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Like sands through the hourglass… so are the days of our lives.

28 Jan

No – I’m not a Days of Our Lives fan.¬† ūüôā Sadly I have no time for soap operas in my schedule unless you count Game of Thrones and Once Upon A Time (these are my guilty pleasures and I love them).. ??¬† The days have been slipping by – I swear I don’t know where the heck they go and we have been very silent on the blog front. Sorry about that. It’s not due to a¬†lack of desire to post- that’s for sure…so much has transpired. I personally have had some major family stuff to deal with. Normally I would not address that in a blog but it’s pretty serious.¬† In a 45 day window my brother Doug¬†and my grandfather Gene¬†both died.¬† 45 days apart in fact. Wasn’t prepared for either one. Needless to say it’s been difficult .

      

 

I’ve hesitated and struggled with whether or not to write about any of this… But this is real life, horrible tragic things¬†do happen sometimes¬†and I have never felt more strongly about encouraging every person who will give me the time of day to follow their heart and dreams. Girls Gone Global is that for me. After coming to terms with the losses to the best¬†of my ability¬†( I mean can you ever really come to terms?)¬†¬†so much has changed perception wise for me.¬† Now- having a very personal connection to all of the clich√© sentiments I never took very seriously such as ¬†“Everyday is a gift”, “You never know which day may be your last so live¬†each one to the fullest”¬†…you know those¬†ones – I really understand the messages conveyed. Now¬†let’s be realistic…if I was living each¬†day like it was my last¬†you would likely find me on a nude beach¬†located somewhere in the Seychelles drinking a cocktail with an umbrella in it eating an entire loaf of bread full of gluten. So the statement still has parameters to really¬†be applicable in day-to-day life –¬†but here is my very expanded¬†interpretation of it from all angles bullet pointed out for you!

  • ¬†If you’re gonna do something – really do it.¬† Dive in…and I do not believe in regret. If that head first dive didn’t or doesn’t¬†work out for you, learn from it and make a different choice next time. For those of you who don’t know my background is in therapy and I worked as a very successful therapist for quite some time years ago – One of the most prolific things I learned was that guilt is an entirely useless emotion and serves no purpose other than to make you feel like crap. Let go of the guilt people. Learn, make different choices¬†and move on.

  • ¬†If you have unsettled emotional business with a loved one or friend…work it out. It’s not worth hanging on to – TRUST ME ON THIS ONE. Fortunately I had the privilege¬†of ¬†holding my grandfathers hand when he passed away and had told him¬†just ¬†that day how much I loved him and what he meant to me. I also was fortunate enough to of talked to and seen my brother¬†shortly before his death.¬†We had just had a giant heart to heart about life¬†and¬† – yes you guessed it I told him how much I loved him. Phew- THANK GOD! Rest assured – All the people in my life that I love have now sincerely been told 1897 times over the last two months.

  • Getting back on track to living life to the fullest and my interpretation – If you don’t like your life – make steps to change it..even baby steps are great steps. When we are little we don’t just stand up and run. We start with one little teeny tiny step at a time and we fall an awful lot. All those little steps add up and before you know it you are taking great big strides! Daydreaming, imagining and fantasizing all count as baby steps too! Believe in yourself and be kind to yourself. You ¬†have the choice of either being your biggest supporter or your own worst enemy. While on the topic of enemies..If you have anyone in your¬†life you have assigned that astute title to¬†– I suggest you eliminate the word from your vocabulary except in the context I just used it ¬†in and make up or forgive those people and move on.¬† Life is to short to hold a grudge..it’s all about the love friends.

  • Live your life for you…not your parents, your children or your partner. I’m not saying that your children or partner should not be a factor when making ‘some’ decisions…but you have to follow your heart and your dreams and your inspiration. Work with your partner towards a career change if you hate your job. Take time for yourself. Instead of spending all your moolah on trinkets and crud for the kids..set some of that dough¬†aside just for you. I do not care if your parents told you that you had to be a lawyer and in order to make them happy you went to law school and now you’re a fancy pants lawyer and now you fuc*ing hate it. It’s never to late.

  • ¬†I am officially giving you permission to do what makes you happy. Personally, professionally, socially – you get it. And I don’t want to hear any ‘buts’. There are no ‘buts’ about it. You could die tomorrow.

Now for me… the things that makes me happy¬†are travel, my family, spending time with my girlfriends, making out, telling the people I love how much¬†I love them,¬†listening to ¬†really loud music while driving in my car, singing along to that really loud music, pursuing my dreams, making tv and movies, writing, encouraging people to follow their inspiration –¬†heart and dreams, reminding people that they are ‘worth it!’ and inspiring them to believe in themselves,¬†sweet little babies when they are not crying, you get the idea and that’s just¬† naming a few.¬†Do you have a happy list? How many of those things are you doing or¬†have done recently? Lets make a game plan. How about you make that list and agree to do at least three things on it over the next week.¬† You must put at least 10 things on the list. They can be small things or huge things. Whatever you are comfortable with. Just¬†make the list, choose your three and do them. Oh gosh. How did¬†I forget – my cat Princess Diana – she makes me really really happy.

