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Elderflower

From cocktails to royal cake, Elderflower is all the flavor rage these days. The creamy, white-colored blossom of the Elder plant, a tree like shrub of the Sambucus genus, is found in abundance during the summer months in many parts of the Northern Hemisphere. Medicinally, it is rich in bioflavonoids and is known for its anti-septic and anti-inflammatory properties. But its more widespread use, is less as an herbal supplement and more as a sweetened, food/drink additive. Known for the delicate floral flavor that it brings to the pallet; it is commonly used in many British drinks and desserts (ahem…Harry and Meghan, the Duke and Duchess of Sussex’s wedding cake). And it is making its way around the world, especially here in The States.

Elderflower is said to pair well with lemon flavors as well as with certain liquors.

The most common Elderflower cocktail ingredient you will find is St.Germain. St.Germain is an Elderflower liqueur and it’s popping up in many a cocktail recipe these days. It is most often paired with champagne; but as a traditionally British ingredient, I’ve also seen it paired with Pimms. A more recent pairing trend that has me excited, however, is complementing the floral notes of the Elderflower with the earthy notes of the juniper berries that are noted in Gin, (my favorite of course!) Some lovely recipes that I’ve come across recently, combine St.Germain with vodka and lemonade, Prosecco, Pimms and fruit and as a simple additive to the classic Gin and Tonic.

Other Elderflower products you’ll find are Elderflower syrup – a simple syrup infused with the flower, to add the flavor but not alcohol – a great alternative for non-or-light-drinkers (also cheaper than alcohol). And some companies have recently released some Elderflower flavored tonics and sodas which are lovely. Fever Tree is one such company. If you’re not a tonic drinker, Trader Joes has a seasonal elderflower-lemon soda that is light and mildly sweet and lovely when paired with vodka or gin.

Today I made an Elderflower-Gin spritzer. It was cool and light and perfect for these hot July days.

The gin I used came from Watershed Distillery. I discovered Watershed Distillery in Columbus, Ohio during my last road trip. When I heard they made a gin that was getting quite a bit of notoriety, I knew I had to stop. Don’t judge, we took the kids to Jeni’s ice cream first! Watershed Distillery’s Four Peel Gin is a citrus-forward gin made with various citrus peels, cassia, Jamaica pepper, coriander and of course, juniper berries. I chose this gin knowing that Elderflower pairs well with citrus.

I combined the gin with elderflower syrup, seltzer water, a few drops of lemon juice, a twist of orange peel and ice.


But don’t take my word for it! Play around with it! Let your pallet be the judge! Whether you’re a champagne drinker, a vodka loyalist or a gin-lover like myself – Be royal for the day and expand your taste pallet with floral botanicals in your cocktails (or mocktails) this summer!

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The Captain and the Navigator

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I make it a habit to take as many adventures as I can. My family’s current goal is to visit all 50 states. In order to make this happen before my children leave the house and without breaking the bank, much of this goal is accomplished by road-tripping. We are currently finishing up our latest journey that will check state #30 off the list. See my article on why I think road-tripping is the way to go: https://lifelibertyandlibations.com/2017/09/07/looking-for-adventure-10-reasons-to-take-a-road-trip/

We have road-tripping down to a science. We pack the car the night before and leave the house on our first day at 3 am to beat the traffic. The kids have a loaded cooler between their seats, their own “carry-on” bag filled with activities and a new movie to watch. My husband drives and I navigate. We have a complete itinerary with all the destination addresses, confirmation numbers and times ready to go. Aside from the occasional back-seat squabble, we work like a well-oiled machine.

And my time on the road has me reflecting on our system and on life.

Life is a journey.

On every great journey, there is a Captain and at his right hand, is his Navigator.

The Captain, the driver, stands at the helm. He holds the wheel, accepting the weight of his cargo as his responsibility, owning the turns of the wheel that he makes, controlling, directing the vessel safely to its destination. And upon arriving at his destination, the credit of the embarkment sits on his crown. For he is the Captain.

The Captain is strong. He is resilient and responsible and quick both in his wit and his reflexes. He guides his vessel tirelessly and doesn’t truly rest unless his vessel is at rest.

The Navigator holds the map. He reads and interprets the signs. He doesn’t instruct, he guides. Looking ahead for impending hazards, he is the Captain’s eyes and ears. The Navigator is patient. The Navigator is astute. He holds a watchful eye, warns and informs the Captain and reads his coordinates with careful diligence. Not a side-kick or arm candy but a necessary counselor who carries the blueprints.

But ultimately at the end of the journey, everyone will ask, “Where’s the Captain?” “Who drove on this great journey ?”

And the Navigator will quietly step aside.

Like the old-fashioned mother who washes and cooks while the father earns a living, like the team who carries the prized medalist across the finish line, the Navigator receives his glory in the shadows of the Captain.

