Weekly Photo Challenge: Color

As I was scrolling through my photos, I came to one that made me smile and brought a tear to my eye all at the same time.  It is amazing how many fond childhood memories this one photo can invoke for me.  For my color challenge, I am sharing with you all a photo of my German grandmother, my Oma, at the age of 90 on her market stand in Heidelberg, Germany.

My grandmother is a strong, free-spirited woman who up until this year, at the age of 93, still sold flowers at her market stand.  After fleeing the Soviet invasion of Latvia and, winding up at a displaced person’s camp in post-war Germany, my grandmother started selling flowers on the market to make ends meet for her family.  She has been selling flowers to people with a true devotion to her floral works of art ever since …. approximately 60 years.  Market work is hard but my grandmother had a true passion for “her” flowers.  She treated them almost like her babies.  If a flower lost it’s bloom, she would pick the bloom off the ground and put it in a bud vase on her windowsill.  She hated to see any single flower lost.  DSC01076She had an amazing eye for which flowers went together and hands of steel with which to hold her bouquets.  The roses she used had thorns like daggers.

As children, we spent many summers in Heidelberg helping her sell on the market.  This requires getting up quite literally at the crack of dawn and working until about 3 or 4 in the afternoon.  My grandmother bought many flowers from the wholesalers but was an early adopter of locally sourcing her flowers as well.  This meant driving around tiny farm roads picking up freshly cut snapdragons, sweet peas, daisies, roses, and anything else that was in season from local gardners.  For us children, these old farmers would always give us little bags of freshly picked cherries, raspberries, blackberries, etc.  We would then stop at the local bakery and pick up some pastries and a canteen of coffee to have on the market.  I’m pretty sure my Oma is the source of my sweet tooth.  She would buy so many wonderful pieces of plum cake, apple cake, and of course there had to be freshly made whipping cram.

She became such an icon of the markets in Heidelberg that on her 90th birthday, the main newsaper in Heidelberg (Rhein Neckar Zeitung) wrote an article about her and her history on the market.

I’m sure I’m way off of topic for the color challenge but I just felt compelled to share this story with you all.  I hope you enjoy it and

Words of Wisdom and Chocolate …. Who Could Ask for More?

I love a chocolate company that provides not only for my milk chocolate needs but also for my motivational ones.  Thanks to Dove,  I recently enjoyed these three little tasty treats and as a bonus I got three profound life messages.  “Be fearless, Do what feels right, and Get out there and make your dreams happen.”  I’m the kind of person who loves daily mantras that help keep me in a positive mindset, thankful for what I have, and encourage me to be strong.   These couldn’t have been more perfect for me.  They gave me that little boost I needed for the day … not to mention the chocolate was pretty tasty too.  I think three pieces is my limit, however.  I must admit, for a moment,  I was tempted to eat a few more to see if there were any more salient tips for me.  I guess chocolate and mantras have at least one thing in common, there is such a thing as too many.  Now go out and be fearless, do what feels right, and make your dreams happen.

Blancaneaux Lodge: A Jungle Paradise in Belize’s Cayo District

So, I have to admit, one of my guilty pleasures is adding a wee bit of pampering to our Life Bus adventures when there is a place that looks interesting enough to try out.  Francis Ford Coppola’s Blancaneaux Lodge, in the Cayo District of Belize, seemed like one of those places worth checking out.  It did not disappoint.

To get to Blancaeneaux Lodge, you take a 14 mile ride on a bumpy, remote road that turns off of the Western Highway by Georgeville.  While driving on this road, teeth rattling, car shocks groaning, you find yourself frequently second-guessing whether you are on the right road. Then, your worries are allayed when you spot a triangular road sign bearing the Blancaneaux Lodge logo.  These signs indicate you are indeed on the right path.  You breathe a sigh of relief and continue on … bouncing down the road eager with anticipation to see this Pine Mountain Reserve paradise.  Fortunately, Blancaneaux Lodge has done an excellent job of placing these little triangular signs periodically along the way so you never have to worry for too long between signage.

Since most of our accomodations in Belize were going to be modest at best, we decided to splurge on our first few nights.  Blancaneaux is so fantastic it’s hard for me to know where to start to describe it.  Upon our arrival, we were greeted by Ryan, an incredibly friendly member of the front desk staff who gave us a briefing of the property and all of the property’s amenities,  a yummy rum cocktail, and showed us to our splendid bungalow.

Our bungalow was amazing.  A spacious, airy space with our own pool and outdoor shower.  There is a glass container by the mini-bar with some very addictive coconut treats.  Thankfully the jar gets replenished every day.  The nightly turn-down service includes the lighting of numerous votive candles which creates a lovely ambience when you return to your bungalow.  One of my favorite things, however, was the “shell phone” intercom system in each bungalow.  This is a large conch shell placed on top of a box.  When you want to order room service, schedule an excursion, or if you have a question for the front desk, you flip a switch on the box and speak directly into the conch shell.  You have a direct connection from the conch to the front desk.  This just brought a smile to my face every time I used the shell phone.

