One to Nothin'

Champagne in a Can

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Friday afternoon I decided Ziggy and I were going hiking, so I plugged the address into my phone knowing the peril (considering what happened last time) and it led me to a gated-in fancy pants neighborhood. I started trying to do a three point turn when some dude started screaming at me. He was all, “you trying to go to the park?” so naturally I thought he was a mind reader because we were in a residential area (for extremely wealthy folks). But he informed me that it was, in fact, one of the entrances and that it was the time when rattlesnakes come out — so be careful! (Insert minor anxiety attack here) 
But we pushed forward and luckily didn’t get attacked by any rattlesnakes. However, about a quarter mile into our totally uphill hike, Zigz decided to take a big old steamy dump, so I picked it up with a baggy like a good samaritan, thinking there would be a trashcan somewhere along the trail. I was mistaken. So I carried an awful smelling bag-o-crap the entire length of our 5-mile hike. And still managed to take photos. That’s skill right there. (I have a photo of the crap bag too, but I decided I’d spare you all). Oh, and I saw a wild turkey, two deer and little snake (I didn’t see a rattle..).
After my hike-induced butt cramp resided, I put on Rose’s leather jacket and headed to SF for a Maps & Atlases concert. Judging by my experiences riding BART so far, I think I might just have to start a new segment called “Eavesdropping on BART.” It can be pretty entertaining slash ridiculous, but that’s a story for another day. As soon as we arrived at the venue, we whipped out our ids because we were ready to get our drank on and that’s when I got a full-on interrogation. The bouncer was 100% sure my id was fake, so I had to recite my address, the spelling of my name, birthday and sports teams that play in Florida — that one threw me off. Then he finally believed me and let us in where we were met by countless handlebar mustaches and bored facial expressions. 
Luckily we met some dudes from Finland and the UK who bought us champagne in a can, complete with a CapriSun straw. I thought it was the coolest thing ever. I’ve heard of wine in a box, cocktails in a pouch and shots in a bag, but never champagne in a can! Cannons and Clouds played first and they were pretty good, but then the second opener came on — I think they were called Young Man, but they kept making cheesy astronaut sounds on the keyboard and it reminded me this Friends episode.. so we continued to drink. Then Maps & Atlases came on and were just as wonderful as we hoped they would be. 
Saturday was spent recovering/watching dvr’d shows/doing a puzzle/stuffing my face with Chinese food. Fast-forward to Sunday..
I took myself out to a super cute cafe for breakfast and spent the rest of the day letting my porcelain skin get fried by the pool (there might have been some margaritas involved as well). Really, though, my chest looks super awkward and splotchy now. So overall I would say this weekend was a success.

Creep

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I’ve been here for almost a week now, which is incredibly hard to believe. I feel like someone is going to pinch me and I’m going to wake up back in the humid swamp called Florida where mosquitos are trying maul my face off, but instead I wake up to perfect 60 degree weather with blue skies and a breeze. No mosquitos to be found. Here are some of the things I’ve noticed so far from my 6 days in California:

1. There is good music everywhere. There are tons of radio stations that I love here. Every other “seek” presents another gold nugget station. The grocery stores blast Black Keys, little mom and pop restaurants play Guster and there is a badass concert, like, every night. Seriously. I could blow all my savings right now just on concert tickets (I’m going to see Maps and Atlases tonight!). I have yet to walk into an establishment here and think “ugh, I hate this song.” And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a bit of a music junkie.

2. Gas costs about as much per gallon as I used to make per hour. I’m only slightly exaggerating. This coast is serious about deterring people from driving around frivolously. I could probably buy a bike for as much as it costs to fill my tank a couple times. I might just do that actually. Any suggestions for good bikes? I’m a newb.

3. People think I’m crazy. Not like the dude who almost peed on me crazy, but the kind of crazy that drives all the way from Florida to California. “You drove?! Why??” It definitely makes for a good story though. I just let people think I’m far braver and free-spirited than I really am. The second thing people say is, “You must love the weather here then.” Why, yes, good sir. I certainly do.

4. Ziggy doesn’t like change. Homegirl refuses to embrace her new playmate, a rambunctious bulldog named Winston. When he comes near my room her lips curl up and she sounds like she’s fixin’ to rip his throat out. She also flips her shit if he comes near her when she’s playing with one of his toys. She’s a little princess.