We have lots of good stuff coming up over the next month too! Every friday in March¬†I will post a new blog.¬†I’ve asked each one of the girls to write a blog about why they love to travel, why it’s important to them, what’s their favorite part of a trip¬†and why do they think you should be traveling too.¬† My secret mission is to inspire you to go somewhere. You’ll have to let me know if it works. ¬†ūüėČ Speaking of going somewhere…there has been a¬† fair share of traveling happening for me and the ladies over the last two months as well.¬† Melanie was in Hawaii twice and is headed to Florida and¬†¬†Grand Turk¬†next week.¬† Just yesterday she finalized plans for a trip to Costa Rica this April.¬† Her husbands ( Kaleo¬†Wassman¬†) band¬†Pepper is currently on tour and were going to head out and meet up with them tomorrow. Yay-¬†always a good time with Kaleo¬†and Melanie! Angie spent a glorious 10 days in Anguilla and St. Barth over Christmas and then flew to LA to spend New Years with me. She dragged me to Hugh¬†Hefner’s¬† New Years party at the Playboy mansion. I wasn’t kicking and screaming but I definitely utilized the fake it til’ you make it attitude that night.

I spent a week in Seattle during January and then took another short road¬†trip up the coast with my hubby. We took the 101 North and kicked things off¬† house hunting in Montecito (planning on moving by August)¬†then headed to Solvang,¬† Pismo Beach, Avila Beach and San Luis Obispo.¬† It was a great little mini trip that was incredibly inexpensive. Gotta love those. We paid $68 per night¬†for a suite with an ocean view in San Luis Bay…deal of the century!

       

We also spent a¬†long weekend in Palm Springs with friends. We rented an absolutely stunning house that I was able to negotiate a last-minute rate on…never hurts to ask¬†– sometimes you get a YES! ¬†Weather was 75- sunny and the pool was outstanding. Check it out here… http://www.vrbo.com/70857¬†.

So it’s safe to say we’ve been logging the miles. Angie promised to write a post about St. Barth and Anguilla so that should be coming soon-¬†the pictures I’ve seen¬†are outstanding! ¬†I’ve also got an extensive travel itinerary over the next 6 months… Seattle, Canada, France, Amsterdam, Belgium,¬†Germany, Luxembourg, Spain and maybe a Mediterranean cruise with Mom (I’m taking my own advice and doing what makes me happy while living my life to the fullest!). ¬†So I promise..we have lots of good¬†blogging on its way!¬†¬†¬†On that note I leave you with¬†Angie and I counting down the New Year straight from the playboy mansion itself.

This blogs for you Dougie and Grandpa…so much love and missing you both every single day,

Eden

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Melanie‚Äôs at “OM” in Oceanside‚Ķ

5 Nov

Being from Hawaii, if I could choose a bumper sticker that summed up life there, it would be “Live Aloha”. Now that I live in Oceanside, the bumper sticker that comes to mind is “COEXIST”. ¬†Before I moved here, I had heard about the beach culture and the military influence from Camp Pendleton just North, but I was pleasantly surprised when I discovered so much more. Oceanside has the diversity of a big city with the proud community and charm of a small town. On any given day you will see a soccer mom in her X5, a tattooed guy walking his pit bull, a gorgeous pro snowboarder girl at the local health food store, and a local band posting gig flyers. Pair that with the Marines who serve our country and the organic, eco-conscious movement and you have a beautiful little town called Oceanside. I think what I love most about living here is how this community thrives on its differences and finds respect for one another. Oh… and then there’s the promiscuous eating that I have become accustomed to this past year. Being a foodie, let me tell you: it. is. delicious.

Let’s start with my fave, Hill Street Cafe. This charming little yellow Victorian house was built in¬†1888 and is a California historical structure. The menu is huuuge and a bit overwhelming, but let me tell you, it’s ALL good. It has a delicious coffee bar, daily happy hour specials (with organic wine and honey mead!), and is certified as a green, organic restaurant. In fact the owner, Dan, brings in much of the produce from his own farm. If the vast menu wasn’t enough, you can also order from the hip sushi bar next door, The Fish Joint. Arguably the best fish in town, featuring local artists on the walls, and a soundtrack of anything from the Clash to Bob Marley. Did I mention the two restaurants share a beautiful courtyard with an art studio, koi pond, and a Thursday night open-mike?? Even if I didn’t live literally one block away, I would still be here everyday. Om-nom-nom…

¬† Hill Street Cafe and another gorgeous Oceanside¬†¬†sunset…

Next stop is a charming little health food store called Cream of the Crop. For over 20 years this family owned store has been taking care of the Oside community with a deli, juice and smoothie bar, and the best organic produce department in the North County. When my husband and I are home, we frequent the Crop for their banana-date smoothie with the monster addition ( bee pollen, vita-boost and other powdered yum-yums). The locals love this place and it is totally the norm to run into the likes of pro surfers, snowboarders, rock stars, and actresses. Wild.