I’m sure there were other guests at the Lodge but with the way the property is laid out we almost never encountered any of them.  Typically only at dinner did we really notice there were others present.  The lodge grounds are beautifully laid out to maintain a lush jungle feel throughout the property.  Beautiful Privassion Creek runs right through the property and there are numerous places where you can just jump in and have a swim in the creek.

The staff is so welcoming and amenable to any request.  They will set up your dinner table anywhere on the premises you would like them to.  One night we had the staff set up our dinner on the terrace and we ate a wonderful meal all by ourselves with only candlelight.  The food is exceptional at Blancaneaux.  One of the things attributing to the great quality of food is the fact that the Lodge grows almost all of its own fruits and vegetables in an organic garden directly on the premises.  The fresh fish is flown in directly from their sister property, Turtle Inn, on the coast in Placencia.

Another plug for the staff and food.  Todd and I were heading out to explore that infamous Barton Creek Cave and we ordered a to go lunch.  This was one of the best picnics I have ever had.  The staff provided us with our own full-sized Coleman cooler with all of our food thoughtfully wrapped in Saran wrap so the ice water wouldn’t seep into the entrees.  There were a couple of surprise treats in the cooler as well.

As if all of this weren’t enough to make you fall in love with this lodge, Blancaneaux truly pursues an impressive array of sustainable initiatives.   Blancaneaux is currently implementing a stainless steel bottle program aimed at reducing plastic water bottle consumption by guests. Additionally, Blancaneaux Lodge has actively begun implementing eco-friendly systems and procedures for recycling as well as preserving water and power on the property.  As I mentioned earlier, Blancaneaux’s maintains an expansive organic garden that supplies fresh produce used in the on-site restaurants, reducing their carbon footprint by using locally sourced ingredients.

The remote mountain setting of the Blancaneaux Lodge makes it perfect place to relax, rejuvenate and enjoy life’s simple pleasures.  I was excited about what we had planned for the remaining two weeks of our Belizean trip, but I could have just as well had the Life Bus park here for a very, very long time.

Enjoy!!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Color

What can I say about color?  It is what drives me to photography!  I love it – I live for it. Based on the portfolio I continue to collect, it looks like I am attracted to greens and blues!  The images below are from a recent trip to Cuba – being an American, it was an amazing experience.  More to come on that topic in another post….

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When In Rome?

When in Rome. That was going to be my travelling motto. No spoiled American stereotype for me.

My second great adventure took me scuba diving to Fiji. While there, my boyfriend at the time wanted to participate in a kava ceremony–an event that is suspiciously similar to boys night out in the U.S., in that it involves mind altering drinks and no girls allowed.

No girls allowed.

And so it was that I failed my first “When in Rome” test.

I failed the second test as well. In Fiji, women are not allowed to sit in the front of vehicles. I was already seated when I found this out. I sat stubbornly in my seat, glaring at no one in particular, and at everyone in general.

These incidents, small but significant, have stayed with me on all my travels. I love learning about and experiencing other cultures, but they’re not always as romantic as the travel guides make out. And I’m often torn on how to react.

Even within the U.S., there are some odd cultures. In Seattle, everyone drinks coffee. I now have a Starbucks addiction that I’m pretty sure I’d be better off without. In Helena, MT, Wednesday evenings are spent in the local brewery. I now know more about Montana politics than I will ever admit. And the beer isn’t even that good.

And Albany, NY. I have spent the last six months traveling every week to Albany. I’m a Georgia girl, raised on please, thank you, and Mother-may-I. They were not raised that way in Albany. In Colorado, my now home state, Mondays are for reliving the weekends. Not so in Albany. People stare at me when I ask how they are–well, when they acknowledged me at all.

I’m not really an extrovert but I do like talking with people; plus, I just believe in certain civilities. And I do care how you’re doing. Once again, I found myself torn. With six months of this travel, what should I do? I couldn’t see myself embracing it, but it was their culture. When in Rome, after all.

The holidays came during these travels and once again Facebook was awash in the “I’ll say Merry Christmas if I darn well please” assertations. And that’s when it hit me. It wasn’t so much about adaptation as it was about acceptance. I’m quite okay with receiving a Happy Hanukkah, but i do love my Merry Christmas. I can participate without letting go of what I love about my own culture.

And so it went for six months. I’d ask about the weekend. They’d ask me about the software. I’d smile and nod at fellow runners. They’d give me wide berth. I got to where I almost didn’t even notice when my good mornings were greeted with frustrated rants about something entirely unrelated.

