Project LIFE: road rules 

Project LIFE: road rules 

This year I had a crazy stint of traveling which took me to 10 countries in 10 weeks! As I described in my blog post, I hadn’t quite put together in my head the magnitude of my travel schedule but I knew I’d be on the road a while and one of the first things I considered before I began my traveling was how I would maintain my new weight on the road. When I look back, I basically instituted a few rules which I plan to continue to use in the future. My life  and work often has me traveling about 30 to 50% of the time so it’s not an option to just take a break from working out or lax too much on my eating when I travel. I could, but I’d lose my gains for sure! So, here are my road rules:

Road Rule #1. Pack workout clothes and good tennis shoes.

When I pack up for a trip I always put a pair of tennis shoes – each one wrapped individually in a plastic grocery bag – at the bottom of my bag (or I wear them on my feet depending on how and where I’m traveling). I check the forecast and then pack either running shorts, tights and tank tops or long-sleeve shirts. If the weather is uncertain I’ll bring a sock hat or ear warmers and running gloves. I also bring a lightweight rain jacket which can be used for workout or just for a cool evening out. This way I’m ready for any weather conditions. 

Road Rule #2. Pack a way to carry your ID.

Now that I live in Europe I have this über cool Marmut fanny pack. And I totally rock that fanny pack when I travel. It’s a great place to throw my phone, ID and some cash when I’m running in a new location. I also have a road ID stuff stash that attaches to my tennis shoes which is just large enough to hold my ID, some cash and a hotel room key.

Road Rule #3. Pack a swimming suit. 

You never know when you’ll find a pool for swimming laps or a beach! Trust me, you will only regret it is you don’t pack the suit!

So, as you can see the first 3 rules ensure that its easy for me to burn calories when I travel. I find that the toughest thing about traveling is that it can be difficult to influence my food options. It’s also a wonderful thing – you have the chance to try new foods! The flip side of this is it can be hard to estimate calories and ensure you’re consuming within your target range. By working out 30 to 60 minutes a day I get an endorphin rush, often get to see some great scenery (if it’s a good place for running outside) and give myself a cushion of 300 to 500 calories each day. I have a habit of getting up early to workout because otherwise it’s difficult on the road due to evening obligations that often end late at night. If I start the day with a workout I’m more relaxed and I can have a glass of wine without worrying about it going to my waistline.

Road Rule #4. The rule of 3.

When you eat there’s a simple trick to apply to 80% of meals to avoid going way over on calories. This is particularly important for dinners. Think of your meal in sections: appetizer, main course, desert. You should only eat one of those, maybe two at the most. I’ve read that bread can also be considered another course, and I actually believe this is true especially if there’s a bread basket and butter. Alcohol is an entire additional category, especially if it’s a long meal. Remember that a glass of beer or wine can be 200+ calories and that’s basically the same as your average bread roll with butter. So, I try to apply the rule of three to say I’ll have no more than 3 of these elements I listed above. 

Here’s a couple of examples:
Bread, main course (lean meat dish or maybe fish if I can get it, or a good salad with protein), desert.

Or, if I want to have that combo with wine or a beer I don’t eat desert.

Another option is to skip the bread completely. Sometimes this is perfectly rewarding for me, it depends on if the bread looks awesome! Then I’ll go for it! Life is short!

Road Rule #5: eat a smart breakfast. 

Hotels often offer some super high calorie breakfast options which you’d rarely consider on a weekday at home – Belgian waffles with cream anyone? Or maybe a few slabs of bacon to go with the sausage and eggs. So, my strategy for breakfast is to try to eat as close as possible to my home routine. For me this is yogurt with granola (perhaps honey as a sweetener – a great way to protect against local allergens) and a piece of fruit. It satisfies and provides good balance. As a bonus, I recently read that eating local yogurt can help you adjust your gut flora to the local foods and leads to less illness when traveling. I don’t know if it works, but it makes sense, so I stick with it.

