The street outside Bryce’s grandma’s house can be lively during the day with cars rushing by and honking their horns, or people calling out to each other. She lives in Cali, Colombia.
The other day as we ate breakfast, I heard someone yelling through a loud speaker outside.
“Is it something political?” I asked Bryce.
“No, it’s a man selling avocados. Come look!” he replied, as he peeked through the blinds of a window facing the street.
I walked over to the window just in time to see the man pushing his cart, and surprised to see he only had like four avocados!
He also wasn’t yelling through a microphone. He was playing a pre-recorded recording to make his avocado sales.
We were unsure if he perhaps already sold most of his avocados, or if he just didn’t have a lot to sell to begin with.
All I know is that I would love to have an avocado vendor walk the streets outside of my house so I could have the opportunity to buy fresh avocados. That’s pretty much the dream. For those of you thinking it: Amazon Fresh doesn’t count!
Even on days when we aren’t out doing things all day, I am either too tired, eating or spending time with family (as this trip to Colombia was to mainly visit Bryce’s grandma).
So, how do you make time to blog while traveling? Do you just jot down notes and write posts when you are back home? Do you just “make the time” while traveling and crank out posts instead of sleeping? Do you do something in between the two? Or, something else?
This newbie travel blogger would like to know your secret!
I know there is no right or wrong answer, but it was something that I was thinking about as the days quickly have passed by and I have not written a new post.
And, while I’m here I guess I’ll give you a few Colombia travel updates:
The fruits and plants here are amazing! Both to look at and eat. I could eat avocados every day.
The people here are so nice and welcoming.
I have about a dozen mosquito bites — per leg.
Despite being only three hours ahead of home (Seattle), I feel like my sleep schedule is waaayyy off. But, I’m really “only” in East Coast time right now!
More things to say but I’ll probably have to write it all after the trip, as we are getting close to our departure … sigh …
I’m currently sitting in the SFO airport as I wait for our second flight (out of four flights to Colombia). It seems like an appropriate time to get some blogging done.
When family heard that Bryce and I planned to go into the city during our eight-hour layover in San Francisco, we received a lot of questions like, “Are you going to have enough time?” and “Doesn’t the BART take forever?”
And now since our layover would be a little shorter due to a cancelled flight, we were even more determined to make it happen, and make the most out of our time in San Francisco. Besides, who wants to wait in a crowded, chaotic airport for six or eight hours when you could … just not?
As we exited the San Francisco airport, I noticed a really long security line of departing passengers. Even the TSA Pre-check line was pretty long.
“This makes me nervous,” I said to Bryce as I pointed to the crowds. “We’re going to have to wait in that when we come back to the airport.”
“It’s OK. We have plenty of time. And, we’ll be at a different terminal,” he replied.
We took the BART into the city and got off in The Mission where my one mission was to get bubble tea from Boba Guys. (Look them up if you have not heard of them! And, visit one of the many SF locations next time you’re here!)
It was sunny and cool, maybe in the mid 50s — perfect weather for walking around. We first walked to Dolores Mission Park because Boba Guys wasn’t opened yet. Spent some time there and then headed for Boba Guys. I love matcha and decided to switch up my order and tried their strawberry matcha milk tea with boba. (Also, I say this as if I am a frequent customer but I have only been twice … twice in the same weekend trip!) I wish we had better bubble tea options in Seattle — where the tea is made from real tea and not the powder! — but those thoughts are for another time!
After feeling content and happy with my boba drink, we ate lunch at a chic-hipster-like restaurant where Bryce had a Cuban and I had a veggie rice bowl. (They had bananas as wallpaper in their cute bathroom so I’m pretty sure that’s considered a hipster establishment, right?) It was around the corner from Boba Guys so we went for convenience’s sake, but the food was good!
We didn’t want to risk being late for our second flight so we headed back to SFO via the BART after lunch. There was a Latin band playing “Oye Como Va” as a crowd gathered and watched across the street from a farmer’s market by the BART station. It was so lively, I wished we had more time but then reminded myself that this is just a layover.
As we rode the BART back to the airport, I told Bryce I was going to “give a little prayer to Buddha” so that we’d have a non-stressful experience through the security screening at the airport. I really did not want to spend an hour waiting in line.
It was the total opposite.
From the first checkpoint where the agent checks your ticket to make sure you have TSA Pre-check (which we do,) to going through the X-ray machine and getting our carry-on bags back, it was a total of two minutes — or even less! t was such a pleasant surprise. Maybe two other passengers were around.
My prayer to Buddha worked! Or, it may just be that no one flies Southwest because this terminal we are at is only for Southwest flights.
Either way, I’d say this was a very successful San Francisco layover!
I don’t know what happened to all of my time but the week came to an end and I was scrambling at midnight to pack for my Colombia trip. To clarify, I was packing at midnight for a morning flight where we’d be leaving the house at 4 am!
Trying to find all my summer clothes — since I hadn’t touched any of it in Seattle for several months — I heard Bryce yell in frustration from the living room.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as he starred at his computer screen.
“Our flight just got canceled,” he replied.
“WHAT??” I shouted as suddenly a series of spiraling events started infiltrating my mind. But, then I followed with “Which one?”
After all, we’d be taking four flights to get to Colombia.
Once he explained that it was our first flight — yes, the one that was supposed to start boarding in approximately five hours — and that the airline booked us on another flight two hours after our original scheduled departure, I felt a little better.
We were originally going to have an eight-hour layover in San Francisco where we had planned to go into the city to hangout and grab lunch. Now this time would decrease to six hours. I guess that would be fine.