Cream of the Crop

Thursday mornings brings us to the local farmer’s market where you can find vendors selling homemade essential oils, beautiful fresh flowers, and delicious locally grown organic fruits and veggies. Occasionally there is a Dutch woman selling freshly baked bread and even a little old bee-keeper! His honey is to die for, and the flavors range from Hawaiian Christmas Berry infused honey to my new favorite, Grapefruit Honey. Another highlight is the man with the happy chickens. He sells a dozen eggs for $3.00, re-uses your egg cartons, and tells stories about how happy his chickens are. They all have cute names,¬† are free range, and oh so loved by this charming man and his wife. And if, like me, a once a week trip to the farmer’s market isn’t enough, Carlsbad has one on Saturday and Wednesday afternoons just a couple of miles down the road. With markets like these and the Cream of the Crop, it’s so easy and fun to eat local and organic while staying on a budget.

Farmers Market Goodies!!!

If you’re looking for a sunset dinner with a gorgeous view of the harbor and the ocean, our next stop is the Lighthouse Oyster Bar. Located right at the Oceanside Harbor, this cute little rooftop restaurant has one of the best views in town. Their extensive wine list has a favorite of my husband and mine, the Vinho Verde from Portugal. It’s light and refreshing with a low alcohol content, perfect to pair with the fresh fish tacos (only $2 during happy hour!), steamed clams, and locally grown organic mixed salad. The menu is so reasonably priced and delicious that we have spent many sunsets working our way through each and every appetizer offered. This too, is a family owned establishment, with the owner making his rounds greeting the guests, and his talented father as the head chef.

Kaleo, his afro and I  (gotta love the Hipstamatic!)

Lighthouse Oyster Bar Sunset…

After eating so much delicious food, my guess is that you want to get some exercise, right? Well, one of our favorite things to do is walk the beautiful beaches. It literally goes on for miles! Since we live 4 blocks from the train station, it’s fun to hop the Coaster down to Carlsbad (about 4 minutes by train, and $5 fare), grab a light lunch and maybe catch a Euro league soccer match on tv, then walk the beach back to our house. The walk is about 5 miles and it is lovely. Of course if you’re looking for yoga I know the best little yoga studio in town. Ok, I’m biased because I own it, but it really is special. Yoga Oceanside is open 7 days a week with daily classes and monthly special events like workshops, concerts, Internationally recognized speakers, and a Yoga Teacher Training school. Our teachers are talented, welcoming, beautiful yogis who teach from their own practice. Try all of the classes and teachers with the new student special of 2 weeks unlimited yoga for $25.

Waiting for the train…

Kaleo taking a leisurely beach stroll…

Oceanside has gone through many phases and reputations over the years, but is now growing into her own little identity. One that is an eclectic mix of beach culture, a fun local music scene, health conscious yogis and world-class athletes, bohemian vintage clothing and antique stores, military families, and seasonal residents from all over the world. When I am not traveling, I really enjoy exploring Oceanside and discovering all she has to offer. See you on the beach!

Love,

Melanie

A Saturday in Portland, Rain or Shine

29 Oct

Morning. If the sun is shining, then we’re on our way to the bakery. If it’s raining, then we snooze a little longer. Rain or shine, we eventually make our way to New Cascadia Traditional. This isn’t just a bakery; this is a gluten-free bakery. Even if you’re not gluten-free, this is a wonderful place to eat. You would never know the difference. The earlier you get there the better, because the goods go fast. I would recommend on a warm day, the decaf iced chai and a pumpkin scone. And if it’s a rainy day, the steamed chai and a cheese bagel are a dream. If you’re with your family you can pull up a chair around the generous butcher-block table in the center of the bakery, or if you’re alone that day you can bring your laptop and hop on their wi-fi at a table near a window. I always go back for a second round in line to pick out a dessert, be it a German chocolate cupcake or a specialty peach cupcake, or a gluten-free cookie. Grabbing a sandwich or pizza as well to bring on a picnic lunch for later in the day is also part of the bakery ritual.

         

Afternoon. Heading east out of Portland on 84 to Wahclella Falls with the gorge and Washington on your left-hand side, and Oregon and at least 100 different falls on the right, including Multnomah Falls, we find a spot for an afternoon hike. Once we’ve driven for about 30 minutes we come to the opening of the Wahclella Falls trail. There are many people with their dogs, walking on the trail, viewing miniature falls along the way. If its raining, it’s a mystical place, if its sunny it’s a magical place. I would recommend bringing decent walking shoes, as there are many rocks and tree roots overwhelming the path. There are tall trees with the sun peaking through, and a large rock overhang overlooking a water basin where I imagine the fairies choose to live. 

         

         

Evening. We head west back into Portland for a superb meal of authentic Mexican food. After a refreshing day walking along a trail, a warm dinner in a lively and welcoming environment on Hawthorne Street is just what you need. Por Que No is the best taqueria  in the world. Ever. If you’re lucky and get there at a decent time you’ll be seated quickly, if you get there later and the line is out the door, it is worth the wait. If it’s sunny, you’ll be sitting in the back patio on an array of vintage seating, and if it’s raining you will sit inside. All of the food is fresh, home-made, and free range. I don’t want to recommend anything specific off of the menu, because everything is delicious.  I will say the homemade guacamole and tortilla chips are  quite possibly the best you’ll ever eat. You can also pick a drink that will be distributed from a large jug on a table, dished with a ladle, featuring flavors of kiwi mango and hibiscus flower tea. Every time there’s some strange new combination of tropical flavors to choose from, which all end up tasting delicious despite the off-putting combination of fruits.

