For my husband’s birthday this year, we went to Merida, a historic colonial city 4 hours from Cancun. Merida’s been on our radar for almost a year. When we start to feel tired of the city–wanting more space, wanting to feel like we have an adult home and not this crappy apartment that we spend more on than most people do on their mortgages–we pretend it’d be easy to drop everything and buy a house in Merida, sight unseen. So to make that fantasy seem a bit more attainable, we visited.
Bermuda definitely fits my sensibility.
I never know what to say about vacations though. Sitting on a beach with a beer in hand is certainly my idea of perfection. Cruising, however, is not. So I’ll do a little list instead.
We had an amazing dinner at Barracuda Grill. I’d rank it as one of the best of my life–but we were coming off of three days of cruise food, so maybe my assessment is overly generous.
The most interesting part of the trip was our 40 minute cab ride from Hamilton back to the ship dockyards. Our cabbie was so friendly, I found out all the particulars of living on the island, including the cost of health insurance! (The key, apparently, is to get off the island as much as possible. And shop in the States).
We had mused about renting scooters before the trip, but after surviving the bus system there, I am thankful we did not go that route. The roads are extremely windy, and all two-lane–dangerous conditions for riding a scooter on the opposite side of the road. Yikes!
All of the homes are candy-colored pastels. It’s beautiful. They dot the hills like Easter candy.
The water is the most exquisite shade of turquoise.
The Bermuda Perfumery in St. George is worth the 40 minute ferry just to see the inside of a Colonial home. Stunning, and I walked out with a little bottle of perfume for my birthday!
I slept through two days on the ship while we cruised. I’ve always had trouble with motion sickness due to an inner ear problem, but oh my. The boat knocked me out. I still feel hung over from that part!
This is all to say, Bermuda is a lovely country and I’d love to fly there again some day. No boats!
Cutting out a little early here for the weekend, with a 7 am flight to Baton Rouge for a family wedding. We definitely could use a break from the job search process!
This will be my first southern wedding and I am SO into it. Everything has been incredibly formal so far, down to the completely hand-calligraphed invitations, that I cannot wait to see this reception. Going to be gorrrrgeous.
“Wheels up!” is a semi-regular tweet from this girl. She’s a jetsetter as far as Southwest Airlines is concerned, so you’d be silly not to send your friend packing with these trinkets for travel!
A chic passport cover is the de rigueur, plus facial mist in case she misses the hot towels, and an eye mask with a nod to her humble beginnings! Not to mention, you can’t travel without a matching pair of PJs or a roomy tote for local treasures.
It wasn’t until moving to the East Coast that train travel became a possibility, and dear lord, I love it. Zero hassle, no security lines, and, hello, a cafe car. I’ve always loved road trips, but train travel is a whole other level.
On our trip back from DC this weekend, we rode in the dining car, instead of attempting to find two coach seats together. Being the AMC nerd that I am, it reminded me of the scene in White Christmas where they all stayed up in the dining card singing a hokey song. But I loved it. We shared one side of the booth, watching West Wing on the laptop, as the scenery went by. One of those little moments I’m going to lock away. Sometimes the destination is just an excuse for a journey.