Wednesday, July 19, 2017

La Dolce Vita Travels: Breckenridge, Colorado

It started with a phone call one afternoon in early June. "Do you want to go to Breckenridge with us?" asked my friend Gayle.


Joe, who was sitting beside me said, "Go to Breckenridge." By that evening, we had all booked our flights.


Sometimes things happen like that.


My favorite photo from the trip. The mountains, and me taking it all in.




Day 1: Departure Day


Oh, it was good to meet bright and early at the Augusta Municipal Airport. Four gals, who had traveled together to Italy two years ago, were now on a grand adventure. But it was a long day of  travel: Augusta to Atlanta (with a three hour layover), Atlanta to Denver (where I sat beside a bride-to-be who was traveling with her wedding dress for a destination wedding in Colorado Springs), and then a two hour drive to Breckenridge.


We arrived to Gayle's cabin by the light of the moon.






Day 2: Breckenridge and Peak 8


We woke to breathtaking views. Because we were already feeling the effects of the altitude, we decided to explore downtown Breckenridge to allow our bodies time to acclimate. The town, nestled between tall mountain peaks, was just lovely. We meandered through the different stores, and after lunch at The Gold Pan Saloon (a Breckenridge tradition since 1879) we took a gondola to Peak 8 (elevation 12,998 ft.), then yet another chairlift, and decided to walk all the way back down the mountain to the downtown area.


That night we drove around and took photos of the local Cannabis trade (if you don't know, marijuana is legal in Colorado). We had been told to at least walk inside one of the stores (It's like a Cracker Barrel! they said) but we were too chicken and the storefronts looked suspicious. Although ... with the four of us hanging out our car windows taking photos, maybe we were the suspicious looking ones?



My shirt says: And so the Adventure Begins. And so it did.

In front of Gayle's cabin.

Goose Pasture Tarn

Breckenridge, CO

Fun place ... our server looked just like a gold prospector!

Clear skies, blue fluffy clouds, mountains ...

The views were spectacular!


Everything was gorgeous.

On top of Peak 8

Crisp mountain air and hiking in the great outdoors ... it does a body good.

Love this sign!

Another store was called Aspen Glow.

This sign cracked me up.




Day 3: Hike to Mohawk Lake


Today was the day for The Big Hike. It was what we had come to do. And to give us encouragement Mr. Moose joined us for breakfast. After discussing what to pack (water, lunch, toilet paper) and how many layers of clothing to wear, we drove to the trailhead.


The hike to Mohawk Lake is 3.4 miles . . . all of that is going UP. And because we made a wrong turn, our route was actually 4 miles . . . all of that going UP. I am not kidding. With the exception of a beautiful glade where we made our wrong turn, we climbed for over three hours. It was a steep climb, and the last mile we climbed hand over foot over the rocks because there wasn't a clearly marked trail.


It wasn't easy, and we really pushed ourselves, but when we finally made it to Mohawk lake and sat on the shore taking in the breathtaking beauty, it was exhilarating. We had persevered and conquered the mountain. There is nothing better than feeling you are on top of the world when you are (literally) sitting on top of the world.


When we got back to the cabin, we celebrated with a glass of wine by Goose Pasture Tarn.


Funny story: On the way up to Mohawk Lake we encountered a group of young people who were huffing and puffing along. Someone in their group, offering encouragement to the others, pointed to us and said, "Look at those women. They're in their 40's, and if they can do it so can we." (Ha! The youngest in our group is 50, so we tood it as a compliment.)


Mr. Moose, right in our front yard.

Getting ready for The Big Hike.

Due to a wrong turn, our hike to Mohawk Lake was actually 4 miles!

During the hike we kept taking off layers, then adding layers. Off and on. On and off.

This glade was the ONLY flat spot. We climbed for four miles.

This is where we made our wrong turn.

Layers off ...

and layers on.

Cozy mountain cabin.

Taking in the view or stopping to breathe?
Both.

Still climbing!

In which we encountered snow.

Mohawk lake. We made it!

Taking in the views.

On top of the world.

Celebrating with a glass of vino by the shores of Goose Pasture Tarn.


Day Four:


After yesterday's epic hike, today we took it easy. We drove around the area, and after lunch took the canoe out on the tarn. Canoeing was very serene ... until a weather front blew in out of nowhere and Julie and I struggled to make it to shore. I'm not going to lie, it was a little scary. One minute it was sunny, the next the wind was blowing and the waves were rocking our canoe.


By late afternoon Gayle's daughter, Hannah, arrived with her friend and we all went out to dinner. (BTW, Hannah came to Italy with us, too.)


