Eurotrip 2015: Part 2

Not only did the four of us get to celebrate our respective anniversaries in Europe, but the sixth day of our trip was also J’s birthday! Waking up a year older in Paris isn’t too bad of a deal, if you ask me. Out the door by 8:30AM (only thirty minutes behind schedule) we headed out for a quick stop at a gluten free bakery to grab a bite for our commute to Versailles. With a six-inch chocolate cake in hand — apparently K’s idea of breakfast — we were off. To get to Versailles from Paris, we had to change train lines three times; 20 minutes into the final leg, we realized we were heading the wrong direction. There was a slight delay while we waited at the next stop to change directions, and K was disappointed he’d made an error in our navigation, but we arrived in Versailles only an hour later than intended.

Exploring the gardens of Versailles.

As we approached the Chateau we were SHOCKED at the length of the line at the palace entrance. In hopes that the wait time would die down later in the day, we headed to the gardens, where you could forget just how many people were there as you go lost among the hedges. The gardens were lovely and vast, although it would have been much nicer with the fountains on. We weren’t sure if France was in a drought during our stay, but none of the fountains were ever running as we did our sight-seeing throughout the country. Maybe the French are just more environmentally conscience than Americans are? When we emerged from the gardens, we were pleased to see that the line for the chateau was much smaller. Despite the shorter wait time, we completed our tour in as little time as possible; since hadn’t been able to tour the Louvre yesterday, we were hoping to get back to Paris in time to spend a couple hours wandering the museum. At the completion of our fast-paced tour, we stopped at Angelina’s before heading back to the train station for a highly recommended hot chocolate & macaron snack. The hot chocolate was rich and thick; it was as if you had melted a block of milk chocolate and mixed it with heavy cream. It was very good, but a little went a long way. It’s a good thing K & I shared one!

Upon our return to the city, we emerged from the metro stop below the Louvre with plenty of time for an afternoon of art appreciation. We walked to the entrance gate and were disheartened to read the sign “Closed on Tuesdays.” Face. Palm. Somehow, we’d managed to mess this up again. So, we snapped some photos below the Louvre before walking to Les Marquis de Laduree for some more macarons. When we returned to the apartment we started a load of laundry and cooked ourselves a dinner of pasta, salad, & wine (I know, apparently, we didn’t get enough Italian food while we were in Cinque Terre).

Another morning in Paris, and we were determined to finally enter the Louvre — third time's the charm, right? Since we had to squeeze it in on a different day than originally intended, we’d agreed to see five great masterpieces rather than wander the museum all day. We saw the Venus. We saw the Mona Lisa. We saw the Wrath of Medusa and, next to it, Liberty Leading the People. We strolled through the ancient Egyptian art and even saw a mummy on our way out. After viewing the small collection of art from Monet and Matisse at the L’Orangerie Museum at the other end of the Tuileries Gardens, we headed to lunch at NoGlu, an entirely gluten free restaurant and arguably the best meal of our vacation! Following lunch we headed to O Chateau for a wine tasting and introduction to French wines course. As the class started in the brick cellar below the wine bar, I took out a pen and totally nerded it up by taking meticulous notes.

The Venus & The Mona Lisa.

From O Chateau we ventured to Paris’s Montmartre neighborhood, in the 18th arrondissement. Starting at the Moulin Rouge, we hopped on the Petit Train de Montmartre and headed up to Sacre Coure. It was a gorgeous church and it had an exquisite view of Paris from its hilltop vantage point. We walked to the bottom of the hill and hopped on the metro towards the Luxembourg Gardens. Along the way we took a slight detour at 2 different metro stops to see St. Germain de Pres and St Sulpice. At St Sulpice, there was a poetry vendor fair set up, so we wandered briefly before heading to the Luxembourg Gardens and then back to the apartment for our last night in Paris.

The Moulin Rouge. On the Petit Train de Montmartre. Sacre Coeur Basilica.

