Monday, June 14, 2010

In search of "the friendly skies"


In search of “the friendly skies”

My step-daughter is preparing to take her first plane ride—EVER. I’m ashamed that she is nearly 17 years old and has not yet experienced this phenomenon—the feeling I love so much, of lifting off and crossing miles and miles of globe in mere hours, of going to someplace new, of seeing new things, new people … new, new, new.

But there have been obstacles—which I must not discuss here—that have prevented us from getting her onboard an aircraft before now. I’m excited for her, knowing the butterflies will be fluttering in her stomach, and how everything she’ll see and do from the moment she lifts off until she finds herself on the return flight will be an entirely NEW experience to her. Surely the travel bug will sink its teeth into her, as it did to her step-mother so many years ago.

Speaking of air travel …

Does it seem as though the backlash from all the baggage add-on fees has done any good? Or have you found airlines that are still charging out the wazoo for one, two, or more bags? I still don’t know why they don’t just factor that into the airfare. No one would have batted an eye had they done that.

I hear they’re considering doing away with peanuts:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/06/12/peanut-ban-on-airplaines-_n_610247.html?ir=Food
The risk of food-allergy illness seems enough reason to do this. Besides, will anyone REALLY miss that miniscule bag of overly salted peanuts? It only makes you want to drink more, and by the way, that’ll cost you, too.

Here are a few “tips” for surviving modern-times air travel:
http://lifehacker.com/5561002/top-10-strategies-for-surviving-airports-and-airplanes
Though I TOTALLY disagree with the “check your pistol” strategy, unless you’re trying to get yourself on some “watch list.”

Here are a few airlines said to “do it right:”
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/05/27/the-best-airlines-in-the_n_591738.html

Friday, June 11, 2010

MG's been to the desert (minus the no-named horse).


Photo by Mary Gay Marchese, 2010. All Rights Reserved.


Photo by Mary Gay Marchese, 2010. All Rights Reserved.


Photo by Mary Gay Marchese, 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Photo by Mary Gay Marchese, 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Mangoes!


My husband loves mangoes (especially spiced-up in salsa), so I post this for him:


I have two issues with mangoes:

1.) I think they're deceptive. You cut them open and expect the juicy pink-orange meat to be sweet, only to find that they sort of taste like carrots. Not that that's a bad thing. I like carrots, but I wouldn't make a shake out of them.

2.) Perhaps my skepticism about mangoes dates back to sixth grade when I attempted to pick one from a tree near our home in Venezuela, only to anger a nest full of hornets. Ouch.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Becky is "parked" in Amsterdam for a few years.


Beatrixpark, Amsterdam. Photo by Becky Churilla, 2010, All Rights Reserved.

Serenity now. Beatrixpark, Amsterdam. Photo by Becky Churilla, 2010, All Rights Reserved.

Blijburg Beach, Amsterdam. Photo by Becky Churilla, 2010, All Rights Reserved.

The pool at Beatrixpark, Amsterdam. Photo by Becky Churilla, 2010, All Rights Reserved.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Things We Like: Ceviche!


I tried ceviche for the first time, relatively late in life. We were living in Norristown at the time—right in the heart of the hood on West Main Street. Our best friend in the neighborhood lived two doors down—Guatemalan Gus. Gus had a heart of gold, a certain joy that radiated and infected others. If Norristown had an unofficial mayor, it was Gus; he called the shots—maybe because of his happy demeanor, or maybe because he always looked a little crazed, with his long, thick, black mane flowing, and his omnipresent sunglasses, which sat on his nose even in the dead of night.

One night, Gus came to the door and asked if we’d already had dinner. We hadn’t, and were instantly grateful, for when Gus cooked, we were well fed. We told him we hadn’t, and welcomed him into our dark, dated kitchen, where he produced some limes, cilantro and hot peppers from his pockets, and pulled a not-long-dead squid from a soggy paper bag. He made quick work, dicing and chopping and mixing.

When the ceviche was all assembled and colorful in the bowl, he declared, “And now we have a beer!” Which we did—or maybe it was three—and by the time our thirst was quenched, the squid had stewed perfectly in the lime juice. It was tender and tart and spicy, and “so easy to make,” we marveled. And it is. Any garden variety shellfish or seafood will do—the rest of the staple ingredients easy and cheap to procure.

Gus’ ceviche was excellent, but the best I’ve ever had comes from Los Sarapes in Horsham, PA. It’s consistently divine.
http://www.lossarapeshorsham.com/

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

MG went to Central America


A Costa Rica sunset. Photo by Mary Gay Marchese, 2010, All Rights Reserved.


Boat trip. Flores, Guatemala. Photo by Mary Gay Marchese, 2010, All Rights Reserved.



Tamarindo, Costa Rica. Photo by Mary Gay Marchese, 2010, All Rights Reserved.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Billy takes on Clearwater Beach


Umbrellas, ellas, ellas, ey. Photo by Billy Whartenby, 2010, All Rights Reserved.


Sugar Sands. Photo by Billy Whartenby, 2010, All Rights Reserved.


Palm trees. Photo by Billy Whartenby, 2010, All Rights Reserved.