My dad was going to drive Bryce and I to the airport for our original flight and hang out in the area for a bit to wait for the arrival of relatives who’d be coming into town to spend Christmas with my parents. And now with this shift in flight times, everything may be a bit more convenient for my dad, the family Lyft driver.
I got like two hours of sleep. Woke up around 4 am to touch base with my dad to let him know of the new flight time (as he was obviously asleep when we first learned of the change). Went back to sleep for an hour. And then we headed to the airport around 5:45 am.
Our relatives texted my dad saying that they had landed at the airport as we were on our way there.
“The timing of all of this may be spot on,” my dad said.
And, it was!
As we were literally like two minutes away from the terminal, my uncle texted my dad — whose phone I was managing as my dad drove — and said they had gotten their bags and were waiting at the curb of arrivals.
When my dad pulled up, we all surprised my uncle, aunt and cousin as they were not expecting to see Bryce and I. We gave each other hugs and helped them with their luggage.
“It’s like we’re two ships crossing in the night!” my aunt said.
It was all perfect timing. Despite a brief — no more than four-minute interaction — I was so happy to see my relatives, who I’d be missing with going to Colombia. My family, including my extended relatives, are very close and we usually all spend Christmas together.
Who would have thought that all of this was made possible by a short-notice canceled-flight.
A few weeks ago if you had asked me if I had done any “Christmas activities” my answer would have been “no” followed by a long sigh. (I love Christmas and everything about the holiday season — with a hard exception for eggnog).
To make sure I efficiently and effectively got into the Christmas spirit, I changed that a week ago.
Phyllis and I postponed our holiday of fun to holiday afternoon tea at Queen Mary Tea in North Seattle. Why afternoon tea?
We decided on afternoon tea at this specific location because of their holiday decor and atmosphere. And, secondly, we both love tea. (Also, I’ve never been to a proper high or afternoon tea!)
It did not disappoint. There were more nutcrackers and Santa Claus’s than I could count! Even the sugar bowl had red and green sprinkles in it! I had a white chai tea and Phyllis a hazelnut tea as we stuffed ourselves with sweet and savory treats.
At one point, the owner came by our table and asked us if we’d like to try “Christmas cookie” as she stood holding a tray of what did not look like Christmas cookies. Phyllis and I sort of starred blankly at her. I was trying to make sense of what she had just asked us. I looked at the tray again and thought maybe the little cups with what looked like liquid in them were jello shots? Christmas jello shots doesn’t seem like an afternoon tea thing, I told myself before saying anything aloud.
“Christmas cookie — it’s one of our seasonal teas,” she said, since Phyllis and I still hadn’t said anything.
“OHHHH.” we both replied in unison as we each reached for the small tea sample.
As the woman walked away we both bursted out laughing.
“I had no idea what she was talking about at first!” I said.
“ME TOO!” Phyllis replied.
I guess this is one reason we are such good friends — when we hear “cookie”, we expect to see a a sugary baked good!
As the years pass by, this phrase has more and more clout for me.
There is constantly construction going on downtown. More and more transplants arrive in droves to work at Amazon, or the next up and coming start-up. There are just fewer and fewer Seattleites in Seattle. It’s a known fact.
I was born in Seattle. I was raised in Seattle. I attended Seattle Public Schools. Even for college, I didn’t go far. I went to UW. I also currently work for an organization that has “Seattle” in its name … but this is just coincidental. I’m not selecting my place of employment based on its name!
I’m the person who gets annoyed when I hear people say they are from Seattle but really they are from Shoreline, Lynnwood or even Tacoma! This is equivalent to New Yorkers hating it when folks from New Jersey say they are from New York.
I can’t say I love the grey, because I don’t. But, living here for more than 30 years has taught me to love the rain.
Today I walked along Alki in West Seattle and was (again) reminded how special it is here. We have water. We have mountains. And, yeah, we have rain and traffic and roads with potholes that don’t get fixed … but, this city is a special place.
Bryce and I spotted a seal bopping its head up and down along the beach as we walked. We also saw a dolphin (or two?!) out in the distance. It’s no surprise to see wildlife other than seagulls in Puget Sound, but you still get that kid-on-Christmas-day-feeling deep inside when you do.
We were the only ones to spot these friends as other walkers and runners just went on by.
I’m not sure when Bryce and I decided to go to New Zealand.
When we got engaged at the end of October 2017, obviously everyone wanted to know the who/what/where/whens of the wedding. I more so wanted to get planning on the honeymoon.
Once we had the venue locked down, I made sure to constantly bring up conversations on where we would honeymoon.
It wasn’t that hard picking New Zealand. Our main criteria for our destination was to go somewhere international that neither one of us had ever been to. We also wanted some place where there would be lots of options for outdoor activities and being in nature.
New Zealand naturally came up as a good choice.
I think our conversation went something easy like this:
Kristin: I want to go to Greece … or New Zealand. Bryce: Let’s go to New Zealand. K: Yes! Should we go to Australia and New Zealand? B: We’ll only have time for New Zealand. K: OK, New Zealand it is!
Whenever it comes up in conversation that I am going to New Zealand, or when someone asks me where we went/are going on our honeymoon, the same question always comes up: Why New Zealand?
Bryce says he gets the same first question among his friends and colleagues.
I’m assuming people ask because from Seattle, it’s so far away and takes “forever” to get to. I’m also guessing people ask because maybe if people were to choose between Australia and New Zealand, they’d pick Australia?
Would we be getting the same question had we picked Mexico? Or, Greece? Or, somewhere in Europe?