After doing so much walking in Paris the last few days, we were happy to sleep in our last morning in the city. Finally feeling well rested, we casually packed our bags and headed to brunch at a café down the street. At the train station, we went through customs before boarding our train to London. Another stamp in the passport! On board the train we used our remaining Euros on snacks, and I slept to pass the time. 

Welcome To London

We made it to London and then to our adorable AirBnB apartment with no setbacks; navigating to our apartment, we were all glad that we were ending our trip in an English speaking country. After unpacking and relaxing a bit, we headed to Kensington Park and Kensington Palace near-by. We then had dinner at Geale’s Seafood and ate dinner on the patio; by the end of our meal we were ready to get back to the apartment and sleep!

Our first dull day in London, we intended to hit all the major attractions. We had a casual breakfast at home (this was the first apartment fully stocked with food and drink) before getting an eager start to our day. Our first stop was Trafalgar Square and the National Gallery. On our way to lunch we stopped outside the Benjamin Franklin House to take a quick picture or two; despite being in London, it is the last standing residence of the famous American revolutionist, scientist, and politician. After stuffing ourselves with pub food and hard cider, we ventured out to Westminster Abbey. From Westminster, we walked down towards the Tames and admired Big Ben and Parliament. To take in the sights in a new way, we hopped on a river boat where we saw Shakespeare’s Globe Theater, London Bridge, Cleopatra’s Obelisk, and several other sites on our voyage to the Tower of London.

Kensington Palace. The Globe Theater. Parliament & Big Ben.

At the Tower of London we viewed the crown jewels and, in quite the juxtaposition, some medieval torture devices. And although not British cuisine, we stopped for dinner at Nando’s for Afro-Portugese chicken — apparently a favorite for London locals. With full bellies, we could see why it is so popular! We headed home early, for us at least, and arrived at the apartment by 8PM. Windows open, we spent the rest of the night relaxing to the sound and smell of our FIRST London rain.

The last day of our vacation, we woke up moderately early; it was a lot easier since we were running on Paris time, which is an hour ahead of London. We put on our best clothes and went straight to the underground… only to discover that the line that serves our current neighborhood was down for repairs for the weekend. K snagged a bus route map and navigated us to Buckingham Palace of the Trooping of the Colour/Queen’s Birthday Celebration Parade. That’s right, we were off to see the Queen! When we arrived we were surprised how cold it was — definitely colder than it was when we left our apartment. We followed the crowds of people and situated ourselves just inside the gates of the mall, luckily, behind a family that was sitting in lawn chairs. The parade started with the sound of a marching band in the distance, slowly making its way closer and closer. There were several bands followed by soldiers. Then mounted horse guards. THEN, we saw Kate Middleton and Camilla in an open carriage! AND THE QUEEN!!! Once the birthday girl went by, we left. Even though there was still more to be seen, it was our last day in London and we couldn’t spend the entire day ogling at the Royals.

Overcast and cold, with the occasional drizzling of rain (so stereo-typically London), we wandered around Borough Market. We sampled cheeses, salami, had some warm ginger apple juice, fudge, and tomato jam. I had a chicken meat pie and K had a sausage and egg breakfast. It was all very good. Just down the road, we toured the museum exhibit at Shakespeare’s Globe Theater before walking the glass floored pedestrian walkway over London Bridge. It was a quick day of site seeing, all with the intent of making it to Tea Time at The Kingsway Hall Hotel.

Borough Market & Tower Bridge.

For the record, high tea was AMAZING. We each had our own pot with the tea of our choosing —bottomless and you could change flavors at each refill! We had 4 different types of finger sandwiches, bottomless scones, and an assortment of bottomless pastries: lemon cake, macarons, fruit tart, mini éclair, and chocolate cheese cake. Arguably the best part of high tea at The Kingsway was that they also offered a gluten free pastry selection, and it did not disappoint; K was pleasantly surprised, if not shocked, that his scones were also bottomless! We all stuffed ourselves until we were uncomfortably full before heading home. High tea is a reasonable dinner, right?