5. Mary J is NBD. People just light up in public places on the reg. I saw a dude walk right past a police officer with a joint in his hand and neither of them even batted an eye. This pretty much blows my mind.

6. I can drink coffee! There is non-dairy creamer everywhere that there is coffee sold. It’s like a dream come true, but who am I kidding? Just about everything from this week has been a dream come true.

7. Liquor. Grocery and convenience stores sell liquor right next to beer and wine. In Florida (at least in Ocala and Gainesville), liquor has to be sold in a separate store (which stops selling at 11pm, here it’s 2am), so this was a big surprise for me. Also, you can get smashed on Sundays here! (As if the prohibition of liquor sales before 2pm on Sunday stopped anyone from doing that..)

8. Talking on the phone while driving is illegal. I didn’t realize that most of my talking on the phone occurred while I was driving until I was told I could get a ticket for it here.

9. Trails on trails on trails! There are all kinds of places to go hiking here and everything is dog-friendly. It’s kind of amazing.

10. Bring your own bags. Some grocery stores charge 10 cents per paper bag and others don’t have any at all. You are expected to bring your own, reusable bags unless you are a professional grocery holder and/or have five sets of hands. No more “Paper or plastic?” decisions to make.

I think 10 is a good stopping point. I’m sure I’ll have another 10 a week from now. But for now, it’s time to back that azz up with Whitney because it’s Friday and it’s what you do. 

Alex Clare & The Knocks

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Monday night my friends Emma and Michelle, who are also living in the Bay area, texted me about an Alex Clare concert happening at the Regency Ballroom in SF the next night, so naturally I said “duh.” I honestly don’t know how this concert wasn’t sold out already, but I’m not complaining. I was excited despite the fact that I only knew this song by this dude (I didn’t even know he was a ginge!) because it meant I had to get myself from Pleasanton to SF all by myself. I know, I know, I’m supposed to be an adult and whatever, but the truth is I’ve been living in this little bubble where public transportation is not necessary if you own a vehicle, so this is new territory for me.
Now let’s flash back to around noon on Tuesday:
I thought I heard someone say there was a lake around here, so after some Google research I got an address to the park where this lake supposedly was. I was just going to go for a long run to get there since it was about 2 and a half miles away, but Ziggy begged me to take her too, so I took her and decided it would be a walk/jog. Three miles and 80 degrees later, there was no park to be found and Zigz had already puked up all her food from earlier in the day. At this point I re-Googled the park to see if it would give me a better route and good ole Siri tells me that it’s another two miles away. So I dragged my poor dehydrated dog back home. So yay for my first time getting lost in this new town despite having a tiny computer strapped to my arm telling me exactly where to go.
I later came to find out that there is no lake. Coool. So at this point I’m feeling super confident in my navigation skillz (not) and I have to find my way in the big city. Luckily, my friends actually know what they’re doing and coached me through it. An hour later I was in SF and riding a trolly with Emma to the Regency Ballroom, which is an absolutely gorgeous venue. I would very much like to ballroom dance in there. The opening band, The Knocks, started playing exactly on time and they just made me wanna express myself through the art of dance. I’m really not a dance/house/dubstep music kinda girl, but I really enjoyed them. Then this bearded ginge came on stage and blew us all away.
Dude can sing. It was pretty amazing. It didn’t even matter that I didn’t know the songs, they were catchy and sounded great live. After the concert was over I almost got pissed on by a dude who then proceeded to stepped into his pee puddle and fall backwards on the stairs. It was kind of hilarious. We also followed our noses into a bakery where we stuffed our faces with honey buns and donuts. Seriously, this place is awesome. Here are some of my favorite songs we heard Tuesday night:
Also check out this music video, which I found by Googling Mr. Alex Clare. The girl in this video is my friend Ansley! We were in the same sorority and lots of our sisters thought we were the same person. So there you have it. My waaaay cooler, more talented counterpart. šŸ˜‰

Road Trip Part II

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After our 12 hour commute on day 3, Britni and I decided to break up the last 12 hours into two days so we could enjoy our surroundings, and that is exactly what we did. The first thing that caught our eye on the drive was a huge billboard for “Bearizona,” a drive through wildlife exhibit. So obviously we pulled in.