         

         

                   

After a long day sipping creamy chia tea, taking a majestic hike, and soaking in the ambiance of a real Mexican restaurant, we head home and ponder another glorious day in Portland.

Angela

Wrapping up the Road Trip…Almost – Day 5.

1 Aug

This morning marks the 4th morning in a row¬†that we must get up –¬†cram all of¬†our¬†glorious¬†crap back¬†into our bags¬†– shower quickly and be checked out by 11.¬† Hotel hopping every night has its huge disadvantages. At least we gave up on the whole hurry and get up¬†so we can eat ¬†‘free sucky¬†breakfast’ days ago. The added pressure of being up by a certain time to eat was just too much. Very soon my friends –¬†we will actually be able to really ‘sleep in’ – lay around – do nothing- no agenda. To some that seems like the antithesis of a good time…for Angela and I at this point..it just sounds heavenly. Not to say we have not immensely enjoyed every second of every day and every single adventure – wether big or little.. we just need a break!

So on that note..we got up to scowling maids waiting for us to leave the Comfort Inn – Yes we were running late and I suppose they were not happy due to a little run in we’d had earlier.¬†¬†Around 8 am the two of them¬†were having a¬†very loud social chitty¬†chat right outside our door about who knows what..blah blah blah..and they did not like it when I threw the door open, in my underwear with extremely disheveled hair – and very loudly said “Can you please keep it down!!” ¬†We were in mormon country and I think the whole underwear door opening thing did not go over well. Their faces reeked of -oh my goodness – how improper you are lady and oops..we were gossiping way to loudly. Whatever. I mean who the heck are they in a hurry to get those rooms cleaned for?¬† We’re in the middle of nowhere checking out on a Thursday.. Moving on .. we made breakfast in the room, I whipped out a blog¬†(this takes at least an hour and a half)¬†and then it was all about getting to Vegas. BTW – in case you were wondering and you’ve come to realize what bed snobs we are – the mattresses were very comfortable!

We reminded ourselves that we really weren’t in a hurry and we weren’t going to let our desire to get to Vegas stop us from enjoying the drive and stopping when we felt inspired to. It was a gorgeous day – Only 104 outside and the miles between Richfield and Vegas were our oyster. ūüôā I think it’s really funny that I just typed ‘only 104’ in a sentence.¬† On a side note our stash of organic fruits, veggies and snacks was completely wiped out at this point. We were even out of sunflower seeds and we had listened to every CD I owned 67 times. At least I was no longer hung over.

We gassed up….only $41.72 to fill the entire diesel tank in the 335 and popped into the mini-mart to do a little souvenir shopping. Oh come on..you know those gas stations in the middle of nowhere have the best chotsky¬†souvenir crap anywhere and it’s usually like $3.00. I settled on a rose quartz crystal heart for only – yep you guessed it $3.00! Angie didn’t find any junk she had to have unfortunately. I almost talked her into a $4.00 Native American dream catcher – made in China. Oh yah. ¬†How she could pass that up I will never know. ūüôā hahaha

Thankfully the sky was clear and there was no sight of yesterdays torrential down pour/lightning storm.¬† After driving for about an hour we came across the exit for¬† Cove Fort…and drove right past it. Angie said she was too lazy to stop. A mile up the highway I used the police hiding spot in the middle of the road to make a U-turn¬† (should I be typing about my illegal doings?) and we went back. I’d stopped here once before and thought she would actually enjoy seeing¬†the fort¬†and it’s free to visit!

The Fort was¬†founded in 1867 by Ira Hinckley¬†at the request of Brigham Young. It was used by travelers for rest and protection when traveling the ‘Mormon Corridor’. Ira lived here with a lot of wives and children. He had 4 wives to be exact and 21 children. Holy Cow. The Fort has been completely restored to its original condition and is like a living antique. The Mormon Missionaries that tend to it are very friendly/welcoming and the grounds surrounding it are really quite beautiful. They encourage you to picnic and enjoy the atmosphere…and then try to convert you . JUST KIDDING¬†ūüôā

If your interested in learning more here’s a link to a Wikipedia page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cove_Fort

Back to the road. The rest of the drive was pretty mellow. A couple more souvenir stops, a convertible BMW with a bed and bed frame strapped to it-WTF, and a crazy man who wanted to race for a good 20 mile stretch after I sprayed his car with my windshield fluid only after he completely drenched the 335 with his first-¬†those were the highlights. Poor crazy guy…he couldn’t even hold a candle to the new Beemer. I know it’s not very nice but Angie and I just laughed and laughed – were not perfect you know…¬† Note to all readers.. do not clean your windshield when you are traveling at high speeds and there are cars closely behind you. It blinds the other drivers, can be very startling¬†when it hits the windshield¬†and is very inconsiderate – especially if you have just washed your vehicle. I gave my crazy man driver warning. A nod and smile and wave as we passed..and then a little baby spray before the big daddy. I think he secretly liked us and the attention.

Bed and frame strapped to convertible BMW.