A funny quirk to our high class, afternoon tea, was the rather large horde of naked bicyclists riding down the street about an hour into our meal. They were at such an angle and we were seated far enough away from the windows that we only caught glimpses of side boob and some butt, but it was pretty comical nonetheless (I later learned that this was apparently an international event and people in various cities across the globe were participating in nude cycling that day). Very full and in good spirits we headed back to our AirBnB apartment, the sun finally out! We packed and planned the best route to the airport; the underground closures made it a significantly more difficult journey to Heathrow. Sad that our vacation was coming to an end, we went to bed to prepare for an early morning.


At 5:30AM, our alarm went off. We got to the bus stop in front of our apartment just in time to see the bus we wanted drive away. Confused, we weren’t sure if it was extra late or extra early. Either way, we waited. And waited. We were all getting a little nervous when we finally saw a bus peeking out between the trees down the street. Thank goodness — today was NOT the day for the buses in the area to be down too! Only part way through our journey to the airport, we got out at a large bus transfer station and waited some more. The N9 is the only bus that goes to Heathrow from the station, but the first one that showed up didn’t go to Heathrow; apparently a third of N9 buses have an abbreviated route. So, we waited some more. Feeling a bit more anxious than we’d like, K looked up an alternative way to get to the airport, but it involved 2 more bus changes; A and I were discussing calling a cab when finally an N9 going to Heathrow showed up. Off we went!

We arrived at Heathrow without any more issues and checked-in for our flight without any problems. Unfortunately, when we went through security, A’s purse was pulled for a security violation. It seemed she and every other person who went through our particular security line had to have their bags searched and it was not a short process; our xray scanner-checker guy was very cautious. With everything worked out, we grabbed a little bit of breakfast and headed to the gate. We boarded our Virgin Airlines flight to a full bar lit up with LED lights and some very trendy flight attendants. Over the course of our very modern eight hour flight, K and I watched 3 movies and we did a lot of eating. We had curry chicken for lunch. Tea time snack. Chips. Chocolates. It was almost never ending! We landed in Detroit and breezed through customs, only to have our flight to Dallas delayed for several hours due to weather. Not exactly the welcome we had hoped for once state side, we were still happy to be home, even if it meant our Eurotrip had ended and we would all have to get back to the real world.





To read more about our trip to Europe, check out Eurotrip 2015: Part 1

Eurotrip 2015: Part 1

In the United States, the traditional first anniversary gift is paper. Rooted in the belief that certain items would bring couples good luck, K and I kept with the custom and gifted each other plane tickets to Europe; just four days after our first anniversary (and six days after The Hall's fourth) we were 32,000 feet in the air, ready for a ten day adventure to Italy, France, and England. I guess our trip to New Orleans went well enough that J & A were willing to not only travel further with us, but also longer!

The first leg of our vacation was a two day stint in Cinque Terre, Italy; getting there, though, is no easy feat. Our trans-Atlantic flight would take us from Dallas to Amsterdam where we would change planes for a flight into Pisa, and then take a two hour train ride to the small, coastal villages nestles in Italy’s rugged Riviera coastline. On board our KLM flight, I immediately took 2 motion sickness pills and half of an Ambien; I was asleep before we reached our cruising altitude.

Benvenuti a Italia

Following our layover in Amsterdam — which must be the most modern, clean airport in the world — we landed at Pisa’s Galileo Galilei Airport. Since we had not pre-purchased our train tickets to Cinque Terre (for fear our flights may be delayed and we’d miss the train), we decided to do a little sight-seeing before we headed North. Feeling pretty jet-lagged, we made our way to Piazza dei Miracoli, a square enclosed by medieval stone walls with a large grass lawn leading to the Pisa Cathedral, Baptistry, Comosanto Monument, and (of course) the Leaning Tower.