Road Rule #6: monitor by packing a pair of skinny jeans or using a scale in the gym.

Just to make sure I’m not getting off track, I like to being at least one piece of clothing that is a bit snug on the waist so I can see if it starts to get uncomfortable. Another option is to weigh myself the first day of a trip on a scale in the hotel and then check it every once in a while to see if I’ve shifted. It’s easy to start to creep up on the road and I’d say it’s pretty normal, but for me it’s a cost to benefit thing. If the food is amazing, then I’ll let it happen. But if it’s stress eating or just too many late night big meals I like to exert a little self control.

Road Rule #7: break your habit of clearing your plate

This is a really, really tough one for me. I hate to waste food, but I’ve also discovered that sometimes portions are just way too big. So, if I order a cut of meat that is just more than I can eat, then I’ve finally given myself permission to not eat all of it. But I also try really hard to order smart, healthy, whole foods: lean meats, veggies, nutrition dense carbs. This works pretty well for me and I can clear my whole plate with no hesitation.

I do believe that’s quite enough rules. These tricks keep me sane on the road and help me maintain my goals. Hope they’re helpful for you. 

What are your trick?

My cat the Expat

My cat the Expat

Tonight is the night, it’s finally here, my cat Tony has one more sleep and then he’ll be on his way to America. Before I started to pack for the journey, I clipped on his leash and walked him up to the neighbors to visit and then a couple hours later another neighbor stopped by to say a bunch of words to him in German. He’s a bilingual cat now. 🙂 Because of Tony, and walking him in the courtyard, I met a lot of neighbors. It’s really hard to resist smiling and talking with a person walking a cat! A one-eyed cat makes it even more interesting.


I’m sad that his little neighbor friends are away on holiday and won’t have a chance to say goodbye, hopefully they’ll come see him in America!

I’m excited, I’m worried, I’ve never sent an animal on an airplane and I don’t know how it will feel for him, but I’ve got to trust it will all be ok.

I’m pretty certain every expat has been here before. I got my cat Tony after I’d been living in Germany for about 6 months and I found myself on the couch, once again, struck down with a cold. My friend Monika suggested that maybe I needed a cat to keep my company and I’ve got to say that was one of the best pieces of advice I received in Germany. 

After I got Tony I never really got sick again for more than a day or so and I really have begun to believe in the power of the mind, body connection. I’m sure that new germs were a big contributor, but I do consider the possibility that my spirit and soul needed some nurturing.

So, tomorrow’s the big day. Tony has his EU passport and his health certificate from the vet and his rabies shots, and off to America he goes. The vet asked if he has a green card and I reassured him we’ll keep him fully-employed as a mouser! 


Now we’re off for one more last big sleep. Wish Tony luck on his journey to America. Normally a pirate would go by boat but he’ll be going by plane! 🙂

Bike Bahn

Bike Bahn

I love to plan trips but every once in a while I love to just go along for the ride when someone else has built the plan. It brings an element of surprise that delivers a bit more excitement for what my otherwise be a routine activity. 

Today, this is just what I did. I rolled out of bed at 6 am, brewed some coffee, had a quick breakfast in the courtyard while I took my cat for a stand (cats don’t really walk) and then put the finishing touches on my bike – pumped up the tires and the frame shock. Threw my wallet, a rain coat (it’s Germany you can NEVER trust the forecast) and a banana into my camelback before rolling out of my apartment for the ride to the Düsseldorf HBF (hauptbahnhoff = main train station).

My instructions were to meet my friend (aka epic bicycle tour guide) at Gleis 7 to catch a train for Hamm (supposedly – German trains are notoriously late) departing at 8:47 am. Our plan was to ride a stretch of the Römer-Lippe Route. You can link to the route here

Römer = Roman and this trail is so named because it is located in one of the territories that was ruled by Rome during their reign in Europe. Later it became, and continues to be, an industrial region fueled by a ready supply of water from the Lippe river. This region was also in the past dominated by coal mining and coal power generation. The coal power plants are now gone, but the remnants of coal mining remain in the form of huge iron structures near the river banks.