There were donkeys, sheep, big black bears, little cuddly baby bears and playful toddler bears, but probably the most exciting part was when the wolves attacked my car.
We kept locking the doors as if that would keep the wolves from mugging us or something. It was awesome. Oh, and in that top left picture the wolves are chomping down on some mammal’s leg with fur and all. It was disgusting and fascinating at the same time.
The next stop was the Grand Canyon.
 Isn’t she just a little supermodel?
The canyon was absolutely breathtaking. I would looove to go back one day and try the “difficult” hike. They had cartoon depictions of hikers puking and passing out to emphasize the need for water and hiking experience before trying that trail. Umm.. Challenge accepted. I could definitely see myself spending some quality time in Arizona. That place just appealed to me so much. Have I mentioned how excited I am to explore the West coast? I guess 23 years on the East coast has that effect on a gal.
The next thing we knew we were crossing the California line and singing this at the top of our lungs. We stayed in Barstow, CA that night where there was an indoor pool and hot tub (and unfortunately a creeper old guy who just sat there watching while we swam..). The next day, a short six hours later, we arrived at my new home in Pleasanton, CA where we were told by my cousin and new roommate that there was wine (Muscato!) and liquor in the fridge.
It was about 80 degrees and beautiful blue skies, and in our excitement to get there we forgot to eat anything after the continental breakfast at the hotel, so by the time we went for sushi (obviously the first meal we ate here was sushi..) and started drinking sake, we knew it was going to be an eventful night. Let’s just say I finished one of those wine bottles by myself and Rose came out in full force with unexplained scratches and bruises the next morning and everything. A perfect welcome to California. In fact, when I told my new bffs (Rose becomes bffs with everyone at bars) that I had just driven from Florida, they created a “Cali Tunnel” with their arms for me to run through. It was pretty epic.
Basically I love it here. I already have stories to share and there is so much to do here! I feel very, very lucky.

I’m Back!

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You guys, I’m not even sure where to start this. This last week has been crazy and exciting, tiring and emotional, but mostly just really really exciting.

First I just want to take a moment for the tragedies that have occurred in the past week. The Boston marathoners have been heavy on my heart, especially as a runner and someone who has several friends in Boston (one of which was running and luckily finished way before the bombs went off). Then the night my sister and I drove through Texas and just randomly decided to stay in Wichita Falls, the fertilizer plant explosion went off in West, TX — about 3 hours away from us.

When you’re fairly removed from such tragedies, it’s easy to feel like there is nothing you can do. I thought about how I should go running in honor of the victims, but since I was confined to a car for five days straight, that wasn’t really an option. So I was beside myself when I found out that there was a  Run for Boston here in California right in the town of Pleasanton where I’m staying. Even though I didn’t know anyone and my freshman-trying-to-find-a-seat-in-the-cafeteria side came out hard, it felt good to take a moment of silence with fellow runners. And to run around the town without fear. And to wear blue and yellow. And to feel like I was a part of something, even if it was only for three miles.

I will continue to keep all the victims of this week’s tragedies in my thoughts, prayers and in my heart. But I will not be afraid. Races are now and always will be in my top favorite things to do ever. In fact, I’ve already signed up for the Bay to Breakers race in San Francisco, and I am beyond excited to be a part of this tradition.

But for now, road trip recap annnnnnd go:

(This map is wrong, but you get the idea)
My wonderful sister Brandy took me out for an awesome day of movies, lunch and this adorable book that I got to read on the way. I just love that quote: “Leap and the net will appear..” Thank you, Bran. I love you. And while we’re on the subject, my other sister Britni ended up being my traveling partner-in-crime because of complications work-wise for my friend Jenn who was supposed to ride with me. So another huge thank you goes out to Britni. You are awesome.
Okay, enough with the love fest. On day 1 we drove to New Orleans, LA where we almost got run over by a trolly, stayed in a hotel that looked like it was decorated by a 70s pimp, drank hurricanes, ate THE best oysters of my life and had a mini heart attack when my car started making beeping noises and flashing symbols I had never seen before in the eight years we’ve been together. Luckily good ol’ Betty just needed some oil and she was fine. Oh and this day was the one where Ziggy decided to give off a skunk-like scent and completely stink up the entire car. So, so very gross.
Day 2 brought us to Texas where there was a tornado watch in the area where we were staying, which was a little scary. I did enjoy the horse statue riding the cow statue in the back of a pickup truck though.
We spent 12 hours of day 3 just driving, but it brought us to New Mexico and then we stayed the night in Arizona somewhere and it was beautiful. I liked driving through Arizona the best of all the landscapes. I’m a little upset I didn’t get a poncho or moccasin boots though.. When we woke up it was 20 degrees out and there were gorgeous little icicles everywhere. I probably took about 50 pictures of ice. And now that we’re half way through the road trip, I’ll leave the rest for tomorrow. I need to go outside and convince myself that this is real life and I really am living in California.
Oh, and a huge thank you to all my guest blog posters. I loved all of your posts!

