Beijing – January 2016

Back in January, I accompanied my mom (a flight attendant for United) on a trip to Beijing, China. Thankfully, I spent the 13-hour flight in First Class, where I was pampered every which way to Sunday by the other flight attendants and my mom. Your seat folds into a bed, there is a multi-course dinner (to include an ice cream sundae), plenty of in-flight movies and even midnight snacks. First is the way to go, people. (But only if it’s Space A or INSANELY discounted; I don’t even want to know the price tag of a First Class ticket to China.)

The crew stays at a hotel about 45 minutes from the airport, and upon the arrival of the bus, we were all greeted by a small army of Chinese ‘businessmen and women,’ who were ready to take reservations for sightseeing excursions, hair and nail appointments, etc. It was quite the show.

After settling into our room, we joined another crew member for the hotel’s ‘members-only’ complimentary dinner buffet and drinks. Mom had made a hair appointment for that evening at a salon near the hotel, and I joined for a mani/pedi, during which I fell asleep! (I hadn’t slept much on the plane, despite my comfy seat-bed!) We stumbled back to the room in an over-tired stupor and went to bed.

And then I woke up at 5 am (5 pm US time the night before) and texted with Andrew for a bit.

The next day we hired a car to take us to the Great Wall, which is about an hour outside the city. Unfortunately, I wasn’t visiting in the most beautiful of seasons (or weather–it was freezing!) but the view was still stunning. I feel like I barely saw any of the wall itself, and there is just no way to truly appreciate its size. I was surprised by how NOT LEVEL the wall is; I had anticipated steps to get UP to the wall and then a relatively even, bridge-like span for the length of it. Oh no. It’s up and down, up and down all over the place. Some sets of stairs are almost vertical! Apparently there is a marathon on the Great Wall. No thank-you.

On the way back from the Great Wall, we checked out a Cloisonné shop and picked up some small ornaments as souvenirs. We also drove by the Olympic Village (2008 Summer Games).

We had one authentic Chinese meal (mom always brings her own food to eat in her room, so this was out of the ordinary for her–it sounds crazy to bring food across the globe, but don’t you pack a lunch when you go to work, too?). I ordered cashew chicken and a Coke at the Brown Door, which is a crew favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant across the street from the Pearl Market.

The Pearl Market, which does sell pearls but not exclusively, is chock-full of just about every knock-off item (as well as authentic) you can imagine. It’s kind of like an indoor flea market filled with vendors selling everything from (really good) fake purses, shoes and electronic to real furs and Chinese trinkets. I had a great time picking out (real) pearls for myself and as gifts, as well as some other souvenirs to bring back.

Mom and I also attended a Chinese acrobatic show, which was incredible. The venue was small and seemed to cater to tourists, but the theatrics and performers were absolutely incredible. Check out the KID below doing a one-handed hand-stand atop all those chairs!

We spent the morning of our final day at the gym and doing some last-minute shopping and take-out Thai grabbing (for the ride home) before heading to the airport.

Perhaps the most exciting part of my trip was the way home, or my ‘almost NOT coming home’ as it almost way. SUPER LONG STORY short: In China, Space Available travelers don’t go to the gate to wait; instead they stay at the ticket counter to receive their boarding passes. We knew the flight was going to be pretty full, but still figured I’d get on. I waited and waited, the ticket counter closed, I started to panic… (tears may have been welling up in my eyes) and all of a sudden I got a text from an unfamiliar number saying there was a ticket waiting for me at another counter. Praise God! However, I had only 30 minutes to get the ticket, race through border control AND security (where I had to flag down some employees and beg them to rush me through) and literally RUN through the terminal to get to the plane. Let’s just say God orchestrated some minor miracles to get me on that plane, especially since that was the exact day that Washington, D.C. got hit with a snowstorm and all the flights after ours from Beijing were delayed for days. I tell you what–I’m super blessed to be able to travel like this on my mom’s passes, but the uncertainty of it all stresses me out. I don’t think I recovered from that adventure through the Beijing airport until we landed at Dulles…24 hours later. (Technically we spent 12 in the air, but the time change basically has you departing China and arriving on the East coast at the same time–crazy!)