That night we sat around the fireplace.


Goose Pasture Tarn


Canoeing = tranquility

The calm before the storm.

Best turkey/apple/brie sandwich. Ever.

Fun times!

Sitting by the fire.




Day Five: Hoosier Pass


We couldn't leave Colorado without one more hike so we decided on Hoosier Pass, a mere 3-mile loop that turned out to be more that we thought it would be. It was steep, it was very windy, we had to hike through some snow, and again it was straight UP. But it was marvelous.


That night we walked around Breckenridge and said goodbye to our Colorado adventure.


One more hike!

Loved the weather. Back home, the weather hovered around 100 degrees.

More breathtaking views.

For some reason we kept singing John Denver songs. And "The Hills are Alive" from the Sound of Music.

Mountains through the trees.



Hiking through the snow.

Again, on top of the world.

God's country.

Picture Postcard

Gorgeous views everywhere you turned!

The Hills are Alive ...

Friends.

Last night in Breckenridge.

Thanks, Gayle, for organizing this Grand Adventure and sharing your home with us!





THE END





Monday, July 17, 2017

Road Trip in Quick Takes (The Beatles, Elvis Presley, a Disappearing Helicopter, a Giant Meatball, and a Plate of Bones)

The Best Laid Plans . . .


The plan was to arrive in Little Rock Monday evening so that Tuesday, when Nicholas' moving van arrived, we could help him unpack and set up his apartment. We would then leave Wednesday morning (Nicholas' first day of work) for a road trip to Branson and Memphis.


What actually happened: Halfway to Little Rock Nicholas texts us that the moving van would be a few days late. And by a "few days" it meant Sunday . . . the day we needed to head home.


So here's what happened: We spent Tuesday in Little Rock with Nicholas, but left Wednesday morning as planned. As much as we wanted to be there for the move-in, it just wasn't meant to be.


[Now about this photo: Wednesday morning Nicholas stopped by our hotel room for one last goodbye (he was headed to his first day of work and we were headed out of town). After the hugs, I grabbed my iPhone and took a sneaky mom photo of Nicholas as he was walking away. I like how the lights are leading him past the exit sign (of his old life) and through the open doorway (to his new life). And the photo is blurry because, well, so were my eyes.]



Our last view of Nicholas.




The Forgotten Son


This summer has officially been dubbed "The Summer of Nicholas" by his brothers. Between graduating from Clemson, furniture shopping, flying to Little Rock for an apartment search, and driving to Little Rock to help him move in . . . well, it's been all about Nicholas and the other two have been ignored. Which is why we planned the little road trip. On the drive to Branson, Timothy informed us that he was the most ignored of all. He went on and on (and on and on) about this, and while it was funny there was an element of truth. So we told him he could pick our first family activity in Branson.


Big mistake. He decided a water park would be a splendid idea.


Now, I emphatically, categorically, without a doubt abhor water parks. It's like walking around Six Flags all day in a bathing suit, and who wants to do that? Not me, that's who. And truthfully, Joe and Jonathan weren't thrilled with the idea, either, but we couldn't say no after he just finished telling us how unloved and ignored he was. (The bambino throws a good pity party.)


So we went to the water park which, because it was soooo hot, was a nice way to stay cool.


But I still emphatically, categorically, without a doubt abhor water parks.


P.S. Alas, no photos of the water park. I do have the following photo of Timothy jumping into our hotel pool. We discovered that he jumps really high. Just call him Kanga, or Roo.


This bambino can jump.




In which Maria (almost) Disappears in a Helicopter


This was our first time in Branson so I knew we had to see a couple of shows. But how to choose when the Branson Visitor Guidebook listed FOUR pages of shows?!? I truly had no idea there would be so many choices. We were only there two nights, so I decided we'd do one Las Vegas style show and one musical act.


The first night we saw Illusionist Rick Thomas.


Wow. We've never been to a live magic show before, so we were mesmerized. It was artistic, breathtaking, funny, ethereal, and ... magical.


At one point Rick Thomas needed a volunteer from the audience to help with his disappearing helicopter trick (yes, you read that right) and arbitrarily picked a name from that night's ticket sales. When he read the ticket he announced, "Maria ..." and my heart stopped beating right then and there. Really, I couldn't breathe. Joe and the boys looked at me.


But then he said a different last name and I melted into a puddle of relief.


After the show I met Rick Thomas and told him the Maria Story. He had a good laugh.


I came this close to appearing on stage.


Facebook Magic


Through the magic of Facebook, we found out that my Uncle Floyd (my dad's brother) and his family were vacationing in Branson. So we met for lunch and it was great to catch up!