A Captain without his Navigator, is like an explorer without his compass – a dizzy fool, often making wrong turns, stopping frequently to reorient himself. A wanderer with little direction.

And a Navigator without his Captain is ready intelligence that is standing on the dock, bottled potential stuck holding his map, an eager adventurer with no vessel to carry him.

Often in life, we try to be both the Captain and the Navigator. In our hurried lives, we try to both hold the map and navigate the vessel on our own. And we fumble and stop and make countless wrong turns. But if we are careful, we realize the times we accomplish our greatest feats, are the times we are either the Captain OR the Navigator. But never both. Either we take the reins with a great advisor and guide directing us. Or we provide wisdom and support while the strength of another makes the hard calls and carries us through. The Captain will never succeed if he does not heed to his Navigator. And a Navigator who tries to take the wheel will merely sabotage the journey.

Rather than to harbor jealousy, the Navigator must learn humility.

And instead of becoming pompous, the Captain himself, should carry humble gratitude for the navigational guidance he was given.

Ask my children “Who’s the Captain?” of our ship and they’ll say, “Mom, but Dad drives.” The truth is, we take turns. Knowing our strengths and weaknesses, in any given journey, we decide who is best to take the wheel and who does best with the map.

We are a team.

Sometimes we are called to drive, to control, to carry the weight. In the end, we earn the medal. And other times, we are called to navigate, to carefully guide and quietly mentor, to step aside and allow the captain to gain the glory.

But the fruit of the journey belongs to us both. That’s winning at life. For without the other, we are lost.

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The Warrior

He never wanted to be a soldier.

He didn’t ask to be called.

He wasn’t trying to save anybody today. That was the martyr’s job.

He didn’t sign up for this shit show.

He just wanted to go to work, stop for lunch, kiss his wife, have a normal day.

What he didn’t know was,  the grass he was walking on was a battlefield.

He didn’t want to fight.

But when the news came reeling, like a studded bat along his right side. Smacking him in his flank, crushing his ribs on contact …. he had two choices –

To lay down and die, or get up and fight.

For the ones he loves, for the sake of continuance, for humanity … he knew no goodness could come from allowing his will to be shattered or his life to be taken.

He choose to fight.

So he clambered to his feet and took a swing.

A pathetic attempt at first, but with each one, and each one after, he gained more power and more precision.

With every painful blow, knocking the wind out of his breath, he fought harder to breathe.

With every slicing cut, he lost more of the vital liquid that sustained his body, his mind and his heart.

With every loss, he created another scar, another endless ache, another painful memory.

And when the blows stopped coming and he collapsed on the ground in respite, getting back up seemed an even harder feat than withstanding the assault. And he hoped that somewhere there was a hand that would reach down to help him off the field.

With tougher skin than he once had, dirt on his face, scars on his heart and the experience of a battle survived but not won, he picked up his weapon. And moved to a safer place.

And the bystander who saw the fight that he fought, calls him a “Warrior” now – a worthy and respectable title.

But a title that he never wanted. From an attack he would’ve done anything to stop. In a fight, he couldn’t run from, though he tried.

Those in the trenches and on the battlefield know, that the resiliency and might that is seen by day is equally shared by wailing at night. And underneath that harden outer shell is a tender organ that still aches when the warrior goes back to that place.

While the world will see his strength; the darkness, knows his weakness.

Warriors don’t just wear camo, they wear heels and skirts, sweatpants and tennis shoes, ties and jackets, skinny jeans and flats, studs and leather.

Heartache and misfortune know no age, race or locale.

Dirt is oftentimes invisible. Pain is misconstrued. And our skin is just a very thin barrier to the life we try to protect underneath.

Everyone, at one point or another will find themselves on a battlefield. For some it is rare and brief and they come away with a few scratches. And others, just can’t seem to escape that scene and their many battle wounds tell the story of a life that has been unfair.

Though the battlefields of life are often hard to see at first glance, if we are astute, if we can look outside of the bubble of self-consumption, we might just see a comrade with pain in his eyes, who is working harder to succeed, to survive, than we are.

If you can’t join him in his fight, at least be the hand he sees when the battle is over.

If your own leg is bleeding, give him your shoulder to lean on.

Cuz one day, it’ll be you … looking through the smoke, asking for a break, hoping for a friend.

Life is one hell of a battle and the amount of times we will find ourselves out in the field, under the barrage of ammunition, isn’t known to us now. But if we are to survive, we must always be prepared to get back up and take another swing, another try. For when we lay down, we die.

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Grief

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Grief is feeling as though you’ve lost your soul; but knowing that without a soul, you wouldn’t hurt this bad.

 

It is a pain that can’t be numbed by any pill, bottle or syringe.

It is a monster that can’t be out-run or out-smarted. And there is no place to hide.

It is wishing that you could die, but knowing that your death would only cause more grief.

It is being lost in a maze of shadows and not knowing where the fuck to turn.