We pulled into the Hard Rock Las Vegas’s valet line at 5:52. It’s an interesting feeling¬†driving into the gigantic energy of Vegas when you been traveling through small towns and gorgeous natural scenery. It’s like a whole new world and we were ready for it. After checking into our stellar room – with AMAZING beds- we headed straight to Pink’s for Happy Hour, 2 for 1 Cadillac Margaritas, and chicken nachos. You know we deserved it! Yes we wanted to also immediately go in the pool but it was closing. ūüė¶ We consoled ourselves by reminding each other we would be here until Monday and it was only Thursday.

The view from our french doors!!

I have to say that I think the cocktails napkins at Pink’s Taco’s sum of Vegas quite nicely… too funny!

So it’s with happy and sad hearts that we wrap up the actual road trip. What a grand ol’ adventure! That¬†sounds kind of corny A?¬†Whatever- sometimes we are cheesy! ūüôā ¬†So many very good times. Thanks for tagging along with us.¬†It has been really fun sharing with all of you and reading your comments and emails! ¬†I’m not going to blog the entire Vegas trip but I will write one blog summorizing and highlighting all the extra good parts in the near future. I still have to tell you about the undercover sting at 3Am. Oh my oh my.

Lots of Love,

Eden and Angela

Gluten Free Goodness and Lightning Strikes – Day 4 Part Two

29 Jul

We only spent an hour and a half at the Yampah¬†Caves… A girl can only be submerged in 110′ water and steam for so long. We left fresh-faced, bushy-tailed and famished. Literally starving.

Yes I know it’s blurry.. Sorry ūüė¶

Our food options can be limited.. as we have now found out in the great wide open..and being organic freaks and anti-chemical/preservative..we find we are regularly hungry. Hence Angie consuming so many sunflower seeds despite hating them.¬† I was so hungry at this point I was willing to forgo all of our food requirements (within reason, we could never do McDonald’s¬†– have you seen the 4-year-old¬†cheeseburger from there? google it)¬†– with the exception of the gluten thing-¬†so while Angie was jabbering away on the phone I pulled into the first mom and pop looking place I saw in Glenwood and gave her no chance to object.

We walked into Chomp’s Delicatessen¬†with growling¬†tummies¬†and nerves. I know we are weirdo freaks…at least we know this. We were greeted by the smiley smart assed¬†owner…a perfect match for us. We asked him 427 questions about his meats, veggies, preservatives etc; I know I said we were going to try to forgo our food requirments..but this is harder said than done. After successfully¬†satisfying all of our rigid standards..we sprung the big one on him.. he had to make our sandwiches on the loaf of bread I had in my car. Yes we carry bread. At this point he simply remarked – how did the two of you get anyone to marry you? Angie burst¬†into laughter…and then he made our sandwiches on our bread…actually he and Nelly made them..with love. ¬†I ordered a veggie sandwich with added Salami…yes¬†I know – an oxymoron. I’m Italian – I wish I did not like Salami..but I do – I love it. Angie had a straight veggie. The sandwiches were delicious in¬†every sense of the word. He toasted the bread and melted¬†provolone and sun-dried¬†tomatoes into¬†the bread..then layered them with fresh¬†basil,¬†ripe red¬†tomato, avocado, seasoning and for me salami. We ate them so fast we could not take a picture. We then fantasized about them regularly over the next few days. If you’re in the area you must go there¬†and tell Robert¬†the owner that ¬†the crazy road trip girls with their own bread sent you.. www.chompsdeli.com

Nelly and Robert – he had to cover his face because he said there were a lot of people after him..

Back on the road. Our main objective at this point was to cover as many possible miles as we could. The more we drive today Рthe less tomorrow and the sooner we would be in Vegas laying by the pool. The pool at the Hard Rock is a very powerful motivator for covering ground on the open highway. That and the cloud like dreamy beds, amazing view from our soon to be room, the $4 happy hour nachos and two for one Cadillac margaritas at Pink Taco. We were focused and motivated.

The next few hours were uneventful. We reminisced and told each other ‘remember when’ stories, surfed through¬†Sirius¬†radio, enjoyed the¬†Colorado Rivers beauty, headed into Utah…drum roll¬†and into an incredibly ¬†beautiful lightning storm. We were a little concerned that at some point we would be ‘in’ the lightning storm but we told our selves that the possibility of no rain existed and that we would not be struck. We were right on one¬† front ¬†and of course poor Angie was driving. I offered to switch 60 times but I think the prospect of me driving in the rain was scarier for her than the actual rain itself and her having to drive through it. She wouldn’t say that but I know that’s the truth! After 8 failed attempts to capture the lightning on video I hit¬†the jackpot.¬†¬†Video is about a minute long and if your impatient -giant lightning is in the last 10 seconds. ūüôā