In Which Maria (almost) Runs off with Paul McCartney


The next night we went to see Liverpool Legends, a Beatles tribute show. It turned out to be so much fun. At one point when we were standing (the boys) and dancing (Bia) in front of the stage, Paul McCartney . . . wait for this . . . tossed me his guitar pick.


Whoa.


Yes, Paul McCartney tossed me his guitar pick.


Liverpool Legends . . . such a FUN show.




Thank You For the Music


When we started our little road trip we didn't realize it was going to be such a musical one. Between the Beatles tribute show in Branson and listening to cd's while driving (The Moody Blues and Tommy by The Who), the musical theme continued in Memphis with a tour of Sun Studio.


This was the coolest thing we did all week.


Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins, Roy Orbison, and many others recorded in that studio. Our tour guide was fantastic; he told the best stories as we listened to original demo tapes, and he showed us how a dollar bill taped to the neck of a guitar was the secret to Johnny Cash's distinctive sound. He also brought out the exact microphone all those artists used when they recorded their hits.


This was, without a doubt, my favorite part of the trip.

Sun studio

THE microphone used by so many famous singers.




What We Didn't Do


Graceland. We had every intention of going, but it was Saturday, with temps in the high 90's, and when we saw tour buses lined up and headed in that direction we changed our mind. Instead, we toured Sun Studio and the Rock and Soul Museum. We walked up and down Beale Street and had the best lunch at Central BBQ. We also visited the Lorraine Motel where Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated. It was a sobering and surreal experience to see the exact hotel balcony which we have seen countless times in history books.


Beale Street, Memphis, TN

Lorraine Motel




Goofy Photos (because it was a road trip)


Jonathan loves us. Yes, yes he does. He told us so in Arkansas as we stood hundreds of feet underground in Mystic Cavern. At least I think that's what he was saying.


Can't you tell?




In Branson, we did NOT eat here. Everything that is Italian in me recoiled in horror.


That giant meatball is the front door.




While in Memphis we may not have gone to Graceland, but we did go here . . .


Yeah, so one of these things is not like the others,
one of these things just doesn't belong.




I didn't buy this mug, but I should have.


Amen.




When there is a line to get in a restaurant you know it's good, which is why we decided to eat at Central BBQ where Joe and Timothy basically ordered half a pig. And they ate everything.


Nothing left but a pile of bones.




THE END

Friday, July 7, 2017

Transitions

"Now, don't cry when we start carrying his things out of here," said the man from Atlas Van Lines. "The first one out of the house is hard."


Well, I'm not crying . . . yet.


But it is a strange feeling. As I'm typing this, perfect strangers are packing, sorting, and wrapping our son's things into boxes and loading them into a large Atlas moving truck parked in front of our house. After twenty-two years it's all going: the furniture, clothes, art supplies, television, video games, board games, cleaning supplies, posters, and books.


There are more books than anything -- from Dostoyevsky to Naruto -- and, more than anything, I think it's the books that have caused a lump in my throat. Nicholas is the only one in the family who shares my love of reading, and through the years we've exchanged novels and have had wonderful conversations about some of the books we've read.


It's all happening so fast. Today is Nicholas' last day in Denver, tomorrow he flies home, and on Sunday he and Jonathan will drive out to Little Rock, Arkansas. Joe, Timothy, and I will follow a few days later to help Nicholas move in, after which the four of us will say goodbye and go on a little road trip.


I know some may see the finality of a child moving out as an ending, but I like to see it as a transition. There will be a shift in our family dynamics, and certainly a period of adjustment, but it will also be a springboard to new beginnings, traditions, and adventures.


Just the same, though, I think I'll keep a box of tissues nearby.





Tuesday, June 27, 2017

La Dolce Vita Travels: The Art of Packing

Heading out of town this weekend (a hiking trip to Colorado!) and thought I'd re-post this. It was one of my more popular posts ...


There is no doubt that packing is a science, but over the years I have taken it as a personal challenge to turn it into an art form which, for me, means a perfect balance of need versus want. Like many areas of my life, it’s about simplifying and not allowing stuff to get in the way.



Basically, less is more, and in packing it’s all about a capsule wardrobe. For example, with five tops and three bottoms that can be mixed and matched, along with coordinating scarves, jewelry and a cardigan, you can create endless outfit options. Capsule wardrobe. Google it. Or look it up on Pinterest.  

And there are so many benefits to packing lightly: less clothes means less mess in a hotel room or a ship’s cabin; fewer choices means getting ready in less time; and not having to think about clothes allows our mind to travel outward in anticipation of the day's adventures.