Costa Rica

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Today we have another one of my super awesome IRL friends guest posting for me. Tami of Friday Morning Buzz was one of my sorority sisters in college, and she absolutely cracks me up. She’s gorgeous, she’s a news anchor and you will love her, so be sure to check out her blog. Take it away, my friend!

Hi, I’m Tami. I’m here to tell you about a travel experience I hope is absolutely, positively, completely opposite of the one MacKensie is having as we speak.

During our senior year in college, a group of my girlfriends and I wanted to do something really outside the box for our spring break. Everyone we knew was going to Key West, and we didn’t want to see the same old people we saw every night at our usual bars. So we got a group together, found a ridiculous house online and hopped on a plane to Tamarindo, Costa Rica. We managed to have the most incredible streak of bad tourist luck I’ve pretty much ever heard of, ever.

8 girls, one truck.

The first night we were in town, somebody pulled a Chuck Norris and kicked in the doors of our vacation house. They went through our stuff, ransacked the house and made off with a whole bunch of our cash/cameras/phones/electronics. Not only was this completely terrifying, but it also meant the whole time we were there, only two of us had cameras (my camera was one of the ones stolen, hence the lack pictures!).

Look at those innocent faces

About the second or third day of the trip, a group of us was napping on the beach and my friend Annie had her entire backpack stolen from right behind her head. As in, it was laying six inches away from her body and nobody even heard the guy sneak up and take it. Inside of it was all the money and credit cards she’d brought along for the trip. (thank the Lord almighty she’d left her passport back at the house)

A different night of the trip, another one of our friends decided to take a romantic moonlit stroll on the beach with a cute spring breaker she’d met on the trip. Fun, right? It was like everything our mothers ever told us not to do while in a foreign country, for a reason. She and the guy were mugged at knifepoint. They lost all their money, but thankfully were both left without a scratch.

I believe this was the night of the mugging. Geez!

That’s enough misadventures, right? Riiight. By the end of the trip and all this burglary/stealing/mugging, I was one of the only ones left with a debit card or cash. The night before we were set to fly home, an ATM machine near the bars ATE MY DEBIT CARD as I tried to take out cash. Like, it took the card in to read it and never spit it back out. Of course by this point we were all basket cases, and without the cash I was taking out we had about $20 left between all of us.

Cut to us staying up all night, waiting outside the bank for hours for it to finally open at 8 am (our flight was at 10), and trying to explain to the manager in broken Spanish what happened with my card to get it back.We ended up just making it to the airport with just enough cash to cover our exit taxes (wait… we have to pay to leave???) and somehow making it back to the States in one piece.

Remember this hairdo? The classic George Washington.

So in conclusion, Costa Rica was a blast and brought us lots of great memories. However if you’re going there, lock your doors. Lock your suitcases. Don’t go on the beach with handsome strangers at night. And buy one of those ridiculous tourist fanny-packs designed specifically to thwart off pickpockets, because you might need it.

New Zealand

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Today I bring you a beautiful woman from New Zealand (so jealous) who is also about to make a huge life change by moving to Florida for a year. Be sure to check out her blog here.

Hey Guys!!