Ready to continue our journey to Cinque Terre, we had to fight our way off the bus at Pisa Centrale Train Station through a large tour group, luggage in tow. J & A disembarked. K stepped down. And then, the bus doors closed. My travel companions turned around, checking to make sure that everything and everyone has made it, only to see that I was currently still standing on the bus behind the closed door. And, off we went, the bus and I, down the street. “Dove a Stazione Pisa Centrale,” I ask more people than were necessary as I tried to navigate the city streets back to the train station. When I returned, I wandered around the train station, inside and out, before it occurred to me that K, J, & A had probably chased after the bus in a panic. As I started to power up my phone, ready to bite the bullet and make an international call to one (or all) of them, I saw them walking down the street with their rolling luggage. As I waved them down, a clear sigh of relief seemed to flow through all three. Tired and hungry, we are more than ready when the train started to pull away from the station.

We emerged from our train in Riomaggiore to a cliff side, ocean view. A short walk, and a lot of stairs later, we found ourselves on the fifth floor balcony of our AirBnB apartment, watching the sun start to set over the water. By the time the moon light was pouring onto the balcony, we had full bellies and empty wine glasses.

The view of Riomaggiore from our apartment balcony.

As soon as the sun came up the following day, the sound of squawking seagulls floated through the open bedroom windows. Not long after, a jackhammer on the street below solidified that fact that we were done sleeping. We made our way to the patio of a café on the main drag and then headed off to explore the other villages of Cinque Terre. The original plan for our stay on the Italian coast was to explore the five villages with alternating train rides and hiking paths; unfortunately, only the foot trail from Monterosso to Vernazza (known to be the most grueling hike between them all) was open. But, we didn’t let that stop us! We took the train from Riomaggiore to Monterosso, where we were greeted by colorful beach umbrellas and a long, white sand beach with crystal blue water. We walked to “The Gigante” before finding a spot to settle on the VERY HOT sand. The water was cold, but refreshing; the magical clear water was a nice change from the humidity and unforgiving Italian sun.

Once we had our fill of the sand and the surf, we walked down the main road, stopping for our FIRST gelato of the trip before heading to the hiking trail at the South end of the town. The hike was very scenic; curving in and out, lending alternating views of the ocean and the green cliff sides covered in vineyards and lemon trees. We quickly learned why this is considered the most arduous hike between the Cinque Terre: So. Many. Stairs. Felt like ten trillion! By the time we could see Vernazza peeking out from behind the second mountain below us, our bodies were salty and exhausted. J and I could not resist wading into the marina to cool down; K and A weren’t having it, though. As hungry as we were, we were really pretty disappointed to learn that the restaurants in Vernazza would not open for dinner for another 3 hours; so, on to the next village! Well, almost. Once we were reminded that Corniglia sits at the top of a 400 step staircase, we decide to skip it; we‘d had our fill of stairs. Can you believe we were sad only one section of hiking trail was open when the day started? Once to Manarola, we sat our sweaty bodies on the patio and feasted on chicken, pesto gnocchi, and seafood stew at Il Poricciolo. With happy bellies, we walked to the water front where J went for another swim, while the rest of us dipped our toes in the chilly water. As the sun set, we rode the train back to Riomaggiore where we each took a much needed shower before sipping wine on the patio until midnight, chatting and laughing.

View of the Ligurian Sea from the blue hiking trail. Sign to Vernazza. Vernazza Marina.

The next morning we awoke to the first alarm of our vacation with the intent of getting breakfast before our 10AM checkout. La Grotta had become our local favorite breakfast place; aside from the good food and friendly service, they also had free WiFi. After checking our baggage at the train station, we made our way up to Pie al Ama for some coffee and shade before exploring Riomaggiore — our current home away from home. With tired feet from yesterday’s hike, we were slow moving, but we still managed to explore the marina, the Castello, and the Church of San Giovanni Battista before heading to Milan for our overnight train to Paris.