It is being so consumed by darkness that when a sliver of light sneaks in, it hurts your eyes and burns your skin.

It is begging for a way out and being answered with unbearable silence.

It is the weight of a thousand bricks on your chest, making it hard to breathe.

It is the angst of being buried alive. And just talking, you feel as though you are choking on dirt.

It is lead on your feet, making it hard to get out of bed. Every step is painful, every step is work.

And lead on your heart, cold and stiff, making it hard to feel again.

It is panic and feeling your pulse race … and then devastation … feeling so empty that you’re sure your ventricles no longer contract.

It is a flood of feelings and thoughts so overwhelming that you can’t begin to hear all the voices screaming at you … and in the next minute it is an absence of thought and a miserable feeling of being alone.

It is worry and nagging uncertainty for the future and everything you know.

And it is sorrow and an unbearable longing for the past.

It is anger and impossible frustration for a change that will never happen.

It is pain that has no cure and a journey that seems endless.

And

It is evidence that you loved and lived.

It is a sign of your dedication and humanity.

It is the first step in healing … A long and painful process that leaves scars.

Like waking up out of surgery with no anesthesia on board. Or waking up out of a nightmare, still screaming, before you realize it was a dream. But this isn’t a dream.

It’s the hardest and longest journey, but an inevitable one.

It is the opportunity to sit with your pain and commune with your demons. To make peace with your weakness and to allow your eyes to adjust to the darkness.

It is finding solace in your sorrow. And then,

It is finding the courage to start to crawl. It is finding the strength to break the lead away from your feet … and your heart. And to feel the aching relief as you stand and take your first step. It is breaking down the walls and breaking out of the maze of misery. It is allowing light to pierce your eyes and seeing the world from a different view.

In time, your heart will regain a normal rhythm. Your lungs will learn to breathe again. And the light will one day, no longer hurt your eyes or burn your skin. Your steps will lighten and your stride will hasten.

Your memories will remain of a life you once knew, a life that was simpler and brighter and more comfortable. And those memories will both soothe and ache.

And the impression from the lead on your feet and your heart, the taste of dirt in your mouth, the scars from a loss you will never forget, will always be there.

But they will fade with time.

And as they fade, you will realize the strength and the wisdom that you gained, from surviving your greatest loss.

 

Grief is wishing that you never had a soul … but knowing that without a soul, you never would’ve loved. And sometimes, you just don’t know which is worse.

 

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Hot Chocolate … a worldly and all season treat!

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Cocoa beans drying in the sun in Grenada. This remains the preferred method of drying there.

With roots across the globe and across centuries, this bitter seed has been enjoyed as both a sweet treat and a medicinal remedy probably since before Christ walked the planet. It has truly stood the test of time and if my taste buds and recent travels serve, it’s not going anywhere any time soon!

As I mentioned in a previous post, my husband and I recently had a 12 day adventure in the Southern Caribbean. And on that trip, one of our favorite islands was Grenada. It is a poor country but their good spirits, focus on health and resourcefulness was incredibly inspiring. They are a people who truly ‘live off the land’, using every resource in its entirety, without waste. They preserve the land that sustains them and they use their plants as medicine.

Of the six islands we visited, Grenada was the only island that we took a bonafide tour in. It was a spice tour. Our tour guide rode through the Grenadian countryside pointing out innumerable plants and citing their countless uses from pain relief to a cure for IBS, treatment for insomnia and natural Viagra. We learned how they use the spices not only for cooking but also for medicine. Every part of the plant and nut is utilized. Even the shells are used as fuel, like charcoal.

Amongst the many plants and spices covered, cacao was one that was focused on. While Grenada has long been dubbed the “The Spice Isle”. It is also quickly gaining popularity as “The Caribbean Capital of Chocolate.” In fact, our tour guide informed us that both Belgium and Sweden are sending chocolatiers to Grenada to talk business. This is likely due to that fact that the fertile soil and simple but dedicated farming techniques yield a high quality cacao (or “cocoa” as they say in Grenada) which is then used to produce a high quality, organic and potent chocolate. The flavors of the neighboring plants, like nutmeg, banana and clove are also said to effect the flavors of the cocoa beans. “We don’t water our chocolate down with milk” our tour guide explained. “We give you only chocolate. And because it doesn’t have milk, it doesn’t melt in your hand. And the antioxidants it carries, promote good health.” Chocolate is known for lowering blood pressure and cholesterol. Thus, promoting good heart health as well as reducing stress hormones and eliminating free radicals in the blood. Chocolate as medicine? Now that’s something I can get down with!

