An English Weekend - Part 2

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An English Weekend - Part 1

The Layover

Fate is the only explanation. I had not intended any trips, least of which across the Atlantic on a whim for just a weekend. Sure, living in Boston or New York might make such a proposition seem more reasonable - it takes the same time to fly to L.A. as to London. From central Texas, it's a different story. Admittedly even after declaring my willingness to consider the offer, the universe hadn't yet spoken to me to tell me that this was its desire, what was meant to be. The confirmation came Tuesday night - I needed to leave in 36 hours. 

Riviera Maya

More than just an Ocean View Room

When friends found out Alex and I were going to Cancun, the first question they asked was which resort were we staying at? I admit it wasn't the first time friends have made such general assumptions about travel habits to major destinations. We had no intention of staying in a resort, let alone in Cancun, instead opting to rent a car and head south away from touristy crowds towards the more secluded Riviera Maya. Speeding down the two-lane highway past mega golf/beach resorts with titanic-sized entrances lavishly adorned with fountains, fire pits, and architectural marvel rivaling the Las Vegas strip, we arrived in the laid back seaside town of Akumal.  

Diving the Cenotes

The Pit

We gasped for air upon entering the chilly, calm water surrounded by towering limestone walls. Clear cerulean water transitioned into darkness as we descended one-hundred-thirty feet into the abyss performing a never ending repetition of equalizing the pressure in our body.  We gazed at mammoth stalactites dangling on the cavern walls whilst avoiding collision with a mountain of boulders protruding centrally from the cave bottom. Atop the mountain was a tree perched as if it were a king on his throne. Approaching our bottom limit, my eyes were drawn to the cavern's vastness evoking our true insignificance. Millions of years created the "Pit" while fifteen-thousand years ago melting glaciers filled the Cenotes, effectively locking the formations in a permanent time capsule.

San Francisco - The Minimoon

Looking down from Twin Peaks

When Alex and I moved stateside, I hadn't quite foreseen him showing me around a place in my country that I had never before visited. I had also never imagined that my "honeymoon" would be spent literally in the world's gayest city - oh the irony! At long last reaching our end of the Pacific Coast Highway having passed towering redwoods and magnificent, sun drenched beaches, we arrived at the City by the Bay.

Cruising the Pacific Coast Highway

It started long ago with a dream: to one day cruise the majestic Pacific Coast Highway, a journey by way of long roads winding around mountains edging the great Pacific. Breathtaking scenery lurked around every turn. Having already had a taste of the journey before when I went to Santa Barbara, I was sure great surprises would lay along the road ahead. Unfortunately as so often happens, the weather was against me. Low lying clouds and intermittent rain showers dampened the mood. Still, I enjoyed the trip for what is was: another chance to explore the unknown. 

L.A. Escapades

Pasadena City Hall

I was very fortunate to escape Austin's horrendous summer weather to the cool, sunny climate of Malibu. Six weeks in Southern California was a godsend physically and emotionally; spiritually, it marked a triumphant return to the destination of my very first "trip" from 1994 when Uncle Rick brought me to L.A. for a weekend. I hadn't ever returned, but since that fateful trip left me spoiled after flying first class sipping endless cokes from a champagne flute, my journeys had taken me through a world far greater than I had ever dreamed. Spoiled then became humbled now - I boarded the private plane in Austin bound for a new journey - one that would bring all the training from years with Uncle Rick into play. Now, it was my turn to be the teacher, to bear the torch of inspiration for another generation of wild babies. Of course, it could only have started in L.A.

Paris - The Many Memories

Uncle Rick first took me and my brother Watson to Paris in 2001 for our 13th and 16th birthdays respectively. Having made all As and Bs in school that year, this was the trip I had finally earned. I was giddy as a school boy (well, I was a school boy) as departure day approached, thrilled to experience my first trip out of the country. We set out from Richmond to Paris via Cincinnati on an Air France 747 - up to that time the biggest plane I had ever been on. Though I was no stranger to flying, the turbulence we endured on that flight was so severe I doubted we would ever survive. My only recourse was to close my eyes and pray to awake in France.

Argentine Cuisine

Argentina is all about meat. I don't recall eating any vegetables, which explains why I gained 6 lbs on my trip - and perhaps was a reason for being so tired. The food scene doesn't utilize vast arrays of spices in the cooking, which can lead to the food being sometimes bland. As far as cooking, always ask for meets to be cooked rare because they easily overcook them to the point that medium = well done!

Nevertheless, I had some delicious meals at several of the very best restaurants in South America. Best part besides the food were the prices. At our wonderful Blue Market rate, no meal costs more than $100 USD - (2 people, dessert, bottle of wine, gratuity). 

La Cabrera (#17 best restaurant in Latin America)
- its all about meat here - only need small dishes to cleanse pallet.

Sweet Breads and Intestines 

San Carlos de Bariloche - Patagonia

Uncle Rick and I left Buenos Aires and headed south to Patagonia for some much needed rest & recreation. Along the eastern edge of the Andes lies an alpine lake district, and our destination, San Carlos de Bariloche. The area could best be described as a untouched version of Switzerland, an outdoor lover's paradise. From the airport we passed several ecosystems - beginning on the edge of the desert and ending in an alpine forest. 

Lake Moreno 

I'm new...Buenos Aires

People of Argentina - I send you the gift of The World of Anton…. 