I thought this post could be a bit about our actual ride and a bit of an instructional guide about how to travel by bike and train in Germany. It’s not so complicated but could be a bit intimidating for the un-initiated. Also, legal disclosure, I am certain there will be some errors and omissions of rules in this post. Honestly, it’s impossible to know all the rules in Germany! But, what we did today worked so hopefully it would work for you.

The first thing is to buy a ticket. While this may sound easy, it can be very complicated! Fortunately, my friend had a local help with this. What we used was a ticket that was a 24 hour fare for the entire state of Nord Rhein Westfalia. In addition to the ticket for you, you also need a ticket for your bicycle (aka Fahrad). You can try to make these selections online but I highly recommend (I cannot underline this point enough) that you go to the DB office and ask for their help during your first few trips. The people at the counter speak English and are very helpful. These are the tickets we used for our trip.


You will also notice the price on the ticket. This ticket is for up to 5 people because we originally planned to be a group of 3. It was still cheaper than two individual fares though. Be prepared to pay to play on German trains! They are not cheap. If you believe you will ride them often you can purchase discount options. As it turned out, I didn’t ride trains as much as I’d anticipated so I never did buy a discount card. But it’s worth exploring if you plan to be a frequent traveler.

Then when it comes to boarding the train with your bike, you need to look for the bike train car. You’ll see this on the sign board. In NRW the platforms have four sections: A, B, C, D. When you see the details for your train you just need to look for a pictures on the electronic sign board at the platform that has a picture of a bicycle under a letter. It’s often under the letter D. When you board the train have your fingers crossed that it’s not already full of bikes or baby carriages. In that case you’ll need to wait for the next train. Fortunately, we found space for our bikes probably because it was a bit early in the morning. As the train car filled with more bikes we lost our seat in the carriage, locked up the bikes and headed upstairs for the hour ride to Hamm.


As we traveled along we chatted exchanging travel stories and getting caught up on life. I found a great farmscape at one of the stations we passed. The tractor was the right color!


When we arrived in Hamm, we walked out and found the bicycle sign and started our ride to Lünen.


Our route was marked with the Roman centurion helmet. It was relatively easy to follow. We quickly left the city center and found the Lippe. I paused to admire a tall corn field that bordered some grain bins.

We paused near some cooling towers for a photo. They were impressive structures! I couldn’t tell if the plant was still active.

Soon we entered into a section of trail that was closed in on both sides by trees and we stopped to pick some blackberries.


As we started to takeoff I noticed a sign for a natural area and we paused to admire the view.


About a kilometer later I spotted what looked like a small path to the right so we stopped to check it out. What a surprise when we discovered a herd of cattle called Heckrinder that looked a bit like buffalo. My friend translated the sign for us and we learned that the habitat was a semirestired natural grassland and the herd is an attempt to restore European buffalo. I enjoyed watching the herd move about and we even spotted some calves!


By now we started to get a little hungry and fortunately our lunch stop was nearby. Our plan was to stop at a yacht club in Bergkamen. We passed my favorite bridge of the day and then entered the city.


I knew it was going to be a great lunch destination when a few Harley’s passed us and then we saw a guy in a root beer brown stingray getting an ice cream. Then the place was actually called California! That was too coincidental for me.


This is one of the best parts about bicycle touring by train in Germany. You can enjoy a nice bier with lunch without worrying about the drive home!


The next half of the ride went pretty quickly. Along the way we saw some retired coal mine equipment, an interesting industrial plant and a beautiful swamp.

Soon we entered Lünen and made a very important observation. Almost everyone was carrying an ice cream! This was certainly a sign. We needed gelato. We paused to snap a photo finish and then made our last refueling stop. 