Jouvay is one company that we learned supports both Grenada and the U.S.. American chocolate maker L.A. Burdick created a unique partnership with Grenadian cocoa farmers, making the farmers the majority owners of the company. The cocoa growers are also the manufacturers. They ensure the product is sustainable sourced. By keeping both the farming and the production in the country, the production is more environmentally conscious, economical and creates more jobs for the poorest country of the Caribbean. Because the famers are being paid U.S prices and have U.S marketing on their side, the farmers are compensated appropriately, the product reaches a wider consumer population, and thus, yields, higher success. Thus benefitting Grenada economically. The U.S benefits by gaining access to some of the world’s finest chocolate and its profits. You can buy Jouvay online and on Amazon and learn more about Jouvay here:  https://www.jouvaychocolate.com/partnership

While we were in Grenada, we purchased some of their wonderful spices, cocoa and of course, some Jouvay bars. The cocoa balls we bought were produced specifically for making hot chocolate, we were told. And the Jouvay bars, a mild 60% and 75% cocoa are amongst the strongest chocolate I’ve tasted … but delicious! I’ve always loved dark chocolate. As a kid I always picked the gold wrapped “Special Dark”s out of the Hershey miniature bag. I feel so worldly now! LOL

So on this snowy day in the U.S. Yes, it’s snowing here in March … I decided to put those cocoa balls to good use. I won’t bore you with the process as this form of cocoa is not readily available here. I will however give you some non-alcoholic and libation ideas for your own hot chocolate. And for those who are experiencing proper spring weather, not to worry … frozen hot chocolate is here too!

Suggested Non-Alcoholic additives for your Hot Chocolate

 

  • Peppermint – either a few drops of extract or a hard candy. As a kid I loved to stir my hot chocolate with a candy cane.
  • Chocolate – either milk or dark … stir until it melts. It makes the drink that much richer!
  • Raspberry or Orange extracts- a few drops. These fruits pair beautifully with chocolate.
  • Coconut milk-for the non-dairy consumers or simply the coconut lovers. Give it a little zip in the blender and it gets all frothy and decadent without being overly heavy.

 

Suggested Alcohol additives for your Hot Chocolate

 

  • Peppermint schnapps
  • Whipped Cream vodka
  • Frangelico
  • Kahlua
  • Bailey’s
  • Vanilla vodka
  • Caramel vodka
  • Godiva liquor

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Frozen Hot Chocolate

Prepare any one of these or your favorite hot chocolate recipes and then allow it to cool. Add to a blender with either a scoop of ice cream or just ice and blend til smooth. It’s like a chocolate milkshake of sorts!

 

Because it’s always the right season for Chocolate … Enjoy!

 

 

 

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Words are like Flowers and Writing is my Vessel

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“Writing is the painting of the voice.”-Voltaire

Writing is the vessel in which I sail my inner workings across the ocean of life. It is the  carrier of my thoughts and ideas, stories and lessons. It is the way I am heard, the way I share.

Deep within the matrix of our minds, thoughts and ideas are formed. Like trapped birds, they are released as the spoken word. Despite their beauty and complexity, each sound, each word, lasts only seconds before it’s gone, flittering into empty space. Though the message may linger, the words themselves are fleeting and seem to dissipate into thin air. The spoken word is easily forgotten or mistaken.

But ink that leaves a pen remains, permanently inscribing the words its master dictates. Thoughts put into readable form, the written word is a record. It’s a document. It is not the mumblings of a drunk or the talking in ones sleep. It is intentional. And it never lies or forgets.

When I talk, often I feel like a bumbling fool … awkward, disorganized and redundant. Words pour out of my mouth like children off a school bus … clambering and loud and clumsy. And my thoughts and ideas are often misconstrued and misunderstood.

But when I write, I am like a well choreographed dance. Every move rehearsed, every step cautiously placed, every word carefully chosen. And the words flow together like movements, creating a beautiful piece designed specifically to carry my message.

Words are like flowers. When I write, I walk through the most bountiful garden, hand selecting each blossom with careful and purposeful intent. Arranging the words into a bouquet, each arrangement is unlike the one I made before it. Each flower holds a unique purpose and aroma to the ear. There are no bad flowers, no bad words. And I yearn every day to discover a new variety, to uncover a new specimen to place in my piece.

Like every artist, my art, my bouquet, is not always appreciated. At times it is overlooked and ignored. Not unlike the painter along the sidewalk, the musician in the subway, the dancer dancing in an empty theater. But if only one person enters that theater, the heart of that dancer becomes full and she is no longer just a dancer, but a performer. When art is recognized, the artist gains the greatest fulfillment.

And yet, even without an audience, without a buyer, without coins in an otherwise empty case on the floor – those strokes, those notes, those movements, those words, are therapy for the artist. They soothe his soul and at the same time, they make him come alive. They are his heart and he cannot walk away from them. They are a part of him.

The highest honor is knowing that my words have touched another soul, hearing that my message has spoken to another heart. Feeling as though I have made a difference, I am fulfilled in my work. Like the chosen carrier of precious cargo, I feel worthy. I am grateful for my talent.