And then the heavens parted and the rain started. Now it should be said that Angie lives in Oregon – rain central – and I lived in Hawaii for 7 years… lots of rain there too. Neither one of us had seen nor experienced rain like this. The drops were falling sideways, were the size of golf balls¬†and¬†it was so loud when it hit the car that ¬†we had to yell to hear each other speak. Everyone was driving 10mph¬†with their hazards on. At one point we decided we had to stop driving – it was just to dangerous-¬†so we pulled over into a rest area to wait it out. All of this was cramping our get to Vegas in a hurry style. Dang it. After a brief stop it did let up and we crawled back onto the highway.¬†¬†Sunflower seeds, cherries, grapes, blueberries¬†and cookies¬†were on the dinner menu-¬†we should have gotten¬†an extra sandwich from Chomp’s¬†to go…so we were hungry – again.¬† Fruit and seeds are not filling long-term¬†and we’d fight you over that. LOL

I’d bought a Caramello candy bar at a gas station – yes we were still getting unbelievable gas mileage in the diesel ūüôā – but Angie made me feel like I would die from consuming the chemicals on the spot so I threw it out after one bite.We drove until 11:30 that night and stopped at a Comfort Inn located right of the 70 in Richfield, Utah. Of course we called 14 places and asked how soft the beds were. Would you expect anything less from us? By this point we had figured out how to get all of our luggage out of the car and into the room in one attempt…it looked kind of like a long luggage train with the cooler in the middle and a bunch of stuff piled on top while we each wheeled one bag and carried another. We were really proud of this – big improvement from Day One…but a hysterical sight to see.¬†¬†We crawled into our soft¬†¬†beds absolutely utterly beat but with the thought of the Hard Rock pool embedded in the forefront of our minds.

¬†We had logged 501 miles and were definitely feeling it. Only one more day of driving and then 4 days of R&R! Road trips require a recovery vacation afterward. Seriously¬†ūüôā

xoxoxoxo,

Eden and Angela

3 In A King and A Super Hot Soak! Day 4 Part One.

28 Jul

Yes I know. This is late. Really late…and it’s¬†only Part One. Live blogging has it’s challenges..such as internet access and hangover recovery and long bout’s of driving. These things all factored into the delay this time. We are just full of excuses aren’t we? ūüôā Moving on…cuz’ the good news is… The first half of Day 4 is here now and the second half will be up tomorrow and then Day 5 is coming and VEGAS¬†– can you say undercover sting operation¬†with the¬†Las Vegas¬†Police Department! Seriously. ¬†I can make no¬†promises about attempting to keep this short.. It’s going to be a long one-¬†to much¬†good stuff to share – so pour yourself a¬†glass of¬†something and prepare for a¬†stiff read! LOL

After a restful night – kind of – no not really at all –¬†can three people sleeping¬† in¬†one King bed¬†that have¬†been drinking¬†really sleep soundly?¬†Nope.¬†¬†After trying to sleep…let me paint the picture for you… Angie squished in the middle (she’s the stillest) and Melanie and I each taking a side..we proceeded to all toss and turn and flip and flop from about 4 until 10. One slight little movement in such close proximity..everyone’s¬†up..we finally just decided – if one of us woke up – we would all use that as an opportunity to shift position. Very funny. And don’t get me started on how hot it was. One leg out of the covers..one leg in..upper half no covers..all covered up.¬† Back and forth. So we crawled out of bed after attempting to sleep around 11am. Quick pack and shower and we were out of the Monte Carlo AKA Roger Rabbit suite. The pics say it all. Giant yellow stripes, red¬†& black curtains, blue chair-¬†you get it.

Melanie had to be at the airport by noon…so we were on a mission. One of the greatest things about the nav system in the 335diesel¬†is that it adjusts your designated route minute by minute depending on the live traffic updates it receives via satellite. I have to do nothing..the sweet little voice in my car simply says – “Your route has been updated” LOVE THIS FEATURE. So needless to say – we made it to the airport on time and did not sit in any traffic. We did however reroute through what we thought was the projects in Denver. Always nice to see all sides of a city.

As soon as we dropped Melanie off we missed her. We considered kidnapping her and forcing her to road trip back with us but we didn’t have room for her and her luggage. We just had to bring all that dang crap. Darn it. As you will notice in the photo above Angie is wearing another one of her now infamous $9.99 Target dresses. Green in honor of Denver and the Rocky Mountains that¬†we still¬†had to drive over. Back to the road. Breakfast this morning consisted of sunflower seeds – Angie hates them but has now taken up eating them daily. The road calls for extreme measures. We also each had one of Holly’s cookies. Breakfast of champions.

We had¬† a big day ahead of us. A lot of miles to cover and I was not looking forward to a single one. There are approximately 773.07¬†miles between Denver International Airport and Viva Las Vegas. Under normal circumstances I love the road trip and all the miles…however I was not feeling so well today. I really didn’t drink that much..but between the altitude, lack of sleep and lack of food the night/day before.. I was hurtin’. Angie wasn’t in much better shape. We set the nav and headed west.