We arrived in Milan after taking a much needed nap on the train. With three hours to kill before our departure, we headed out to see the gothic architecture of the Duomo. We stepped into the piazza as the sun was setting, illuminating the Duomo in vibrant orange and yellow hues. In order to make the most of our “layover,” we wandered the streets of Milan, taking in the sites on our way back to the station. When we finally boarded our overnight train we were dismayed at how hot it was; apparently the AC has been broken since the train departed Venice and it was a million-billion degrees. Before we left the station, we heard the faint but familiar hum of the AC unit turn on. Unfortunately, it barely helped and we had to leave the window open during our commute. Hot, loud (and occasionally wet as the sporadic rain came in through our open window), the overnight train was miserable for everyone except K. The bunk beds were hard, the blankets short — even for me, and we were jolted from our sleep quite abruptly at the border crossing by French police knocking on our door to check our passports and search our compartment with flashlights. Back to sleep, although not a very restful one.

Bienvenue a France

We groggily regained consciousness in the morning with the return of our passports by the train staff and news that we would be arriving in Paris in about an hour. We got dressed, brushed our teeth, and tore down our beds only to have a 45 min delay; so, we napped. The Gare de Lyon train station was SO BUSY, and the French signs/arrows to guide the crowds to where they want to go were really confusing (we still did not have the system figured out when we left five days later). Still two hours before we could check in to our AirBnB apartment, we decided to check our bags at the station and do a little exploring near by. With K as our navigator, we headed down the banks of the Seine River towards Notre Dame. It turns out Paris is HUGE and the distances on the map we had were misleading; what we thought would be a short walk, turned into tired feet. By the time we made it to Notre Dame, we were feeling pretty hungry and it was finally time to try the little bit of French we had learned on the train. With coffee and croissants in hand, we sat ourselves on a bench overlooking Notre Dame and the Seine. We spent the remainder of our down time visiting the Archeological Crypts, St. Chappel, and Pont Neuf before heading to our apartment to check in. After we each took a much needed shower, we headed to dinner at Le Petit Louis around the corner. Unfortunately, it was 5PM and they don’t serve dinner until 7PM. So, back to the apartment for another 2 hours! When we returned, we were so grateful to the waitress who took the time to translate the menu for us, and we gorged ourselves on amazing French food & wine before heading home. Exhausted from the overnight train and miles of walking we were all ready for a good night’s rest.

The Arc du Triomph & the Eiffel Tower.

Still tired from the day before, we didn’t walk out the door until 11AM. Our first full day in Paris was off to a slow start. Nonetheless, we were eager for the walking tour A and I had planned over the last few months — first stop, the Arc du Triomph! The arc itself is incredibly ornate, and below it is the eternal flame which has burned since the end of WWI. Inside, we took the dizzying spiral staircase up to the top for a breathtaking, 360 degree view of the city. Next, we headed towards the iconic Eiffel Tower and then to the Muse del’ Armee. Enroute, we stopped for pictures at Paris’s oldest military school (where Napoleon himself graduated) and at a grocery store for lunch supplies. Outside the Muse, we snagged a bench shaded by trees to feast before heading to view Napoleon’s tomb, the Churchill/de Gualle WWII exhibit, and the hall of French weaponry. Continuing on our journey, we crossed the stunning and lavish Pont Alexander III to the North side of the Seine River where we passed the Grande and Pettis Palais on our way to Champs Elysses.

Our final destination of the day was the Louvre. To get there, we crossed Paris's most dangerous pedestrian intersection and snapped photos at La Concorde, a large circle with an obelisk and mirror image fountains that mark the spot of the infamous guillotine. By the time we walked through the Jardin Tullerie, it was 5:30PM and 15 minute until the museum closed; it seemed our late start finally caught up with us. We snapped photos outside of the Louvre before returning home for a night in to prepare for our excursion to Versailles in the morning, officially half way through our vacation!