Tour de France

Note: This post is WAY overdue.

So, Andrew and I went to France for a month last year. (I actually uploaded all these photos last year after we got back, and then we threw ourselves into so much summer projecting and landscaping that I never got around to actually writing the post. Blog fail if there ever was one.)

We left from Toronto International Airport about a week after I graduated from Buffalo State with my Nutrition and Dietetics degree.

We stayed for a few days in Paris after we arrived, and this was the view out our window:

Andrew is quite the photographer (for real) and I made sure to get some shots with him in action. While in the city, we did lots of sightseeing, including a trip to the Louvre, a chateau where we got to walk the grounds, see it lit up with hundreds of candles at night and a fireworks show, as well as all the other ‘Parisian’ things, like lunches at a sidewalk cafe and many, many museums. One of our favorite things to do is buy ingredients for a picnic lunch and sit down somewhere surrounded by locals. Here we are, behind the giant Sacre Coeur church (Basilica of the Sacred Heart), lunching on cherries, a baguette and a roasted chicken. Gelato is and ESSENTIAL part of an European vacation. On a daily basis. The Centre Pompidou, which is a modern art museum and one of my favorites. Sadly, not all the collections were open at the time of our visit…guess we’ll just have to go back! The Eiffel Tower at night. Truly one of the most amazing sights you could ever see. Macarons from Gerard Mulot in Paris. I don’t care whether they’re from Mulot or Laduree–they’re delicious. After leaving Paris, we took a train to Rouen where we rented our car. This was our first trip not relying solely on public transport and we loved it. (At least I did.) Andrew did an excellent job getting the gist of European cars and traffic signs, and I did my best to navigate. Thankfully, Andrew loaded our GPS with our entire itinerary before we left, so all we had to do was select each destination. I cannot even tell you how much that helped. Not only did it save time, it may have saved our ~~marriage~~ vacation–can you imagine us fighting over not finding a destination in the GPS every time we went somewhere??

Rouen is where Joan of Arc was burned at the stake. Rouen is in the north of France, in Normandy. Our trip basically took us counter-clockwise around France, started in the north and moving west, then south-central, then southeast and back north again.

From Rouen, we drove to Honfleur. The village surrounds a little basin on three sides and we had beautiful weather for walking and dining. Honfleur is home to Saint Catherine’s Church, which is the largest church made of wood in France. Next, we headed to Bayeux, home home of the Bayeux Tapestry, which is a VERY long tapestry, embroidered by nuns, that shows the events leading up to the Norman conquest of England. Very famous. When we travel, we often stay in small bed & breadfast-type places, or hostels, as opposed to what we would call a ‘hotel’ here in the states. Check out our bed! While in Normandy (where we had very good weather, BTW), we stopped at the D-Day Beaches and American Cemetery and other sights. Breathtaking. Emotional. Moving. I’m not usually one of those read-everything-in-sight at museums, but this one was different. I could have stayed all day. Their written descriptions, minute-by-minute timeline, displays and footage are incredible.

While in Normandy, we also saw Mont St. Michel, and I can’t believe I don’t have a photo in here of that! It’s basically a fortified island famous for the tides that used to prevent access during certain times of the day. Read more about it here.

After Normandy, we headed south to the Loire Valley, we splurged and stayed at the Chateau de Pray. Their Michelin-starred restaurant was perhaps the best meal of our lives. It was so nice Andrew didn’t even bring his camera, so (sadly) there are no photos, but it was the most memorable dining experience of our lives. Think little bits and bites of barely-recognizable foods that tasted so unique and delicious you could identify everything in it, but was unlike anything you’d ever had. And that was just the pre-appetizer ‘amuse bouche.’ Four hours from start to finish. The servers do everything but feed you; I don’t think we poured our own wine or even had to LOOK like we needed something before our waiter was at our service.