Todays main objective was specifically to cover miles..but what kind of road trip would it be without a few stops? Even if we¬†do have¬†mean headaches, are¬†pressed for time and on a mission.¬†In hindsight we probably should not of planned our longest driving day the morning after ‘Party Like A Rock Star’ was on our agenda. We¬†had a room booked at the Hard Rock in Las Vegas¬†starting Thursday¬†night…so technically we had about 30 hours to get there…that does¬†¬†leave plenty of room for a few little side adventures…

First spontaneous¬†stop..¬† Indian Springs Resort.¬† As we were driving through Idaho Springs I recalled hearing that there were great Hot Springs somewhere¬†in the area. A quick stop at the nearby Starbucks…free wife, 5 minutes on the google and voila! ¬†¬†We were only about a mile away. What sounds better than soaking in all natural hot springs when hung over? Nada. Indian Springs Resort was a ‘groovy’ place. Very rustic. Very Hippy. The Geo-Thermal soaking caves were originally mines that were later converted into tubs. They had a mineral pool, private soaking indoor tubs, soaking caves and outdoor soaking jacuzzi’s..all filled with naturally hot mineral water. Angie was¬†freaked out by the caves.¬† It was dark and really hot and kind of smelly – in her defense and I¬†was way to¬†‘headachey’ to attempt to talk her into it.¬†Then we saw a snake slither by as we were touring the outdoor tubs¬†and it was over. As we stepped off the red wood deck she said to me – “Eden – stop moving. Stand still. Stay calm. Don’t freak out.¬† There’s a snake” None of those words made me calm and not want to freak out. We were heading out – off to the next option. Detoxification through sweat and soaking would have to wait.¬†

Angie saying¬†“Hell no – It’s way to hottt!”

SNAKE! I swear it looks smaller than it was.

About 2 hours further west on Interstate 70 the Yampah Vapor¬†Caves¬†were calling our names. North America’s only all natural underground hot mineral water steam baths¬† are located in the¬†little town of Glenwood Springs Colorado. Same place coincidentally we had¬†found great lodging¬†(America’s Best Value Inn Day 2¬†with the kick butt pillow top mattresses) on our way to Red Rocks.¬† Hot mineral waters flow through the cave floors at 125 degrees F. to create¬†their¬†natural geothermal steam baths… cave temperatures average 110 -112 degrees F. It is freaking hot.¬†

¬†Your only allowed to stay down in the caves for 10-12 minutes at a time. You are instantly dripping sweat…there is access to cold water through a shower and hose located within the caves.¬† Large buckets/tubs are laying around¬†that people were filling and soaking their feet in while leaning back on large marble slabs. It felt great. It was really hot. Angie started panicking as soon as we headed down the stairs into the caves. She hung out by the entrance and remarked how sweaty I was every time I came to check on her ūüôā . She agreed to come into the caves only if I would have the cold shower running for her so she could aim for it upon her venture in. She ran straight¬†for it¬†– rinsed in cold quickly and ran straight out.¬† Again-¬†It was really hot. REALLY REALLY¬†HOT. Manager was great¬† – as were the staff.¬† A+ experience.

           

         

    

Have we established it was hot? ūüôā After the caves most people head into the solarium to cool off and then back into the caves…not us. We had arranged for a private soak in a tub filled with – yep you guessed it – REALLY¬†HOT mineral spring water.

The private tub soak¬†would be great for a ‘romantic’ little get away if your ever in the area with your special someone.. They had candles lit, a little tray all set up with ice-cold water and wash clothes¬†soaking in ice chips. Wait. Sweating profusely isn’t so sexy. So maybe not. Cancel romantic soak and fill in with hangover recovery instead ūüôā Ha Ha. I think¬†every drop of alcohol had sweated out of me by this point. Drinking 600 glasses of ice water probably helped as well.¬† I suppose the¬†Yampah Caves and Mineral Baths are great for both…Romance and recovery.¬† Eden… Angela…Eden…Angela…- what is that¬†we hear?¬†Oh yes..the sound of the road calling our names – and food. Yes we must have food. Cookies and seeds..not so good anymore.¬†

TO BE CONTINUED… ūüôā Chomp’s Delicatessen, lightning storms (we’ve got video)¬†and the worst rain either of us have ever experienced –¬†ever ever ever. I mean it was sideways people. ¬†How is that possible?

Love,

Eden and Angela

Still Trippin’ Day 3 – Unity Tour is calling!

22 Jul

Alright. Day 3. First we must apologize for the delay. The intention is for these to be written the ‘day after’ therefore this blog should of been written the morning of Day 4..but after the late night of Day 3…all we did yesterday was attempt to recover and drive as much as possible so that we could get to Vegas and finally stop driving for a few days. Recovery attempts were futile.. even a steam in North America’s only natural vapor caves and a dip in some amazing mineral hot springs..did not help. Details of those two super cool side stops¬†will be included in Day 4’s blog.¬† Also I will attempt to keep this blog short and sweet..in hindsight day 2 was so¬†long!!!

So we woke up..had breakfast in the cute little dining room off the office of America’s Best Value Inn and then headed straight for Vail. It was only a 35 minute drive from where we were so we arrived there in no time. After three times around the loopty¬†loo circle thing that takes you¬† into Vail..we just had to get a picture of the sign for you and it took 3 attempts.. ūüôā we drove into the village and found a place to park. Most of Vail -or¬†at least the heart of it and the village-¬†are pedestrian only zones. Quick walk from parking to the closest Starbucks for iced tea and wifi¬†signal. Right outside of there…in front of the little stream…that I talked about in the opening of the Day 2 post is where we blogged from. Oh and we ate some of Holly’s famous gluten free chocolate chips cookies that she made us before we left that have now become some sort of God-send on this road trip. Gluten free is not easy to come by out here in the great wide open.