I’m Sinead from Sinead in the Sun.
that’s me…
If you head over and visit my blog (which you totally should. just sayin) you will notice the header currently says Sinead in the Disney Sun. This is because in August, I will be leaving the comforts of my tiny country New Zealand, and will be jetting off across the world to live and work at Walt Disney World for an entire year! Crazy? Yes. Excited? HELL YES!
I freak out about my adventure all the time over there, so instead, for today I thought I would would give you a photo tour of my beautiful little country. So without further ado…
Welcome to New Zealand!
First up, this view is about a minute away from my front door. That’s right, you jealous? That mountain right there is Mount Maunganui, not only is it beside my all-time favourite beach, but I love walking around it with friends on warm Summer evenings. It’s also good for a few drunken rampages…
This is Karangaheke Gorge. A gorgeous walk, that my friends and I have made a tradition of trekking round every summer. Not only is there gorgeous scenery, but the sun shines, and there are tunnels and caves to explore! We like to freak ourselves out in these, I’m fairly sure the ghosts of miners don’t haunt them, but then again, ya never know.
This is one of my favourite places at my university campus. Yup, that’s right, they want me to concentrate on books whilst surrounded by this (and the parties of course, these get in the way…)? Somewhat of a challenge! But I succeeded (lord knows how) and I graduate in TWO WEEKS!
This is the waterfront of our busiest city Auckland. Its about 2 and a 1/2 hours away from my city, and I love adventuring up to visit. We have road tripped up for concerts, plays, parties, my Disney interview, friends, shopping, and so many other things. It’s a lot of fun!
But I have to say my most favourite thing about New Zealand (and the one of the things I’m gonna miss the most, just to get soppy on ya) is my friends! I’m pretty sure we make em the best in NZ!
I mean where else could you go to a birthday party, and end up “collecting” a broken toy kitchen from the side of the road? I’m pretty sure the birthday girl appreciated her present…
So while MacKensie is off road tripping her heart out, come visit me, introduce yourself,  and check out more of my adventures in New Zealand! I promise I will try and keep you entertained…

Sometimes even Google doesnā€™t have the answer.

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Today I have a super fun, adventurous and creative lady who just so happens to have her own Tumblr here. She has excellent taste in music and a huge heart, so go check her out!


Before I tell my story Iā€™d like to give a big thank you to the lovely and talented author of this blog, Mackensie for ever so graciously allowing me to write a post about adventure and travel while she is heading to her new home in California, woo hoo! Her blog has inspired me for months and I think sheā€™s one fun gal with beautiful ideas.


To start off Iā€™ll tell you a bit about me. My name is Anna and I currently live in Orlando, FL. I’m a recent college graduate (if recent means two years ago) and I have a deep rooted desire for adventure and a huge passion for education reform and underserved kiddos! To let you in a bit, I think I may have found it, this BIG adventure, but Iā€™m struggling a bit my friends and Iā€™d love to share why.


Here it goes. We’re about to become best friends…


Last week, in a move of desperation, I googled “how to move to a new city alone as a 20 something”. The search results didn’t exactly soothe my nerves. The only advice everyone seemed to give was “budget”. Blah, I needed something more than that.


You see, I’ve recently made the decision to uproot my life in Orlando and take myself to the trendy, hippie city of Asheville, North Carolina in order to become a teacher. As I just shared Iā€™m  an adventure seeker and have had the itch to leave my childhood state of FL since I graduated (I’m sure some of you can relate). 




So, here is my chance. Iā€™m excited but terrified. Happy but sad. Giggling then crying. My emotions go up and down all the time and I wish someone would just shout down from the heavens what the heck I should be doing with my life! Iā€™d like to think Iā€™m brave and chasing my dreams but what if I fail? 

But then it comes back to an even scarier question, what if I don’t even try?

I reached out to my best friend Emma (also one of Mackensie’s best friends) who recently moved to California for some advice about moving miles and miles away from everything you know and she simply said, ā€œdo it, just do it Annaā€. I knew she was right, deep down, I just knew it and had to stop doubting myself and my dream. So here it goes world, Mackensie and I are diving in, head first into a sea of insanely new and beautiful opportunities. Wish us well and be sure that you’re seeking to fulfill your own wild dreams. May sound silly but Iā€™m on my way to doing exactly that and I think it just may turn out to be the best adventure Iā€™ve ever had.

Morocco

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Carlos is a very talented photographer and friend of mine who recently had the wonderful opportunity to visit Morocco where he kept a journal of his experiences. He is sharing some excerpts from his journal entries and beautiful photography today. To see more of his work, visit his website here.



