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Press Trip Lesson #3: El Tiempo

There is something wrong. I know we were supposed to be at the patio for breakfast by 7:00am, and I know I’m at the right patio because there is a woman in a long ruffled skirt setting up eight coffee mugs and napkins on a bright blue table. True, I am 12 minutes late because…

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Press Trip Lesson #2: El Bano…

It’s our first day out of San Salvador and between the drive down to the coast, the boat ride through the mangrove forest and the fresh coconut water served in an actual coconut with an actual straw, I’m feel rather high on life. There’s only one problem. I availed myself of not one but two…

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Press Trip Lesson #1: El Equipaje

As soon as I get to Houston I start scanning the departure gate for people who look like press. Being that this is my first press trip, I don’t necessary know what “press people” look like, but I figure the blonde guy with the backpack and funky looking sneakers is not one of them. At…

Rugby

How To Date A British Guy: The Rules

As demonstrated by my rather deplorable track record during my time in the UK, I don’t know the first thing about dating British men.  I tried– Lord knows I tried– but I always failed pretty miserably.  Fortunately I’ve got TWD and Downton Abbey to keep me occupied these days but for the rest of you,…

Royal Caribbean food

Technically, We “Went” to the Gym

For our cruise to Bermuda, I packed six pairs of shoes, five bathing suits, four dresses, three hats, two gowns, and an entire week’s worth of workout wear. Why? Well, Royal Caribbean cruises tend to bring out the worst in me.  By which I mean if I have the option to eat breakfast three different…

teenagers on cruise

Anthropology on Deck 10

I am officially old.  I know this because on Day #1 of our cruise to Bermuda, The Wedding Date and I plunked ourselves down on a pair of deck chairs and spent the entire morning observing the behavior of a group of teenagers to our left. And I was appalled. In the center was a…

Bermuda Beach

That Damn Bermuda Triangle

Well folks, it’s over.  No more strolling down the beach hand in hand.  No more champagne.  No more salsa.  No more waltzing-even-though-nobody-else-is-waltzing.  No more falling asleep next to The Wedding Date or waking up beside him, cursing his alarm and his addiction to the “snooze” button.  No more rum, no more rum cakes, and no…