To read more about our trip to Europe, check out Eurotrip 2015: Part 2

When You Think of Me, I am in Paradise

It's been just over six weeks since K and I celebrated our one year wedding anniversary, and as we come up on the end of July, we are at the one year mark for our honeymoon trip to Grand Cayman Island. It is bittersweet to look back at our escape to paradise, especially since a year ago the life of an electrical engineer and dental student didn't leave much time for vacation. As the current chapter of our life together comes to an end (I am now officially Dr. Vera DDS, the official “honeymoon” period of marriage is over, K is now a full-time Texas Instruments employee, and this past weekend we moved out of the apartment that has been our home for the last three years), it is a perfect time to reminisce about our one week jaunt to the Caribbean.

Day 1: Wednesday July 23^rd
We arrived at DFW airport mid-morning, and the entire process of checking in and traveling to Grand Cayman Island was by far the least stressful travel experience I have ever had. We checked our luggage at the smallest ticket counter either of us had ever seen: only 2 computers, 2 Grand Cayman Airline workers, and 0 people in line. We went through security and took a shuttle bus across the tarmac and boarded the plane without delay. The flight was smooth. The flight attendants friendly, and four hours later we landed on the only runway at Owen Roberts International Airport, which required us to do a U-turn in order to taxi to a gate and disembark. Like I said, it was the least stressful travel experience I have ever had.

Our hotel, The Grand Cayman Beach Suites, was located on the famous Seven Mile Beach. Our suite included a separate bedroom, kitchenette, giant Jacuzzi tub, and a living room with a patio overlooking the hotel pool, bar, and beach shoreline. Not wanting to waste a second of the experiences the island had to offer, K and I quickly unpacked and then found ourselves walking along the beach to eat dinner at the Beach House at the Westin Hotel. The Caribbean Ocean was aquamarine and the sound and smell of the salty water blew in with the breeze. We ate dinner on a beautiful porch lit with tiki torches and watched the sunset over the ocean. After an absolutely delicious dinner and desert, we walked back along the Seven Mile Beach in the dark, the stars twinkling in the sky and the water lapping at our toes.

Day 2: Thursday July 24^th
The first morning of our honeymoon was a lazy one. When we finally mustered the energy to get out of bed, we headed to George Town for brunch at Bread & Chocolate (a recommendation from my third year dental school faculty leader). The food was fantastic, and with full bellies, we walked to Eden Rock Drive Shop and rented snorkel gear, eager to try out our newest purchase-- a waterproof digital camera that was chosen specifically for this trip; it worked PERFECTLY.

With blistered toes from the flippers and tired muscles from a long session of snorkeling, we explored George Town on foot. We walked past the steam powered clock erected in honor of King James. We went into almost every gift shop in an attempt to get out of the sun and humidity; AC was a blessing every time we stepped through a door. We got mistaken for cruise ship passengers and were given free popsicles-- not that we were complaining because by then we were incredibly hot and sweaty. Eventually we found a bench to sit on in the shade outside of Margarrittaville, and listened to the sounds of Jimmy Buffett float through the Caribbean air. After mojitos and dinner at Breezes by the Bay, we returned at the hotel and turned in early, after a much needed shower, of course.

