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Food Connection Adventure❣️

November 18, 2023

Months have gone by since I was last here. 💝 The pulse is still the same. The vendors go by. Selling chachkis. Selling food. Some are the same- I recognize their voices. Cotton candy, oysters, ceviche, rosary beads. You can literally get it all here. I chat with Cesar, because I always sit in his section where he rents chairs and umbrellas. I feel safe here. I catnap. I catnap several.times.a.day. It’s glorious. I go get ice cream. I go for a swim. I people watch. My head bops along to the music around me, whether it’s traditional Mexican music, Taylor Swift, or live guitar music from strolling musicians. I read my book- it’s a great one: My Own Magic. I have some updated aspirations for this trip, and here they are: -try 10 restaurants I’ve never been to before -strike up a meaningful conversation with 1 new person every day -15,000 steps day I’m headed out soon for tonight’s boardwalk stroll- and it will bring Food, Connection, and Adventure. Kind of like the November 2023 take

Purgatory

May 02, 2023

Ever go through jury selection on Zoom? You log in, and then it's quiet. For hours. One lady asked, "Is there something going on behind the scenes, or are we just stuck here in Purgatory?" Good question. Merriam Webster defines "purgatory" as something along the lines of a state in which souls are made pure through suffering. Not an exact quote, but you get the idea. Is it quiet in Purgatory, do you think? Silence. Silence is funny. While waiting for countless hours in the virtual jury room (OK, they weren't countless, I counted them, there were 8 exactly) for something (anything!) to happen, it made me think of the work by Sartre Waiting for Godot . I read it during my Master's program at NYU. From what I remember, it's about these two guys, waiting. People come by and ask why they are waiting. For the bus? For a friend? For death? For a miracle? The entire play... they are just waiting. "Just" waiting. After the book was published, critic

Transcendental experiences

March 25, 2023

Last night I was whisked away to Spain. I was in a small theatre, listening to flamenco guitar. Just kidding, I wasn't actually in Spain, but at the Institut Cervantes in New York. I went to see Antonio Rey, renowned flamenco guitarist from Madrid, who was there as part of the Flamenco Festival of NYC. When Antonio would chat with us between songs, I would hang on every word. He explained why his latest album is called "Flamenco sin Fronteras" (Flamenco without Borders) - because flamenco doesn't just belong to Spain. It belongs to the world. When he played his guitar, I would marvel at the sound coming from such a beautiful and simple-looking instrument. He started with some solo tunes, and was then joined onstage by two other guitarists, and I felt that that was when his music truly came alive. When the flamenco dancer came out, I got goosebumps. While some of her movements were grandiose, like the pose she's in here, others were softer, more subtle, yet very

Loopity Loop and I had not prepared for that!

February 26, 2023

Day Two in Sedona brought more beauty and more peace. Although I'm not what you might refer to as an avid hiker, I did bring my hiking boots to Sedona. I was pleasantly surprised with how well-marked the trails were and how beautiful the surroundings were. In the morning I headed out to Airport Vortex and walked part of the Airport Loop. This is what I found. Above is the view from the aptly named Sedona View Trail, which links the parking lot at the airport scenic outlook and the Airport Vortex site. It was a bit chilly, especially on the shady side of the mountain. But then you get here, and... ta-da! Wind in my hair, rock at my feet, vortex within range... can't you just feel the energy!? So later that day, before heading to dinner, I went on one more hike, then caught the sunset back at Airport Vortex. It was a busy day full of lots of time for reflection, and during which a love of hiking and mountains started to brew. Here is a video from the hike at Boynton's Canyon

From Ley Lines to Energy Vortexes

February 05, 2023

Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Did you miss me!? I missed me! I missed you! And now we're back together, yay!! I swear, when I'm not traveling I feel like my soul is dying, like I can't get enough oxygen. And when I am traveling I'm in the moment, breathing, living, loving. So that's where I've been, and now I'm back home, and ready to share my adventures with you! Let's jump right in. Some of you know that I was supposed to participate in an energy retreat in Sedona in January. It got postponed, but of course my adventurous self decided that I was going to head out west anyway because the excitement had been working up over the previous 4-5 months and I just had to go. Instead of spending two whole weeks in Sedona like originally planned, I did re-work the itinerary somewhat. Are you familar with the Peter Lik photo that was taken at Upper Antelope Canyon? **Frantically googling Peter Lik** Well, photos of people (acquaintances) visiting that location kept mak

Ticket to Puerto Vallarta? How about Buffalo!? 😁

November 20, 2022

I’ll take travel any way I can get it. I was supposed to go back to PV 😍 this month, but my gut said no, so here I am. And here we are. And here YOU are! I learned a very long time ago - and more than once, I might add, because I’m stubborn like that - that going against my gut is always a bad idea. 😂 So… since I can’t have sun and sand right now, I’m headed to the cold and snow! Ha! Yesterday Buffalo got hit with 6 feet of snow, but Rochester was spared so I should be able to make it in safely. The last time I went up to Rochester, I drove. It’s 5 hours but I usually stop for coffee and gas and to stretch my legs along the way. Today’s journey was different- once I got on the train on NYC, I settled in for a 7 hour ride across the Empire State. On the Empire line, fittingly enough. I made sure I got a window seat because I didn’t want to miss what the world has to offer. Maybe this ride is an allegory for my approach to life- experiencing it up close and personal, unafraid of the r

The magic of PV. The magic of me.

October 16, 2022

I love thunder and lightning storms. I love them most when I have a safe vantage point, and I've seen several tempestuous rain, thunder, and lightning storms throughout my life. I especially like them in tropical places because it's warm!! Puerto Vallarta has a rainy season that typically spans from July to October. One night in July, I was having dinner at La Palapa. (Big surprise there!) Partway through the meal, it started to pour really really hard, so I moved from an outside table on the sand, to one inside, under the "palapa." I was amazed at the view from my table. By the time I finished dinner, the rain had all but stopped. I had my usual decaf cappuccino and was still reading The Untethered Soul. And I was so grateful, not for one thing in particular, but for every.single.thing. I was grateful for this view from my balcony: And then one night, this happened. Knowing I was safe indoors really allowed me to enjoy this storm. But this post isn't about stor

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