I could not believe they had watermelon gelato. Of course, I had to try some.


We rolled the final 400 meters to the HBF and boarded the train to Dortmund. Then transferred to a train running to the Düsseldorf HBF. This is where it got interesting… the train was packed! Like, standing room only packed. We were able to cram ourselves and our bikes into the car.


Then, perhaps the most entertaining part of the day happened when I watched a girl grab her bike and walk off the train with a tomato plant, an entire tomato plant (!), peaking out of the top of her rucksack.

Soon we pulled in to the Düsseldorf HBF, lugged our bikes down the stairs from the platform in to the station. I was biking home and my friend needed to catch another train to her home. Happy and sleepy and relaxed we hugged and parted ways. Promising to try to squeeze in one more ride in September before I move back to America. Yes, the clock is ticking down. It’s time to grab hold of every moment. But, when is it not? 

Life is short, make it a good ride.

Ilhabela

Ilhabela

High pitched chirps punctured by deep-timbered coos tickle my eardrums. Whispering palm fronds dance atop the distant sound of engines racing while sticky tires whine across pavement.

A cool breeze gently runs across the tip of my nose as I lounge in the hammock perched high on a hill-side overlooking the bay.

My eyes gently settle upon the sun lighting up the mainland while the boat harbor rests in the shadow of the mountain. As the sun creeps higher, boat hulls rock in the wake flashing in the sunlight as they rock. A pair of birds flies by, cawing as they madly flutter their wings to keep their large bodies afloat.

These were my experiences during my first morning on the Brazilian island of Ilhabela.  I sat there pondering the series of events that had led me to this moment…

Last fall I met a Brazilian colleague while she worked on a short term assignment in our team in Germany. We quickly discovered that we had a lot in common. She also is a curious traveler and we enjoyed some coffees while chatting about travel and life. After a few months, it was time for she and her husband to leave their lovely apartment in Köln to head back to São Paulo. On one of the last evenings, they hosted a farewell dinner and her husband cooked some amazing Brazilian food and a small group of us enjoyed chatting and talking about life in Germany and our childhoods. 

One time when we were chatting over a coffee she told me about a house that she and her husband own on an island near São Paulo called Ilhabela. She said that I was welcome to visit for the weekend, and I thought to myself “sounds lovely but I don’t know when it will ever happen…”. As it happened, I wound up in Brazil for an extended business trip and my friend offered to host me. There it was, it was actually happening! I was heading to Ilhabela.

On the appointed Friday, we hopped into her car for the long drive across São Paulo from the office to her apartment in a neighborhood called Pãolista. The distance is about 20 kilometers and traffic wasn’t nearly as bad as it can be, but it still took about 40 minutes and it was amazing to see the size of this city! It is huge! About 12 million people live in São Paulo and my friend told me they have a new mayor who is really working to revive the city and renovate the downtown. I saw more of the city as we sat in Friday night traffic at the beginning of our 4 hour drive to the beach.

Just in case you’ve never sat in traffic in a Brazilian city, I will explain it to you. I must say, it’s an interesting experience! Motorcycles and scooters zip between the lanes of stopped cars at fast speeds, sometimes stopping to push in a car mirror so they can squeeze through. Along the concrete median between lanes you’ll find painted piggy banks perched up for sale. A few men will be roaming between the cars holding high a stack of white towels for cleaning the house – advertising a negotiable price of 10 for 10 reals. Another man strolls by holding aloft a wooden pole with a variety of car chargers and selfie sticks made in china. Just in case you’re hungry or thirsty, that’s no trouble, you’ll also find men carrying snacks of all types and also people stationed with coolers of water and juice and even beer! So, you can do your shopping on the run.


As we neared the famous São Paulo city train station we saw an interesting sight indeed – a man dressed up in a Brazilian/American costume waving the flags of both countries! My friend’s husband Franz told me they’d arranged this specially for me! 🙂 


I enjoyed admiring the architecture of the city.