Day 3: Friday July 25^th
Friday morning we both awoke feeling much better than the night before. It turned out that a day in the sun had left me sunburned and K dehydrated. Thankfully, by morning the redness had faded from my skin and K was back to feeling like himself; this was all key to what was by far the most exciting day of the honeymoon for me-- today was dolphin day! Part of the reason we ended up picking Grand Cayman as our honeymoon destination was due to the fact it is one of the places you can swim with dolphins. It was kind of a big deal! Unfortunately, the day did not get off to a great start; as we attempted to check in for our reservation, we discovered that our taxi driver had dropped us off at the WRONG dolphin place. All in all, it ended up totally fine. We took a bus to the proper location where the staff put as at ease with their laid back demeanor, despite our late arrival.
K likes to say that dolphins are my spirit animal. Several years ago I was not able to contain myself while feeding the dolphins at Sea World and gave all my fish away very quickly; I did not want a repeat of that, and I was actually nervous before all of my own interactions with our groups' dolphin, Galileo. I was also very excited, I mean, we got to pet the dolphin's back and belly. We got to kiss the dolphin. We got to ride belly-to-belly with him, and watch him do jumps and touch our hands with his nose. He danced with us. He pushed us while we rode a boogey board. It was all really freaking awesome. When we finished, we headed across the street to the Cayman Turtle Farm where we got to wade in with the small, younger turtles. It was quite the interactive day. We headed back to the hotel for a late lunch at the hotel's beach bar, followed by a quick dip in the ocean and hotel pool. We had dinner at Cimboco (another lovely recommendation from Dr. McWatters), and we ended our night with drinks at the hotel bar.

Day 4: Saturday July 26^th
This was the first time we had to wake up early during our honeymoon; we even had to set an alarm! We were picked up early at our hotel and taken to the local docks. We were then taken out to the Stingray City sandbar known for it's waist high water where the stingrays wait for tourists to feed them by hand.

Historically, this behavior was developed by fishermen of the past who would clean their fish in the calm, shallow water and discard chum over board. Eventually, the stingrays would associate the sounds of a boat with a free meal and the practice would become a tradition for tourists, like us. Once in the water, the giant creatures glided around us, bumping into you and and waving their fins in what seemed like an attempt to climb up your back, side, or chest. Apparently this is how they make friends. K and I kissed a stingray together; supposedly it would bring us seven years good luck. Back on the boat, we had two more stops for snorkeling, but since my eyes were tired from back-to-back days of wearing contacts, I opted to skip out on the snorkeling and chose to simply swim and float around in the warm waters while K took the water proof camera out for a spin.

After our early morning excursion, we returned to the hotel for lunch at Britannia, the golf course restaurant at the hotel. We sat on the patio and watched storm clouds brewing in the distance, bringing previously unseen cloud coverage and a noticeable decline in temperatures. After the brief summer shower passed, we took another dip in the ocean before dinner.

Day 5: Sunday July 27^th
Before picking up our rental car, we grabbed a quick breakfast at Coconut Joe's, enjoying the view of iguanas climbing in the trees above us. Now, as part of the British common wealth, the Cayman Islands are a left-side of the road country full of round-a-bouts. I'd had second thoughts about our original plan to rent a car earlier in the week, but K was confident he could handle it. The first stop on our island road trip was to the Mastic Trail in Bodden Town where we had a short hike through the native mangrove swamp and woodlands in the center of the island. Hot and sweaty, our journey continued with a stop at the Southern part of the island to see the Blow Holes before heading East. At the eastern most part of Grand Cayman, we climbed to the East End Lighthouse and peered out at the Wreck of the Ten Sales in the distance. We returned to Bodden town and grabbed a much needed bite to eat at The Lighthouse before stopping at Pedro St. James Castle. Hot, sweaty, and tired, we returned to the hotel for a night in.

Day 6: Monday July 28^th
Finally, a lazy day. We lounged about our room recovering from days in the sun. We had drinks on our patio, watching the sun dance across the sky and children splashing in the pool. We had a couple's massage, K's first massage, and he did not like it. I have become a fan of massages over the last few years and this one was one of the most enjoyable-- the sounds and smells of the ocean as relaxing as the massage itself. That night, we had dinner at Hemmingway's where the sound of island jazz played in the background and the sun set on the distant horizon.


Day 7: Tuesday July 29^th

Our last day in paradise, we wanted to soak up every ray of light, feel every grain of sand, and splash in every wave we could. We had breakfast at Eat's Cafe and spent the day alternating between the coral sands of the Seven Mile Beach and the chlorine of the hotel pool; snacking, sipping, laughing.

