El Salvador Sunday 628

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 #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…

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Of Course, Of Course

The European has gone back to Europe. Not for good, but for a few weeks, and when you’ve got plaster ceilings falling down around you and your entire life in boxes, a few weeks seems like a very long time. Still, it’s just as well. Now I’ll have no excuse not to work on my…

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Just the Seven of Us…

Did I mention that TWD and I are going on another cruise?  Well, we are.  Only this time it’s going to be a bit different from last year’s trip to Bermuda. Firstly, I’m not worried about us breaking up this time.  (I was, admittedly, a bit concerned last summer—the longest we’d ever spent together was…

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Of Grandparents and Suitcases

The good thing about being an adjunct is that trekking across campus gives you the perfect excuse to purchase a trendy new laptop case (red leather, complete with wheels, a handle and multiple “textbook” compartments).  The bad thing is that since I don’t have an office, I don’t have anywhere to keep (or change into)…

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…

King deluxe at the Oxford

Heaven is a Down Pillow- Or Six

I have officially died and gone to heaven.  And by heaven, I mean Denver, Colorado.  Specifically The Oxford Hotel, a luxury “boutique” hotel in the heart of LoDo (which I now know means Lower Downtown—the epicenter of all things cool in the Mile-High City). Having never spent the night in luxury boutique hotel before, it…