Here’s a garden at Chateau Villandry: From the Loire we went to the Dordogne River Valley, which is known for its scenic topography, prehistoric caves and foie gras. We stayed at La Roque Gageac, which made us fall in love with France all over again. One of the highlights of the Dordogne is visiting the market at Sarlat. Our hotel in La Roque Gageac overlooked the river and we dined multiple times with this view: In addition to canoeing along the river one afternoon, we also visited a foie gras ‘farm.’ We were able to watch one of the feedings (definitely an experience–no ducks were harmed in the process) and bought some tins of foie gras to take home.

We climbed high in the mountains (in our car) and then climbed more on foot to reach Peyrepertuse, a Cathar castle in the Pyrenees. We were SO HIGH. And people were letting their children run wild all over the place. Andrew and I joked that if this site were here in America, there would be guard rails all over the place, someone would die every year and there would be a lawsuit.

From there we headed south to have a ‘vacation from our vacation’ in Collioure, which is close to Spain. Swimming in the Mediterranean is phenomenal (you can see right down to the bottom!) but beaching it while traveling is always problematic–how do you get a towel? What about sunscreen? Will anyone steal your stuff while you’re in the water? We managed, although the rocks on my feet were particularly uncomfortable. And we did have the most excellent paella bought at the market minutes before it shut down for the afternoon. We swung into Avignon, where we saw Pont St Benezet, a famous medieval bridge. We spent a few days in Provence, where we fell in love with our b &b (L’Ecole Buissonniere) and dined at La Bastide Bleue. Leaving Seguret, we stopped at a little cafe in Faucon to have lunch: Our next stop was Beaune (pronounced like ‘bone’), in the Burgundy region, where we enjoyed sightseeing and lots of wine, including buying some to bring home with us. Annecy is in the French Alps and is located at the northern end of Lake Annecy. We rented bikes and took a boat tour around the lake. It seemed like the kind of place you’d want to rent a house for a week for a vacation. The French Alps were one of my favorite stops on the trip. Chamonix, the little village below the Alps and a home base for climbers, was both quaint and a bit metropolitan. It’s located where France, Switzerland and Italy meet; in fact, we drove through Switzerland to get there from Annecy. You could buy top-of-the-line climbing gear and outdoor apparel, yet find a hold-in-the-wall bistro for a bite and some beer with locals.

On our first day, we took the cable car up half-way up and then hiked from there to the glacier.

Glaciers really look blue and we were able to walk around inside. Crazy! The next day, we got up SUPER early and were blessed with good weather (if it’s cloudy, it’s not even worth going up) and went all the way to the top of the Aiguille du Midi observational deck. Other than in an airplane, this was the first time I’ve been above the clouds and it was absolutely breathtaking. Perhaps the most amazing travel experience of my life so far. I couldn’t believe how high up we were, the thinness of the air–we were truly up above it all at the tops of mountains. In fact, Aiguille du Midi is the starting point for climbers who ascend Mont Blanc, which is the highest peak in Europe. From Aiguille du Midi, we hopped on another cable car and rode over glaciers to… …Helbronner station in ITALY. Unfortunately, Helbronner was experiencing white-out conditions, so no great views from here. So we grabbed a cappuccino. In Italy.

After taking the cable car back to Aiguille and then riding the other cable car halfway down, we decided to grab lunch at one (of the few!) mountainside hostels.