Then one morning, the frustrated rant stopped. My client-slash-coworker broke off mid sentence and turned his chair so he fully faced me.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Good morning, Lynda. How are you?” I just grinned.

When in Rome, sometimes it’s okay to make the tourist feel at home.

Celebrating and Surviving the End of the Mayan Calendar in the Belizean Jungle

As Todd and I were sitting in the canoe with our guide Jose, heading into a dark, narrow cave, I began to question the wisdom of what we were doing.  By pure coincidence, our trip to Belize happened to coincide with the Mayan calendar date of December 21st, a day some believed the Mayan calendar predicted the world was to end.  I won’t lie, I found it a bit spooky going into a cave that had been used primarily for sacrifice by the Mayan on such an imposing calendar day.  No one else was around and no one else knew where we were, not that anything really would have helped us if indeed the world had ended that day.  Fortunately for us, the world continued to go around and Todd and I made it safely out of the cave.  We would get to continue on with our fabulous two week Life Bus trip to Belize where we explored the jungle as well as the barrier reef cayes.

The fact that Todd and I were able to be in Belize during such a millennial event is pure chance and luck.  This trip had its challenges from the get go.  Todd had the misfortune of having a mountain biking accident at the beginning of November which caused a herniated L5 disc.  Unfortunately, the injury was so severe Todd had to undergo surgery only 4 short weeks before we were supposed to leave on this jungle and sea kayaking adventure.  Facing the real potential of losing lots of money in non-refundable deposits, I told him he would have to go – even if he were in a body cast.  In all honesty, we were both excited and yet very anxious about how this trip would turn out for us.  Fortunately, all the worry was for naught and we had an amazing time.

Given that our lodgings during the first week were going to be about three hours away from Belize City and located off of seriously bumpy, dirt roads, we opted to stay the first night in Belize City rather than try to navigate these roads in the dark.  We did have a great Life Bus moment in Belize City where we found a wonderful little Belizean diner purely as a result of a chance meeting with a Belizean lady at our hotel.  (More on that in another post.)

Our ultimate goal for the first few days of our trip was the Blancaneaux Lodge in the Mountain Pine Ridge Forest Reserve by San Ignacio.  We were supposed to have had about a three hour drive on the Western Belizean highway to get there.  Of course, we had a few detours along the way and it really wound up taking us about five hours.

Let me just mention briefly, driving on the Belizean highways isn’t really terrible as far as international driving goes.  I think Pam and I encountered far worse driving in places such as Naples.  The one caveat I do have for anyone driving in Belize is that there are speed bumps everywhere.  Most of the time these bumps are NOT marked.  So, you really want to be observant … especially when going through roadside towns.  The speed bumps are not little rolling bumps.  Most of them would do some serious damage to your car if you hit them at anything faster than 10 mph.  Just a heads up!

One of the detours was to look for a Mennonite bakery.  I must confess, I was unaware that there was such a large Mennonite community in Belize.  It was really quite a fascinating juxtaposition between several cultures – African, Mayan, Latino, and Mennonite to name just a few.  The Mennonite in Belize look and live for the most part the way they do in the US.  The interesting note about the Mennonite in Belize is just how successful they have become there.  Apparently, they are responsible for almost all of the country’s watermelon, beef, eggs, dairy, other produce, and timber.  Unfortunately, we never did find that bakery.

As a result of all of our detours, we made it to the road to Blancaneaux just as the sun was setting.  Despite the great signage Blancaneaux has put up along the way, you really don’t want to be trying to find this place in the dark.  The road you turn on to from the highway is truly a bouncy, rutted, dirt road with no lights, 1 road side convenience hut, and 1 very basic ranger hut prior to arriving at Blancaneaux itself.  Once you pull in to the hotel, however, you realize you have arrived at your own private Belizean jungle paradise and that it has been worth every pothole along the way.

We couldn’t wait for the next day where we would actually get a feel for where the Life Bus had taken us and begin our jungle adventures.

Phoneography Challenge: My Neighborhood

I live in Golden, CO which is a small town just West of downtown Denver.  As you can imagine, some of the best things about living in my town are the beautiful views, hiking opportunities and the wildlife I see nearly every day I am lucky enough to be home. Here area a few of my favorites!

I am looking forward to seeing where my fellow bloggers live via the WordPress Phoneography Challenge!

This is a hiking/trail running trail called Mt. Galbraith – it’s a great 5 mile (ish) balloon loop that is 5 minutes from my house and is one of my local faves.  The views of Golden are amazing from this trail!

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Living My Life

My cousin is living my life. The life I dream of. That dream I have during long, painful meetings where I’ve slipped the surly, golden bonds of corporate America and am living one crazy grand adventure after another.