After about an hour we left the city and entered the countryside. As we passed through the favelas I was delighted to see boys flying kites and participating in a famous Brazilian tradition of kite fights! This is dangerous sport where the goal is to cut down your competitor’s kite using razor sharp wires. I had heard about it on a video during the Olympic Games in Rio. It was exciting to see the cultural phenomenon in person!


As the sun began to set we decided it was time for a break and pulled into a rest stop that was a combo petting farm and country restaurant. Such a lovely place! My friend introduced me to a local delicacy – a cake made from creamed corn. Perfect snack with a strong coffee! We still had a couple of hours to go in our drive. On the way in I stopped to say hi to a pony and a brand new baby goat and on the way out couldn’t resist snapping photos of a turkey roosting near an ostrich. 


We continued our journey – chatting nonstop. Franz commented that he was used to the nonstop conversations! Our next stop was to board the ferry that would take us from the mainland to our island destination. There was a long line and fortunately my friends had a fast pass so we drove right onto the boat. 

We made a quick stop for beverages and then headed to the house. A walk up a steep stairway led us to our paradise! The house stunned me – dark wood, walls of windows, cool white exterior decorated throughout with a palette of blue and white – this was an oasis! We collapsed after making a plan to not have a plan for the morning. Not a bad way to end the week!


Saturday morning, I woke with the sun, sleepily searched around for all the supplies to make coffee and hit start on the Cuisinart. Then I made my way out to the deck to watch the show. It did not disappoint. Go back to the first paragraphs to learn my auditory and visual experience. As I lounged in a perfectly placed hammock – here is what I saw:


After a few hours Franz emerged and proposed that we take off on a bicycle tour of the island. I was game. I love how my sporty reputation precedes me and everywhere I go I can find someone willing to take me on an adventure! First Franz whipped up my favorite of all favorites Brazilian breakfast – tapioca pancakes!


We rolled the bikes down the steps and took off. Our first stop was at the Igreja Nossa Senhora Da Ajuda church in Vila which was beautifully decorated for a festival season.

Then we stopped to check out some traditional boats beached on the shore.

We continued north and paused to take in some beautiful views and I couldn’t resist the urge to try the Archers pose as I precariously balanced on the edge.

As we headed back south we paused for a refreshing agua de coco. I absolutely love this drink!


Our adventure resumed and we stumbled upon some people buying fresh fish straight from a boat. Wow, they looked delicious!


We continued along a beautiful bike path – I was really pleased with the pedestrian infrastructure – and saw a tractor rig pulling a boat out of the water. It was basically a high-boy like you’ll see in tall crops such a sugarcane which is a huge crop in Brazil. We paused for a while to watch a complex operational to pull a big pleasure boat out of the water.


Our journey continued and I was pleasantly surprised to meet another bicycle girl.


Our last stop was at a point near a smaller island where the beach was prepared for a crowd of people to enjoy the beautiful day. 


By this point I was warm – I don’t know what I was thinking wearing a sweater and yoga pants! So we booked it home to get ready for the beach.

Mariana was rested and ready to go and I soon realized that my bikini, while being purchased in Brazil, was not Brazilian… if you know what I mean… so, I asked Mariana if she would help me find a proper Brazilian bikini. She was definitely ready for the challenge, so off we went to town!

By the second store we had found the perfect suit and a beach outfit to match. Mariana declared that I looked very Brazilian – and I could pass for someone from Rio! Oh boy, I better not let this go to my head! We made one last stop to buy a pair of Havianna flip flops and I customized them with a coconut charm.


The sun was high, temperatures were climbing accordingly, and I was properly outfitted, it was time to get to the beach! Along the way we got a bit hungry and thirsty and stopped at a tiny bar for a snack. 