These hostels are mostly designed for hard-core climbers who have to get up to the mountain at wee hours, and are minimally (but surprisingly well) equipped. I remember eating a giant salad topped with olives and cheese and melon and salmon, and then had a piece of homemade blueberry pie. And wine. We stayed in Eguisheim in the Alsace region, which is also known for its wine. Also for the storks that make nests atop their highest peaks. Check out the postcard-worthy photo below…Goggle ‘Eguisheim’ and you’ll see many like it. Our hotel room windows are the ones in the upper left corner with the blue windows. Colmar, which is also in Alsace and super quaint: Kaysersburg, another super quaint village in Alsace: Our last true stop was Strasbourg, which is on the eastern edge of France on the border with Germany. It is most famous for the gothic cathedral that houses the astronomical clock. We returned our car in Strasbourg, checked our giant bags for our flight home and took a train to Paris. I dined on thai food, Orangina soda (not super sweet) and a container of apple/chestnut sauce. Outside of Paris, we stayed in our first (in like four or five trips!) actual ‘hotel’ in Europe. Ibis is a chain of discount hotels (similar to a Super 8 here) and we were astounded at the austere amenities, but all we really needed was a bed, a bathroom and the included breakfast was nice. The next morning, as we arrived at the airport and approached the exact same Cafe Paul at which we grabbed coffee and sweets upon arriving a month earlier, I was incredibly emotional. We’d just spent an enormously long amount of time together, on vacation, somewhere we truly love. I’m almost embarrassed to say I shed tears, but I did. The thought of leaving all of this behind made me so sad, but I take comfort in knowing this wasn’t my last visit to our beloved France.

Adirondacks

Andrew and I spent last weekend in Old Forge, NY, with some friends of ours. Paola is a classmate of mine at Buffalo State in the Dietetics program, and she and Mark got married this past fall. Mark grew up going to his family’s place, called ‘The Hut,’ in the Adirondacks. Old Forge is about four hours from Buffalo and a destination in both the summer and winter months. The Hut is on a lake, with a beautiful view from the living room. It’s a cozy, homey-type place–a few bedrooms and bathrooms, a kitchen and living room and fireplace. It’s decorated with very traditional ‘cabin’ decor–bears, ducks, pine trees, wood accents.

We started our trip with lunch at Betty’s, in downtown Buffalo. So good. Can’t wait to meet them there again soon!

We drove up on a Friday afternoon and got in just before dinner. After unpacking and sitting for a bit, we went out for a nice dinner at one of their local favorite restaurants, where we enjoyed great service and great wine. I had a truly fantastic dish, the ‘Brazilian Pork,’ which combined juicy pork medallions with a mix of black beans, onions, peppers and green chilies with sweet potato fries. Very memorable.

The next morning, our only ‘activity’ was to go snow shoeing later on, so we hung around until about lunch time. So nice to just relax in our jammies!

We ate brunch at a local diner, where Paola and I both ordered the buckwheat pancakes with blueberries and pecans. Also very good.

Here we are, snow shoeing at a local golf course in about four feet of snow–SO MUCH harder than the snow we’re used to around here. Talk about a work out! All four of us were glad to be finished as we neared the parking lot.

We spent the rest of the afternoon either napping (the boys) or relaxing on the couch (the girls), channel surfing, reading and writing. And snacking. I wrote a blog about National Nutrition Month to be posted on the Buffalo News (more about that later), and Paola and I caught the end of a sappy rom-com once we relinquished control of the remote from Mark, who’d much rather watch golf.

We went out that night to another favorite spot for dinner, where a bunch of us shared some lobster mac and cheese as an appetizer. I ordered the chili burger–why I don’t know–and ended up eating it with a fork. The ceiling of the restaurant was covered with thousands of business cards, but we weren’t able to finds Mark’s dad’s, which he put up there years ago.

Throughout the weekend, snow mobiliers where EVERYWHERE. It was so neat to see them whizzing across the lake, both day and night, and all the machines parked out in front of stores and bars and such. I loved that even ‘nicer’ restaurants are very casual, especially this time of year, when pretty much the only appropriate footwear is snow boots.

We turned in early that night–must have been wiped out from the snow shoeing–and slept in the next morning. With the time change as well, we weren’t all out of bed until well after 10 a.m. After relaxing a bit, running the laundry and cleaning up, we stopped at another local diner on the way out of town for lunch. My Rueben sandwich was fantastic, and Paola and I got some bread pudding to-go for the ride home.

We had a great weekend and were so thrilled to spend time with our friends in such a beautiful place. Sometimes you really have to ‘get away from it all’ and just relax. Between Andrew’s summer trips to Lake Tippecanoe in Indiana and this year-round getaway in the Adirondacks, it makes me want to have something like that for our kids one day. Somewhere not too far away to call our own, to make memories, and to get away from it all.

One day.