) but anyway, we stayed at Treebones Resort. It was a great little hippy resort with terrible wifi and wonderful drinks. It was perfect!
This was our first trip to Cape Cod and we spent 90% of the time eating oysters and drinking beer and I wouldn’t change a thing. Our friends opened their home to us in Chatham and we had the best time just taking in the sights.
The trip was far too short, but we did manage to spend about eight hours in Boston so I could go to my first Red Socks game and have my first Fenway lobster roll.
My family started this new tradition where we rent a home in Wilmington on the water over Memorial Day and live life like the North Carolina folk do. Except not really because we say and do things only tourists would do like constantly ask, “so are we in the outer banks?”
No, we are not. But that didn’t stop me from pretending I was in a Nicholas Sparks movie the entire time.
I even made Chris pretend he had a child from a previous marriage where his wife had died tragically in a fire and he had saved the child from drowning in a torrential rainfall and that’s how we met, but he needed to be careful, because I was also damaged, as I was wife in a previous marriage, where my husband also died in a fire, and I tried to save him, but could not because I was also (almost) drowning in a pond nearby that was full of kids playing baseball for their diseased siblings who had also died in a fire…. and you get it.
Well this has been fun, but I think I’m over it. Honorable mentions go to Eugene, Oregon. Aka the edible blueberry trip.
And also the Grand Canyon and Steamboat, which just made me realize I have never written a post about Steamboat in the winter (only the 1400 recaps about our wedding there during the summer.) What kind of blogger am I? Full ski resort recap coming this weekend.
I have to go balance my chakra now and rub my crystals. Hope everyone has a great weekend!