But even without recognition, without payment, when I put my pen to paper, it is therapy for my soul. Kneading through my angst and sorrow, the darkest part of my life, like clay, I create a sculpture of my life that is beautiful. And looking at that sculpture, I see how I have turned misery into joy and pain into lessons and I am proud of who I am and from where I came.

Life is a journey and each of us, an artist. We are handed a canvas and asked to fill the world with beauty. Be that canvas, a pot in which you cook, an instrument from which you play, earth in which you plant, wood from which you build, hearts of which you nurture … use your canvas to create beauty. My canvas is paper. And my paint, is words. Thank you for receiving my words. Thank you for taking the time to smell the flowers, to hear the notes that my heart sings, to feel the energy that my soul releases.

 

 

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“Painkilling” remedies from the Caribbean

In my most recent post, “An unexpected love affair,” I alluded to my experiences whilst on vacation, most particularly with the people we came to meet in various islands of the Southern Caribbean. While I admitted in that post that Puerto Rico was our most loved island of the trip, I also admitted that Grenada and Barbados left a very sweet impression on my soul. The joy, the energy and the creative spirits of the people in Grenada and Barbados made us feel welcomed and I was inspired by their lifestyle and simple nature to succeed in life and to find contentment, oftentimes despite a lack of resources and wealth.

I was particularly impressed by the Grenadian people’s ability to “live off the land” and export much of the world’s spices, despite their poverty. During our visit there, we attended a tour of a spice plantation and a nutmeg factory. We were struck by their very simple, yet effective, means of hand-collecting, sorting and packing spices … particularly nutmeg. There were no motors or machinery, just wooden sorting boxes and human hands. And yet they export a large portion of the world’s top spices around the globe.

We learned through our tour guide, that much like the natives in the US, the people of Grenada have learned to make use of every part of a plant and do not waste. In addition to the actual nutmeg seed that we use here in the states, in Grenada, the outer shell of the nutmeg seed is used for coal to build a fire. The red, fibrous wrap around the seed, called “mace” is removed, dried and used for cooking (thus deriving two spices from the same tree). And oil extracted from the leaves and bark is used for homeopathic remedies. The same is done for every plant on the island. What they harvest, they use in its entirety.

Grenadians literally have a plant-cure for everything. In the case of nutmeg, it is used to treat insomnia, promote digestion, relieve pain, and its antibacterial components are said to promote good oral health as well as detoxify the body. ( A quick internet search will explain the chemistry behind each of these uses.) In many Grenadian stands and store fronts, they sell the whole and the ground varieties of spices as well as the oil extracts. They believe very much in their benefits and pride themselves in their overall health as a nation. “We don’t use medicine”, they will tell you, “we don’t have to…” “this is natural, and it works.”

And because they believe in the natural properties of these plants and spices, they include them in many more foods them we traditionally would, here in the states. For instance, I found “Banana ketchup, flavored with nutmeg” and semi-sweet chocolate bars “60% cocoa, flavored with nutmeg”. I bought them both and they’re delicious – not over-powering or awkward tasting…just good!

But my favorite food by which to add nutmeg is a tropical cocktail called,

“The Painkiller”®

We were first introduced to “The Painkiller” in St.Croix, U.S. Virgin Islands and I was struck by its unusual, yet amazingly delicious pairing with coconut and other tropical juices. It is fuller and more complex than the over-used rum runner, lighter than the piña colada and if made correctly, still packs a good punch with that Caribbean-West Indie rum.

Upon returning home, I rushed to look up the recipe.

A google search has taught me that this now infamous cocktail of the Caribbean was first created by the owner of a tiny, waterfront bar in the British Virgin Islands, and then modified and trademarked by the founder of Pusser rum. Therefore legally I have to list Pusser rum as the rum used in this recipe. However, as I am not selling this drink or making money off this blog, I can tell you that I swapped out the rum for the dark rum I bought in Puerto Rico, as you could any dark rum you have in the house and it was just as delicious.

The Painkiller®

  • 4 parts pineapple juice
  • 1 part fresh orange juice
  • 1 part cream of coconut
  • 2 parts Pusser’s dark rum*

Shake and serve over ice with a pineapple wedge. Sprinkle nutmeg over the top (even better if it’s freshly grated).

Perhaps its the nutmeg’s natural pain-relieving qualities or perhaps it’s the rum that gives this drink its signature name. Whatever is paining you, be it physical or spiritual, I suggest you try this tropical cocktail. If the spice and the alcohol don’t take your woes away, the flavor will certainly transport you to a tropical island. Close your eyes, hear the waves, feel the breeze, and bury your worries away.