“As soon as we got to our dorm-style riad room, we put our things down and ventured off to the Jemaa el-Fnaa to explore our surroundings. This place is Marrakechā€™s main square and marketplace. We spent most of our free time in the medina, exploring the square and the alleys that spill into it.
The Jemaa el-Fnaa evolves as the day progresses. By day, the square is mostly fresh orange juice stalls, with snake charmers and monkey handlers littered across the landscape. The energy gravitates towards the cafes and eateries that line the Jemaa el-Fnaa, as well as the market storefronts that dominate the tight alleyways seeping out from the open square. By night, countless food stalls set up all throughout the square, filling the sky with steam and engulfing your senses with the aroma of Moroccan spices and the overbearing voices of hosts trying to coax you into their food stalls. Musicians and drum circles, storytellers and magicians, dancers and other various entertainers join the mixā€¦ successfully capturing the attention of bystanders and hustling for their keep. The Jemaa el-Fnaa paints a picture of beautiful chaos that is a complete contrast from the peaceful serenity of the riad.”


A riad is a traditional Moroccan house or palace that houses foreigners much like a hostel would. These buildings are characterized by an inner courtyard or garden as the focal point, with little to no windows facing the outside. Instead, rooms of the riad open up facing the courtyard, mirroring Islamic ideals of privacy and inner reflection. It was a truly unique experience, reluctantly opening the unmarked door of our riad, only to find an extremely beautiful and welcoming interior that none of us would have ever expected. Our particular riad was a labyrinth in itself, with winding corridors that opened up into various courtyards. Our room was relatively deep into the riad and we had to walk through two courtyards to reach our very own. The first two focused around very peaceful gardens; ours focused around a swimming pool that helped cool the air around it.

Something i wrote in the mountains.
ā€œI donā€™t need a photo to remember this day.
I can recall every little detail.
These moments last a lifetime if you let them.
Even that one euphoric moment,
When you look around and you know youā€™re with the right people,
Sharing that same surreal feeling while taking in such vast natural beauty.
Iā€™d never felt so content.
My mind clear of pollution. My wanderlust satisfied for the time being.
I donā€™t need a photo to remember this day.
But I took one anyway.ā€

Flashing Lights

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Today I have Baberham Lincoln and international poetry star Anna Claire here to share with you some of her beautiful writing. She’s known me since I was an awkward little baby with a bowl cut, braces and spent an awful lot of time on all fours pretending to be a dalmation. Take it away, lady.

The plane descended and I queued up Kanyeā€™s ā€œFlashing Lightsā€ for the last few minutes of my 12 hour flight to Dubai. The worldā€™s tallest building, the Burj Dubai, loomed in the distance, and everywhere, everywhere, were lights.
As my friend and I stood, exhausted, at the baggage claim, I was horrified to find my luggage missing. After an annoyed exchange with an airport employee, I learned that my bags were in Bangladesh.
Color me pissed. Iā€™d spent weeks shopping for the perfect ā€œAnna in the Middle Eastā€ wardrobe, and wasnā€™t prepared to look anything but fabulous for my first night on the town. I whined to my travel companion, Jen, and she tried her best to calm me. I just couldnā€™t imagine getting a cocktail at the hotel bar in anything but one of the perfect outfits Iā€™d brought.
I hate that my first feelings on such an adventure were anxiety about fashion. And Iā€™m proud to say Iā€™ve reduced my obsession with having the perfect garb for each and every situation. Iā€™ve come to realize that I lose a portion of the travel/party/day trip experience if Iā€™m too focused on looking the part.
Once, I spent a wad of cash on the perfect canoeing outfit. Canoeing, My friends rocked cut offs and bikini tops. I wore a Columbia button down and brand new sport sandals. Did I feel any more comfortable on the river? Hell, no! Rivers have snakes, and snakes are jerks.
These days, Iā€™m far more relaxed. I havenā€™t fully abandoned my love of themed dressing, but I feel far less anxiety about it all. With a cruise booked for the end of this month, Iā€™m proud to say Iā€™ve not bought one item of clothing. Instead, I plan to hit the gym and cut back on wine to feel more relaxed poolside.
You know, that first night in Dubai was perfect, even without my cache of clothes. In one photo, I strike a hilarious pose in our hotel roomā€™s bathroom, so thrilled to have finally arrived. In another, I poke my head from the elevator before the doors closed, my finger poised to choose just how high I wanted to go.

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