**Cue the music..**

Picked up by the driver known as John Boyle, the 'go-to' man for the fast track tour, his insights of town means you'll never get bored. He gave me a taste of the best B.A. has to offer, but when there's so many things on offer, choosing's hard!  

Brazilian Christmas

Thiago, Me, and Uli

Simply stated, the weather was against me. What was supposed to be a few pleasant days at the beach over Christmas ended up being a blah, 'this just wasn't meant to be' experience. My friend Thiago, who I met in Brazil through Alex, had invited me here from Buenos Aires to relax after the long journey. Neither of us could foresee the weather how it was, but we made the best of our time together. 

A Week in Provence

While spending the summer of 2004 in France, my godfather, Uncle Rick, came to visit. Mentor, motivator, creator, role model - if there is anyone I owe (or can blame) for inspiring me to get out and see the world, it's him. A fellow francophile and my benefactor, it was no surprise he wanted to come check in on me. We decided to rendezvous in Nice.

Obviously this is not my photo. Promenade d'Anglais. 

Alsace, France - The Summer That Changed My Life

Garden in Thanvillé

When I was 13, I started working as a busboy at a small French restaurant called La Petite France. The owners, Chef Paul Elbling and his wife Marie-Antoinette, were good friends of my parents and my godfather (who had taken me there for dinner the night I was offered a job). After some time working at the restaurant, Chef Paul told me that since I was learning French in school and had straight A's that if I wanted I could go live with his family in Alsace for the summer. 

When my father came to the restaurant to pick me up one evening (but not before socializing with the last remaining patrons), Chef Paul strategically made the offer again, this time in front of my father. As I turned to my dad with that look on my face saying, "Father, may I?," he quickly added, "If Mack Brown (head coach of U Texas football) has a summer camp in France then you can go." Honestly, my heart sank a bit, only to float back to the surface with a wonderful inflatable I call determination. 

Colombian Countryside

We left at 5:30 Thursday morning for the Colombian countryside. Diego's car isn't permitted inside Bogota after 6:00am so we had to rush out of the city.  It was a long drive through beautiful mountains and valleys until we finally reached our destination of Villa de Levya. Isolated even by today's standards, it was built some 400 years ago as a monastic retreat as well as a quiet place where soldiers retired. Back in those days most people did not survive the journey for any number of reasons - bandits, natives, disease, and fatigue. 

Main Plaza with Church, Villa de Leyva

Cartagena - Jewel of the Caribbean

A jewel in the Caribbean crown steeped in history dating back nearly five centuries, remnant of the once vast Spanish colonial empire. Cartagena is alive today as much as it was in its heyday as a thriving port city and center of trade in the New World. For Alex and I, it was the perfect place to commence our adventures in Latin America. 

Cartagena contrasts between old and new: Bocagrande with its high rises and seaside hotels is reminiscent of Miami beach while the quaint streets of Gestramani are lined with tiny, colorful houses and daring graffiti art. We quickly discovered that the action was in the historic district - the fortified city. These walls were taller, wider, and far longer than Galle Fort in Sri Lanka (previous trip). It evoked all the images and romance of Pirates of the Caribbean, not surprising since it is a favorite hangout of tourists and locals alike. People walk endlessly around the ramparts looking down at the narrow, cobblestone streets lined with buildings painted in vibrant colors. 

Colombian Cuisine

The food in Colombia was absolutely incredible. Having a native friend as our guide was wonderful since he was able to point out all the local, indigenous foods and delicacies to try. Below you will find several of the highlighted dishes. 

Pan de Yoca, Empanada, Arepa, Butifarra

Bogota

Bogota a la funicular 

Our flight to Bogota was delayed 4.5 hours, so it wasn't until 2:30am we arrived. Waiting for our luggage at baggage claim, we noticed a large group of people pressed against the glass wall. All of a sudden, an outburst of clapping and cheers drew our attention to a huge Colombian family - men, women, and children of all ages, more than a dozen people - holding signs welcoming one person. All I could think of was Gloria's Colombian relatives from Modern Family. 

Diego met us at the airport and together we whisked our way through Bogota's clogged highways and streets avoiding maniacal drivers and street performers literally performing in the street. (Take a note US panhandlers: learn to juggle or something entertaining - people will be more likely to give you something.) Thanks to Diego's aggressive driving we avoided rush hour and more importantly the daily monsoon. We parked next to his alma mater, the University of the Andes (most prestigious in Colombia) and walked downtown to lunch. A cool fountain runs down the length of the street. Locals tease that the homeless bathe in it. 

RMS Queen Mary - Long Beach, CA

Long Beach is home to an iconic treasure, a perfect fusion of two of my favorite subjects: maritime vessels and history. Having sailed on her protégé  the time had come to homage to this most tantalizing lady of the seas: The Queen Mary.

I am always on the lookout for educational opportunities for the kids, and hoped that the immense energy given off by this ship would inspire them to continue seeking out cultural diversions wherever they are. Queen Mary did falter. 

36 Hours in Paris

Paris: the city of light and the city of love. For me, there is nothing quite like it anywhere in the world. Writers, artists, musicians, poets, and tourists alike have for centuries been drawn to this magical city. I myself have made the 'pilgrimage' no fewer than five times thus far, each visit different from the last. Of course one tends to see some of the same places over and over again, yet somehow the perspective always seems quite different and often enjoyably surprising. It was no coincidence that when booking our flights to Europe the best option brought us to Paris - nine long years since I'd last visited. Though we were only allotted a short time, it was enough for me to give Alex his first taste of France. 

Arc de Triomphe