With a land so full of trees bearing these sweet fruits and powerful spices, century-old rum making techniques and the tenacity to “make-do”,  it’s no wonder the people on these islands are happy 🙂

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An unexpected love affair

My husband and I recently celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary with a cruise to the Southern Caribbean. Being avid road-trippers, this was a first for us and we selected a route and itinerary that took us to as many places as possible in seven days. Our goal was to use the cruise ship more as our mode of transportation than the highlight of our trip. By booking a cruise that departed from Puerto Rico instead of the States, we managed to get six islands into those seven days, including PR. And I was so excited to get to know each and every one of these islands. I researched each one and planned activities for each. Culture is important to me and I wanted to know the people and their food as much as I did their landscape.

Being that it’s February and winters here can be rough, we arranged to fly into Puerto Rico a few days early so as to avoid any conflicts with the cruise departure from potential flight delays due to weather. We also booked our flight-out the day after the ship returned so as to have one last honeymoon night after the cruise. For three nights before the cruise, we stayed in a beautiful boutique hotel in Old San Juan on Calle de la Fortaleza, right in the middle of everything. Then we cruised the Southern Caribbean and visited five more islands. Upon returning to PR, we spent our last night in a bohemian-style bed and breakfast in the Condado/Isla Verde area, more out-of-the-way, in an up-and-coming art district and close to the beach.

Of the six islands we visited, we discovered that more than food and landscape, language or income level, it was the people that gave each island its true character and spirit. Beautiful beaches meant very little when the people were not welcoming. And with that, Grenada and Barbados were true gems! Whilst poor islands, the people there were so friendly and joyful, that we felt instantly welcomed. We loved both of these islands tremendously and would love to go back.

And yet, it was with Puerto Rico that we had a very unexpected love affair.

One could argue that because we spent the most time there, our opinions of PR might be skewed from our opinions of the other islands. But the truth is, we were enraptured within our first hour there. Despite all the beauties that the other islands had to offer, it was Puerto Rico who really captured our hearts.

In Old San Juan, the air and the architecture were infused with a calming energy I can’t describe. Like Valparaiso Chile, the brightly-colored stacked homes have an unexplainable way of stealing the hearts of many, including myself. And I always find Cuban architecture to be my most favored. The narrow cobblestone streets spoke to my soul the way they do in Savannah and Saint Augustine and I could feel the presence of hundreds of years of culture saturated in their uneven stones. The views from Castillo de San Cristobal, spanning over city and sea, literally took my breath away. And the sound of the deep blue water sending waves crashing into the black boulders surrounding the old city walls smoothed away any sense of tension in my body. It is a beautiful city and instantly it communed with my soul and welcomed me.

Cute Mom and Pop restaurants flanked every street corner and wonderful food was everywhere we turned. From white tablecloth to small diners, they had it all. But our favorite was to sit at the street-side tables where locals screamed out the happy hour specials to passers-by. There, we’d sip our mojitos, (by-far the best we’ve ever had) and soak in the city.

The history of the city/country fascinated us too. We walked the length of the old city walls and visited the original gates and forts that once protected the island from outside intruders. A city fountain, full of statuesque symbols that represent the country, included two goddesses that are said to both protect the island and welcome visitors by sea (a welcome surprise for this heathen in an otherwise very Catholic country). The family is  the center of the culture. And when I discovered that a frog, of all things, was a national symbol, it was a match made in heaven. I love frogs!

But despite all of that … the symbols, the food, the architecture and the landscape … again it was the people who really touched our hearts. Every person that we encountered in a store front, restaurant/bar, walking down the street or selling their goods out of a basket, was kind. They went out of their way to communicate, to explain, to accommodate us, and to welcome us as visitors to their island.

It’s been almost six months since Hurricane Maria ravaged their country. Despite the fact that we knew several of the attractions we had planned on visiting were still closed, it was with purposeful intent that my husband and I maintained our vacation plans. Lights, water and safety were all that we needed to give us the green light to not only visit but to support them through our tourism; and we sought out worthy, small businesses to patronize. We didn’t want to be part of the masses who pulled out and left the country hurting even more than they already were. So we went with the intention of enjoying ourselves and helping out the little man at the same time. We did this for all the islands we visited on that trip.

We weren’t expecting any kudos for that. It only seemed common decency to us. We aren’t wealthy and we weren’t going as missionaries. We merely went there as vacationers, spending the modest amount of money we had on food, drinks and a few souvenirs.

And then the craziest thing started happening. Complete strangers would approach us in the streets to thank us for coming to Puerto Rico and to assure us that they will continue to rebuild. We were instantly humbled.

They told us their stories. One woman we passed in the street, was walking three dogs. And when we stopped to greet them, she explained that they were all rescue dogs that she pulled off the streets after the storms. Three wagging tails that she did her part to save and now calls her “children”. Other people told us stories of people with private planes that air-lifted sick kids out to the United States to get treatment. And they expressed their gratitude to the U.S. companies for coming to help. They spoke of the months without water and without power, how the community came together to clean-up, and they described the sound of the storm when it passed over their houses. A true nightmare, to be trapped on an island, with no way off, when mother nature surges through in historic fury. Their stories were both heart wrenching and terrifying.

