Category Archives: Travel

PADI Calls Me A Diver

I was always told that I’d never be able to dive because of my ears. AD, the diving instructor, had been using a special earplug for years. He makes them to allow the pressure to change while keeping water out. He made a pair for me and they worked a treat!

I earned my open water certification today.

As a kid, I was fascinated with diving a shipwreck. Now I can. Well, I’ll need further certification, but I’m *able* to make this dive.

Out With the Old

My old passport is now a souvenir. The new one is empty, giving me nothing to read while standing in a customs line and nothing to bring a smile to my face when I recall a trip memory. I was two squares away from filling it – too many drives to Canada sans stamp, I suppose. Here’s to the next decade!

‘Expert’ Travel Advice?!

Things NOT to do when staying in a small space/ tiny apartment with other people:
*Put your shoes under the radiator.
*Leave wet towels on the (only) bathroom floor.
*Use all the hooks in the (only) bathroom for your dirty clothes.
*Leave dirty dishes on the counter, island, and in the sink.
*Not throw empty yogurt containers in the trash.
*Not rinse wineglasses so they get smelly and stained.

Things NOT to do when traveling with other people:
*On a cold day when car windows can’t be opened, take you shoes off in the car.
*Change the GPS route en-route without telling the driver. Or, if driving, don’t listen to the GPS when it’s routing you away from a traffic jam, thinking you know better.
*Continually reference someone’s dietary restrictions at every meal stop/dining opportunity.

In twelve hours, I’ll be at the airport. The hardest part will be leaving the house, leaving the cats. I have an excellent catsitter, it’s more the idea of leaving them. Once we leave the house, things’ll be easier.

Caturday rocks.

Until then, stay amused:

And the Piece de resistance:

If you only watch one, watch this one. You will never hear this song in the same way.

Letters from home

I went to Germany for two weeks at the end of November. The most meaningful part of it was a short email, sent very early Thanksgiving day. Along with the simple sentiment of “Happy Thanksgiving”, it detailed the happenings of Thanksgiving prep and the schedule for the day — no earth shattering news, nothing to save the world, just words describing what could have been happening in nearly any household in the states. Those words brought me home for a moment, brought me away from the hectic and mildly uncomfortable surroundings enveloping me, and meant so much to me. Nothing beats a letter from home. Thanks, Dad.