Capsule Wardrobe.
Google it.
photo credit: via Pinterest




Suitcase or carry-on?

Up until a few years ago, I always thought in terms of a suitcase. But that shifted when I began reading articles by seasoned travelers who only used carry-ons. No lugging around a big suitcase and no checking bags at airports; instead, it was about packing with less to have the freedom to move about more.  

I was intrigued, so for a trip to Italy last year – a trip which involved traveling by plane, bus, train and boat – I decided to give it a try. One carry-on for 10 days. I planned, I coordinated, I packed. And you know what? It worked. Not only did having a small carry-on make it easier to maneuver through a hotel lobby or a train station, but I was free. I didn’t have to check my bags, stand in a line at Baggage Claim, or wait for a porter; the carry-on fit easily in the back of a taxi or on a train luggage rack, and unpacking (upon arrival) or packing (when moving to the next town) was quick and effortless.

I have been using a carry-on ever since: for a family Caribbean cruise, a week-long spring break in Florida, and a trip to Lake Tahoe. And traveling with a only a carry-on has been wonderful for our family vacations. Everyone is responsible for their own carry-on and backpack, and this works whether we’re traveling by plane, train, or automobile.
Carry-on only.
Clothes on the left;
shoes, hairbrush, cardigan, scarves, and my cross body bag on the right.


It’s all in the bag

When limiting myself to a carry-on, you can believe that I also have a purse. A rather large purse. So while my shoes and clothes go into the suitcase, my wallet, toiletries, make-up, kindle, and iPhone go into my purse. Sometimes I need to bring my laptop, so there needs to be room for that, too. For our recent trip to Lake Tahoe, I used a beautiful Anne Klein satchel for my travel purse which was not only a nice size, but also very stylish.

Now, I know you’re wondering if I use that same travel purse once I reach my destination. I do not. The size makes it impractical. So I will either pack a leather tote or, as in the case of our Lake Tahoe trip, a leather cross body bag … both of which are flat enough to fit in the bottom of the suitcase and are more reasonably sized for sightseeing.
This bag, more of a large satchel, was the perfect travel purse.
Inside was a compartment for my laptop, and plenty of pockets and dividers to keep things organized.
Additionally, the straps were long enough that I could carry it over my shoulder.


For sight-seeing, I switch out my travel satchel for a leather tote or,
as in this photo, a cross body leather bag.

But what about souvenirs?

It’s always interesting that people use the excuse of needing room for souvenirs to justify bringing a large suitcase. With a few exceptions, most people with a large suitcase fill it before even leaving home (believe me, they are not carrying an empty suitcase).

Of course, it all depends if you are a serious shopper or an opportunistic browser, but a long time ago I decided that I didn’t want my travels to be about the souvenirs; that I would rather explore than go from shop to shop. This is not to say I don’t purchase souvenirs, because I do. But I tend to stick to local markets and purchase items which are packable: table linens, pretty scarves, jewelry, leather wallets, or small ceramics (salt & pepper shaker, sugar and creamer, a tray).

And if, by chance, I purchase more than I can fit in my carry-on, I simply purchase an inexpensive duffel bag, fill it with my purchases, and then check my original carry-on for the return trip home.
Some of my souvenirs from my last trip to Italy. Everything was small
and fit easily into my carry-on suitcase and travel purse.


Traveling with bling

As many of you know, I am a watch girl. I love watches, and the bigger the better. But again, it’s about simplifying. Why pack a fancy jewelry organizer with too much when a small pouch of just enough would do? On our last trip, I brought two watches, each with a coordinating ring and bracelet. That’s it. Two watches, two rings, and two bracelets.

But consider this: you can always supplement by purchasing jewelry as a souvenir. Yeah, that’s right. And because you didn't bring too much jewelry to begin with, you won't feel guilty for deciding to buy that watch you spotted in a store window in Capri, or that artisan cameo ring at a market outside of Naples. 
Two watches, two rings, two bracelets.
Keeping travel jewelry to a minimum.


Great idea: jewelry as a souvenir!
One of my favorite souvenirs was this leather wrap bracelet
(with the "Our Father" in Italian) which I purchased in Rome last year.

Toiletries

Toiletries are an issue … especially for females. Between make-up, moisturizers, lotions, and hair products there’s a lot to consider. And if you’re flying and not checking a bag – there’s not much that will fit into that quart-sized TSA approved Ziploc bag. So what’s a girl to do?

You decant shampoos and lotions into small bottles. You consolidate with items that do double duty – body lotions that can be used as a moisturizer, a foundation which already contains sunscreen, a shampoo and conditioner in one. You also do without (leave the Dead Sea Facial Mask or the Argan Oil Hair Treatment).