As the day passed to evening, we prepared ourselves for our reservation at Rum Point. With the ocean breeze pushing our sail, we took a Catamaran to the Northern shore at Rum Point for our last supper. We feasted and drank. We walked along the lamp lit dock back to the Catamaran before heading back to the Western half of the island under the stars. Our last night in paradise, tomorrow, we would return to Dallas and begin the rest of our life together.

Winter Wonderland

As the snow turns to rain and the trees start to bloom, no one can deny the fact that Spring will officially start tomorrow, and not a moment too soon. Winter felt like it lasted for almost an eternity this year. We had a lot of cold days. We had a lot of gray days. We had a lot of snow days. Winter is not my season, and some of us would rather just hibernate through it.

It wasn't all bad though. On a surprisingly warm December night, K and I found ourselves at Holiday Gala, aka Dental Prom, for the last time. There was dancing. There was laughter. There was fun. Not too long after that, we found ourselves at a tacky sweater party; eating, drinking, exchanging gifts, and being merry. Holiday parties are amazing, and going out for a night on the town doesn't happen that often for us. Not because marriage has made us a boring, old couple (honestly, we've always been one of those), but simply because we enjoy each other's company no matter where we are-- even if that's at home. Of course, getting dressed up and enjoying a night among friends doesn't hurt!

Since we decided to spend the holidays with my parents this year (we did spend the last two in California, after all), K's parents came to visit for an early Texas Christmas at the end of the semester. It was nice that it also coincided with K's graduation following the defense of his Master's Thesis. It seems there's always something worth celebrating. This was the third trip to Dallas for our in-laws since K and I moved in together 3 year ago, but it was the first time my new sister got to make the journey to the Lone Star State. In classic Texas winter fashion, the weather was dreary and wet, but that didn't stop the LaRosa clan from enjoying a getaway to Austin, walks through Deep Ellum, a trolley ride through Uptown, and a stop at the Bush Library. It was a short trip, but it was sweet nonetheless.


New Year's Eve was wet. And cold. And while an early bed time and a pair of sweat pants sounded oh-so-sweet, K and I got our butts up and out of the apartment to ring in the new year with others. As the clock struck midnight, we watched the fireworks at Victory Park from the rooftop. Sparklers in hand, we kissed in the rain, ready to tackle another year.

Before we new it, K was starting full time at Texas Instruments and I was back at school. Being a real adult has meant that K often leaves before me in the mornings. He also works late, but he is so much happier working than he ever was doing research. I'm sure the pay check doesn't hurt making those long days more bearable. For me though, this last semester of dental school has been a bit of a nightmare. It is a sprint to the finish line, and it is absolutely exhausting. I did manage to study for, and pass, part two of the National Board exam in January. I also managed to find patients, and pass, mock WREB in February. But, with only 7 weeks and 1 day left in the last semester of dental school, I find myself losing sleep over all the little things that still need to be done. Sometimes, I don't feel like there's simply enough time to do everything. I know I'm not the only one who feels that way, though; dental students aren't the only people working hard out there!

As March snuck in, the northern polar vortex made it's way down to Dallas not once, not twice... but FOUR times in a two week period, giving us some much deserved days off of school. At times it was like a blizzard out there! As lovely as the winter wonderland is from the window, there is nothing that Rosalind and I care for less. Even when we're looking cute in our winter scarves, all that ice and snow is cold. It's wet. And it's just plain dangerous!

My mom can personally attest to the dangers of ice and snow-- while sledding down a hill she managed to break her right thumb. Unfortunately, she doesn't have the treacherous winter weather to blame for her most recent injury; two weeks to the day, long after everything had melted, she fell and broke her left patella on the side walk. She's currently at home recovering from surgery, but knowing her, the next 4-6 weeks off from work (doctor's orders) are going to give her [Spring] Cabin Fever!