They described what it was like to survive a category five hurricane.

What they never did though … was complain.

And more than even that, despite their tragic stories, they remained joyful. As a people who had lost so much, they were still happy! And they were working so hard to continue to clean-up. Nearly six months- and the trucks were still picking up loads of rubble and debris, the electric companies were still repairing downed lines, and some businesses and natural landmarks will be forever changed by the damage; but they merely said “We’re going to be okay! We’re going to rebuild. Thank you for coming here!” And they’d laugh and they’d shake your hand and they’d ask where you were coming from and they’d welcome you like a long-lost friend.

I remember watching some news footage, days after the storm, and how the people of PR came out into the streets to dance. With no lights, no water and some with no homes, they banged on steel drums and shook homemade instruments and they danced. A true example of learning to dance in the rain. I experienced that mirth while I was there. Music always seemed to fill the streets, no mater the time or day. Smiles found themselves on every face you came to meet and laughter and a love for humanity seemed to surround us .

On our last day, after returning from the ship, we were excited to experience another part of the island – along the beach of Condado and Isla Verde. We were impressed to discover that the neighborhood we were staying in, had always been a poor one but had recently been developing into an up-and-coming art district; and small businesses and restaurants were filling in where old dilapidated structures once stood. The Cuban architecture and cobblestone was replaced by wider streets and graffiti art; but the people were just the same. Still coming up to us and thanking us for coming, still sharing their stories and finding reasons to laugh.

There, we again walked the streets and enjoyed the food, but we also experienced the beach. It wasn’t the most visually striking beach we’d seen in our twelve days of adventuring, but again it was the people who brought the beauty. It was a Sunday afternoon and all the locals were down on the sand with picnic baskets and beer – men playing a ball game, lovers snuggling on their blankets, young people enjoying one another’s company … not because it was a holiday. It wasn’t even summer, but just because.

And that night … away from the city center, amidst the tropical foliage outside our room, the most magical sound came when the Coqui frogs began to sing. And with that, I knew … this was a love affair that would have to continue. A love affair with a tropical climate, delicious food, rum and coffee, beautiful architecture, history and above all, beautiful, happy, people.

Like the poor man who will search the beach after the storm, for wood to rebuild his home, I too, will search the world for places that rebuild my soul. I am glad I found Puerto Rico.

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Looking for adventure? 10 Reasons to take a Road Trip !!!

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I remember it like it was yesterday … the first flight we took as a family of four.

It was a 5 hour flight from the east coast to Utah to visit some family and explore the west. The kids were 4 1/2 yrs and 15 months. I wanted to save money so I didn’t buy a seat for the 15 month old. We booked a late flight and kept him awake all day with the hope that he’d sleep on the plane. Despite every good effort, the child who had just recently weaned and found his legs only wanted to run around and when we couldn’t allow him to do that, he was inconsolable. After that trip I decided that we would not be flying again for a very, very long time.  That combined with a desire to see the world and a lack of funds to travel internationally, fueled the idea of “Road tripping.” And now, we’re obsessed!

To date, we have traveled up and down the east coast, driven from MD to TX and back and explored a good bit of the west. On one of our trips we managed to hit 12 states and on another we explored 4 major national parks. When people hear of our trips and adventures and they learn that we drove it all, they’re usually aghast. “You drove all that way!?” “How long did it take you?” “Don’t the kids drive you crazy?” “Omg! What do you do with all that time in the car?!”

So this post is to answer those questions and share with you ….