And then there’s the check-out lane at Sephora … you know, with all those bins of travel sized items? Honestly, I love standing in line at Sephora, and the longer the line the more time I have to browse. Not only do I like to get travel sizes of some of my favorite products, but the smaller sizes also allow me to try new products without investing in the larger size.

And here’s a secret: if you ask (nicely) for some free samples, they will give them to you. The last time I was in Sephora I mentioned our upcoming flight to Lake Tahoe, and the clerk gave me a handful of sample moisturizers and eye creams. “Stay hydrated and moisturize,” she advised me.
Finds from the Sephora check-out lane:
Living Proof Dry Shampoo, Hourglass pressed powder, blotting papers,
and an assortment of free(!) samples.



The Shoe Conundrum


This is tricky. Us gals need more than one pair of shoes, but because shoes take up so much space you have to be smart about it (and more than a little practical) which means having the strength to set aside that cute pair of heels that you would only wear once (if at all). Generally I allow myself three pair of shoes: one pair that I wear on the trip, and two that go into my suitcase; furthermore, each pair has to coordinate with more than one outfit so I can change the look if I re-wear the same outfit.
Supergas are my go-to sneakers. They travel well, and look good with
jeans, short skirts, and maxi skirts.


The nitty gritty: To re-wear or not to re-wear?

Re-wear. Definitely. Oh, I’m not talking about socks and underwear, but jeans, skirts, tank tops, and even the occasional top can be re-worn if they are not stained. Or smelly. And if, for example, your jeans are clean but smell wind-blown from walking around all day, simply spray them with Febreze
and allow them to air overnight.
Also, I like to stick several sheets of fabric softener in my carry-on to keep everything smelling fresh.
Are your clothes clean but smell wind-blown after a day of sight-seeing?
Spray with Febreze-to-go and allow to air out overnight.


One final word

Pinterest is a wonderful source for all things travel, and I have several boards dedicated to travel, packing, and capsule wardrobes. Another web site with a wealth of information is Travel Fashion Girl where Alexandra Jimenez and her team offer everything from reviews of the best travel shoes, to packing check lists that you can print and use for your next trip.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

The Twilight Zone (Mall episode)


There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity ... and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge ... it is an area which we call the Twilight Zone the Mall.


So. I'm living in the Twilight Zone.


Since the beginning of summer each of the Novajosky boys has wanted to go the mall ... up to and including my husband who, just this past Friday, announced that it was too hot to do anything outdoors and suggested we go to the mall.


Now, I go to the mall maybe three times a year, and here I've been three times since the end of May. All because of my guys. Go figure.


But on Friday I should have known something was up when Joe pulled up to a Sears entrance -- not the main one, but a side entrance -- and parked the car as close as he could to the doors. Any closer and they would have called security.


We entered directly into the lawn mower section where my husband found a salesperson who told him everything about our lawn mower bag which needs replacing: Yes, we sell this type of bag; no, we don't carry it in the store; yes, you can order it online.


"Okay." Joe announced, turning to us.


"Okay, what?" I asked, although I was pretty sure I knew the answer to my own question.


"All done. That's all I needed." he replied glancing at the exit.


As my head was spinning to come up with a clever comeback, Timothy intervened.


"I want to go to GameStop."


That's my boy. Normally I try to discourage anything related to video games, but GameStop is precisely 45 feet from the entrance of Sears so we would actually have to go into the mall.


After GameStop someone suggested Barnes & Noble and all of a sudden we were MORE in! Like, we had to walk all the way down the upper level to the other end of the mall! Along the way I helpfully pointed out some of my favorite stores and offered some helpful advice:


Pandora is a great place for jewelry; and you know me, I like chunky bracelets.
Sephora is great for makeup; a gift certificate is the way to go.
Teavana has the cutest little teapots. You can also sample the teas.


In Barnes & Noble we headed for the magazine section where Joe saw this ...






and I saw this.






Then I found myself near the travel maps and, because everything was just a tad surreal, Timothy and I goofed around until Joe peeked around the aisle and asked what we were doing. Not behaving, was what we were doing, but it was fun.


(What wasn't fun was re-folding that nice map of Rome. Maps can be pesky like that.)






We then walked the length of the mall back to Sears and our getaway car. On the way we stayed on the upper lever, but since we were on the other side we had to walk past Victoria's Secret and all those pink, frilly, lacy things. I told Timothy to close his eyes.


Now, I know you're probably wondering, "What about the lower level?"


Well, there just wasn't enough time in this Twilight Zone episode. Thirty minutes, max. We'll do the lower level in the next episode . . .