Last I saw him was Key West, FL. I had just completed a triathlon, a sport I love but in which I infrequently participate, because the sport seems to attract the most obsessive of gear heads. Not many seem to do tris for the pure, unadulterated joy of movement. He had arrived there one month prior via a sailboat ride from Anaheim. The boat’s captain is a bush pilot my cousin met in McCarthy, Alaska, home to both. I am pretty sure he is living my life as well. To him, it is all routine, shuttling the adventurous off to their dream kayaking/mountaineering/skiing expedition. I have learned, though, that one man’s routine is another man’s lifetime experience. I hope one day to have the chance to buy him a beer or two, and hear the stories.

If you’ve never been to (or even heard of) McCarthy, it is truly the last of the last frontiers. It is nestled in the Wrangell-St Elias National Park–at 13.2 million acres, the largest national park in the U.S., and larger than Switzerland. I visited him there after my bitter disappointment on Denali. His home is a beautiful, modest log home that he built himself, on a piece of land with a small lake, plentiful trees, and no sign of neighbors. Completely off the grid, energy comes from a generator, the sun, or a cozy wood stove. The outhouse is the only downside of this arrangement.

Well, not the only. The town is at the end of a sixty mile dirt road (when I first looked up McCarthy, I thought the road name was “Closed In Winter”). The nearest grocery store is six hours away. That’s a long haul to get Ben and Jerry’s after a sucky day, but then, how many sucky days could there be in McCarthy, Alaska? And keeping it warm at night requires a couple of wake up calls.

When I ran into my cousin. in Key West, he had just become best buddies with some Alaska transplants and was beach and bar hopping around the Keys. I’m the epitome of introvert and rarely meet anyone new, much less connect with this group as deeply as I did. I spent three days with them, alternating drinking and having the most honest discussion of fears and dreams and growing up and old since the long ago college late night runs to Taco Cabana.

Mark left in the middle of this break from reality to hop a plane to Arizona. His next adventure was on the Grand Canyon. For most, this is a once in a lifetime adventure–for Mark, well, let’s just say it wasn’t his first time, and probably not the last. He promised to send the next invitation my way. Now all I have to do is convince work that one month vacations are totally normal. They’re still reeling from the last one. I guess I should be relieved they don’t like me being gone that long.

When he’s not out living my life, Mark is at home, spending the long summer Alaskan days working for the National Park Service, restoring an abandoned copper mine. He took me for a tour last summer, and it is quite the glorious wreck. Breathtaking in its disarray, I’m not sure how OSHA would view it. He had spent the prior winter on a balmy island somewhere south, where he had spent a couple months recuperating and rehabilitating from shoulder surgery. Working to restore copper mines is tough work, and his rotator cuff was the unfortunate casualty.

When I dream of chucking it all, I seldom think about it with a realistic bent. Truth is, lifestyles of any type require some kind of sacrifice and compromise. My job allows me only three weeks of adventure a year, but also gives me a decent budget for those three weeks. It demands a lot from me, yet allows the flexibility to explore while “working from home”: five days in Key West cost me almost no adventure time. And I like coming home to a hot shower. I’m spoiled having a grocery store and take out Vietnamese within walking distance.

If I can just figure out how to get internet connectivity in a raft and a waterproof laptop, I think I’d have it made.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

If you have ever been to Kathmandu, Nepal, you know how many things there are to see – it’s easy to get lost in the details.  The images below include two boys we encountered on the way to the Everest Base Camp – you can see the rays of light shining down and their runny noses!  The second is a view of the Valley below from a helicopter ride from Lukla to Kathmandu. The third, is a street view in Thamel. Every day I walked the same street in Thamel, I saw something new.   What a unique and incredible place!

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Forward

I like these photos for the Forward challenge because they show the view from the cockpit …. one literally and the others more figuratively.  The actual cockpit photo was taken near Juneau, Alaska.  We flew Ward Air out of Juneau and had the great fortune of having a friend of a friend be our pilot.  He took great care of us and took us on some special glacier viewing opportunities as well as up and over some glacial valleys.  I’ll never forget this moment because we were all looking out the windshield seeing these peaks getting closer by the second. No one said anything but we were all wondering … how are we getting over those when we are obviously lower than the summits.  Fortunately, without any problem!!  There was such a thrill on the other side of these peaks.  The ground fell away immediately and it felt like we were free-falling for a second.  The other two photos were taken on sea kayaking adventure trips.  One was taken in the Sea of Cortez and the other most recently kayaking to Tobacco Caye by the Belizean barrier reef.  Tobacco Caye was literally Gilligan’s Island and where we would spend the next 3 nights!!  Hope you all enjoy the views forward!!