Took a stroll through the village. Vail is beautiful. It reminded us both of a little ski village in Germany. People were friendly and there were lots and lots of doggies. Did  a little souvenir shopping, waded in some streams/fountains and just basically relaxed and enjoyed the beauty.

   

 

 

Then we got a text from Melanie saying “Where are you at? Radio station – quick Pepper interview and acoustic set and then Red Rocks..hurry up!” Oh snap dragon. We’d gotten carried up in the ‘doing nothing’ and lagged. Now we had to rush. Dang it. We headed straight for car..after a potty detour..no time to stop while driving from this point out..we were on a mission to get to the radio station STAT.

We made it. Barely.

Pepper rocked the radio station..this is normal ūüôā and then we were off to Red Rocks Amphitheater. Now I have to say..there has been a lot of build up around seeing this show at Red Rocks…everyone we talk to says it is an absolutely amazing venue. The amphitheater is built into natural red rocks, is unlike any place in the world¬†and the sound is superior. If your interested in learning more about the history….http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Rocks_Amphitheatre¬†. Oh I should probably mention.. besides that gluten free¬†cookie and a string cheese from the cooler..we had forgotten to eat. Not a smart choice when ‘party like a rockstar’ literally is on your agenda.

Melanie and Kaleo pre show.

Green Room

Up to the green room to wait¬†and start getting juiced up.¬†That is slang for¬†-drink¬†cocktails.¬† Another thing worth¬† mentioning… Angela and¬†I are not big drinkers. In fact were probably the cheapest dates you will find…so when you factor in that whole ‘we forgot to eat’ issue and¬†low alcohol tolerance.. you have¬†a lethal combination. LOL . Pepper got suited up – literally – in red swim trunks and zinc on their noses -this tours theme – is ‘Lifeguards’ They are saving lives every night…

Kaleo checking his ear piece.

They took the stage at 7 to a packed crowd in pouring down rain. Show was sold out and oversold i¬†think..numbers in the stands were around 10,000. That is a lot of screaming fans. People were going off. Pepper is infamous for being high energy and getting the entire crowd moving..and they did not disappoint. So proud of you boys! Oh how did I forget.. Kaleo¬†– guitar player and lead vocalist..is married to Melanie..one of our ‘global girls’ on the show. I’ve known Melanie for nearly 20 years and her and Kaleo have been married for 9 – I think? So hence the connection to Pepper for us and our backstage access to all their shows.

Offspring played second and 311 closed things out. We watched some of it from the sound booth-¬†best spot in the venue for¬†amazing sound and some of it on the side of the stage. Then the real fun began – AFTER PARTY on da’ tour bus. Now unfortunately¬†there is a strict – No Photo’s on the bus policy in constant enforcement by Pepper’s tour manager -Coach… Coach regularly¬†enjoys scolding me and ‘coaching me’ or should¬†I say – I’m almost always getting ‘coached’ by the coach. Personal note to you Coach.. I know deep down inside you are nice – I experienced you being friendly one time-¬†in Aspen – a year and¬† half ago when you were very intoxicated and one time at Melanie’s birthday party! And you always shake it when da’ bus turns into Dance Party USA.. in fact you asked for Dance Party¬†Wednesday¬†night¬†cuz you know I bring it!!! ¬†I know the whole ‘meanie’ thing is just an act. ¬†Moving on – I wonder why they have that no photo rule? HAHAHAHHA . I did make a movie of Pepper’s infamous Intern busting out the moves – super late night as we were shutting down the bus. Enjoy.

Super proud of Angie – she was nodding off and yawning by¬†10 and she stuck it out all night long. You little trooper-¬†I knew you had it in you. So when we got to the bus we were greeted by an enormous plate¬†of all organic homemade nachos – covered in giant chunks of avocado – made with love by Kaleo. They may of been¬†the best nachos ever and he must of been¬†psychic. All we talked about the entire way back to the bus was how starving we were. We engulfed the best nachos ever and spilled on my white pants doing so. Didn’t even care.¬†We had made a quick stop by catering underground at red rocks right after Pepper played… but there really wasn’t any time to eat. Angie did manage to swallow a yogurt while Kaleo¬†attempted to get me to shot-gun beers. THANK SWEET BABY JESUS I am allergic to beer (gluten). I was already quite liquored up from my one cocktail. Not kidding.

Catering – Notice red rock wall!

Alrighty..I’ve got to wrap it up..check out time was an hour and a half ago and I’m feeling like any minute now someone is going to barge down the door and kick us out.

To temporarily wrap up the tour thing.. im inserting a clip from 311’s drum solo that I shot from on stage and later I’ll come back and stick some more great pics in.

Lastly we retreated back to our Monte Carlo suite at Hotel Monaco in downtown Denver after a teary goodbye to Kaleo, Dub and Intern- AKA Monkey! Thanks for hooking us up with the suite Mr. and Mrs. Kaleo Wassman and Pepper hotel bookers! Much obliged! And BTW.. we are heading into Vegas and not sure what the wifi situation is going to be?????

Still recovering,

Eden and Angela