10 Reasons why Road Tripping is the thing to do!

  1. It’s cheaper! Check the gas prices and do the math … if you have more than two people in your traveling party, it’s almost always cheaper to drive your own car. Saving money on plane tickets and car rentals allows more money to go towards other things – like cool excursions.
  2. My children won’t disrupt anyone else. Can they still be whiney and annoying sometimes? Sure! They’re kids! But they’re mine and I love them unconditionally. If they kick the back of the seat, whine, or are too wiggley … strangers who have no obligation to my children and who paid good money for their seat aren’t bothered. This eliminates a ton of stress on me, as their mother.
  3. It’s more comfortable. We have it down to a science! The kids pick what movies they want to pack. We have wireless headphones so that they can watch a movie while we listen to our music. There’s a cooler packed in between their seats filled with juice boxes, snacks and sandwiches. They each bring their pillow and pack a “carry-on” which is filled with fun activities for the car – a new activity book, travel-sized games, their toys, ear-buds, tablets, etc. You simply can’t carry all those things on a plane. Nor can you put your seat all the way back or lay down across the seats.
  4. It allows for more flexibility. You have your own vehicle and your own schedule. You can choose to stick to your pre-determined stops or be spontaneous without the worry of a flight to catch or a shuttle schedule to check.
  5. It encourages you to explore more places off the beaten path. Airports tend to be the hub of cities and businesses and are full of tourist traps and chain-restaurants. Once you are in the center of those hubs, the motivation to move outside of that area may be lessened because of traffic and time and sheer inconvenience. But if you’re planning a road trip, you simply plan your route based on where you want to go, not just where there’s an airport. We decide how far we want to drive each day and then we look in that vicinity to see where we want to stop and what opportunities there are in that area. Every day we have a new adventure planned. Try it! I promise you’ll find yourself at more parks and cozy little restaurants then you would if your plane dropped you off in the middle of a city. And my experience has proven these places to be our most memorable gems.
  6. It allows for more family bonding. Spending hours in close quarters affords us the opportunity to know one another more deeply and it forces us to find enjoyment in one another when the tendency may be to retreat and be alone. With no pressures of time or being in public, discussions take place that otherwise wouldn’t. Car games to pass the time encourage team work and shared thoughts. We’re in it together and the trip isn’t enjoyable for anyone if someone is acting up – so there’s a motivation to be pleasant and to be a team player. Do we sometimes get on each other’s nerves? Sure, that’s what the independent activities are for. But when those get old, we come back together again. Kids love playing games with their parents and the time in the car gives us a break from life’s busyness. And with a laptop I can get some work, writing and photo editing done while we travel instead of trying to do it at our destinations or when we get back home.
  7. It teaches children the virtue of patience. In a world of instant gratification, road-tripping shows them that the sweetest things in life are worth working and waiting for. A 5 hr road trip for my kids is a piece-of-cake because they know what a 17 hr drive is like. And I’m convinced that the work and wait it takes to travel to various places makes them appreciate our destinations even more.
  8. It reinforces geography and teaches map reading skills. This dying art is alive and well when the Meneses family takes a vacation. Using both digital GPS as well as a simple paper version of the states we are traveling through, we chart our path of adventure; and as a result, learn where these cities and states are in-relation to one another and how long it takes to travel between them. And … it’s another car activity to keep our minds busy!
  9. It creates cultural awareness. Exploring different locales within the same trip allows us to see first-hand the common threads and the vast differences that lie just a day’s car-ride apart. It’s a 10 hr drive from the moonshine-filled, lush Great Smoky Mountains of the twangy Tennessee countryside to the jazz-filled streets of New Orleans. Another 8 hr drive and you leave this architectural gem, infused with Gullah and French influence, and the swampy wetlands of Louisiana turn into the dry, brown desserts and the cowboy culture of Texas. Be it food, way of speaking, common mode of transportation, placement of modern-day conveniences, homeless population, level of crime, or merely the overall lifestyle of the people who call these places “home”, my children can see that there’s goodness to be found everywhere. Our hometown isn’t superior because it’s familiar and there’s more than one way to live.
  10. Planning ahead saves time and money and allows for a more stress-free vacation. Road tripping does require more planning than a one-stop vacation … but it saves you more time and stress once your vacation begins. Friends and family love to tease me about my typed itineraries. But when vacation comes, I literally punch the address into the GPS and off we go! I don’t have to worry about where we are going to eat or if  a certain place is open on Sundays. I’ve already done all that. And if we want to cut something out or stay longer, we can! But we’re not wasting time walking in circles or googling “things to do”. Trip Advisor and Map Quest will become your best friends (they’re free). There’s no moping around the hotel room, “What are we going to do today?” nonsense. And as I said before, you get more experiences and have more flexibility by driving your own car. 

 

Start out small and give it a try! Your first road trip doesn’t have to be across the country. It doesn’t require a ton of money or a travel agent. The planning can be done a little-at-a- time and the hotels booked and paid for one-by-one, in advance, so that when the vacation comes, your expenses are minimal. And, like anything, the more you do it, the better you will get at it!

My family is half-way to our goal of experiencing all 50 states. I am convinced that there is no better way to explore the vast and varied experiences of this country than hitting the open road. There are so many cultural experiences and adventures right here in the US. The sites you will see, the road-side stands selling local fare-boiled peanuts or fresh produce, and the places you will find just can’t be replicated when you’re in the air. My favorite memories have come from these trips. I have snorkeled amazing reefs in the Florida Keys, rode a mule down into a canyon, floated alongside manatees, jumped from cliffs in Texas, ridden on a train through the West Virginia countryside and danced in the streets of New Orleans with my 9-year-old …. and none of those things would’ve happened if we hadn’t taken a road trip.

Don’t get me wrong …. I want to travel internationally and sometimes a plane ride is only practical … but while the kids are still young, while I have 4 tickets to buy – not just 2 and while there is still so much of this country that we haven’t seen, road tripping has allowed us to check-off bucket list items without going into debt and has shown us the many hidden treasures that can be found when you take the long road.

Adventure can be for everyone! Go find it!