When we walked up to the beach I met Franz’s family. And they asked if I’d like to try wake boarding behind a jet ski. Why not, I thought, I’ve done this before on a boat in a lake… actually I just said “Yes” and then I thought, geez I hope I can get up. Let’s just fast forward and say it was awesome! Very different then being on a lake – the wakes coming from many directions.  


I made a few passes then headed in to get some rays and refresh myself with a bier while I chatted with the family. We chatted until sunset and then headed home to clean up before reuniting for dinner.


The family gathered for a meal of fresh fish and it was fabulous! We exchanged about American and Brazilian culture and the nephews shyly practiced their English with me while I struggled to recall the Portuguese I had learned about 8 years ago. 

As we enjoyed our meal one of the relatives asked if I was disappointed they were not fluent in English which made me really sad. Why does the entire world feel a need to become American? I feel very conflicted about this emotion, but I believe there are many ways to live and communicate in many languages and many countries. I just hope that Americans reading this understand the significant influence we hold in the world. 

Before we headed home, we gathered for a fun photo with the nephews and I felt honored that the family took me in as one of their own.


The next morning we were sleepy! But when Franz suggested that we run to the beach I couldn’t resist the chance to start the day with another tour by foot. All I can say is it was one hilly route and a totally different exerience than going by bike. Soon after we arrived the family joined and we relaxed in the early afternoon sun.


I decided if would be fun to rent a stand-up paddle board to try it out. It is a lot harder than it looks! At first I stood up and fell off a few times, I’m sure providing loads of entertainment to everyone on shore. Then, one of the nephews came out to help, but that was a little tough because I couldn’t understand his instruction since i t was alles Portuguese! Awe, but we still had fun! I went back in to shore to rest and this is when Franz’s mother explained that I should approach it like dancing. So, I went back out for one more run and it worked! It really felt like a lesson in life: roll with waves, accept the changes and find your balance. Suddenly I was paddle boarding!

Sadly, it was soon time to head out for a delicious lunch before we packed up and headed home to the city. We enjoyed one final sunset before our departure.

It was such an amazing weekend and all I can say is Muitos Obrigada to Mariana and Franz and the family that accepted me like their own. I can’t wait to return with my husband for a week exploring this paradise!

10 countries in 10 weeks

10 countries in 10 weeks

As I sat in the cab, early on a Monday morning, traveling from Guarahlos airport to the center of São Paulo, I suddenly found myself very sleepy. I thought back on the past weeks and months, did a quick count, and realized I had visited 10 countries in 10 weeks. This was not my intention and the balance of the numbers made me smile a bit. I was sleepy after all…

I began to chat with the cab driver about my travels and I’ll share it with you now. 

To begin, my husband and I traveled to England (1) by car for a road trip through the countryside. What an amazing adventure! We took the eurotunnel from Calais, France (2) and on the way passed through Holland (3) and Belgium (4). But I couldn’t include this in the count because that made it 10 countries in 11 weeks and, frankly, that doesn’t have the same ring to it. Fortunately, I realized that we passed back through the same countries – although our route out of England was via car ferry from Dover. The Dover cliffs, by the way, you need to see them. Then we back-tracked through France (2), Belgium (3) and the Netherlands (4) – so they made it back into the count. 

Now, I know what you’re thinking – driving through a country doesn’t count! I agree!!! Lucky for me we actually made a pit stop at a McDonald’s in the Netherlands. In addition to suspiciously consistent french fries, they offer clean bathrooms in every corner of the world. Now to France – we did board the eurotunnel there, which was pretty epic, but I had a chance to return to this lovely country, and I say this with all honesty, on a quick business trip to the Cote de Azur. 

The first weekend of June, I decided to take advantage of one of our German bank holidays by popping up to Spain (5) to visit my college friend Christina, but you already know about that adventure.  

Hold up a minute here, what about Belgium? A drive through doesn’t count! Never fear, this count is legit! A couple of weeks after our trip to England, I rode the train over to Brussels for a quick visit to the EU parliament building. Quite an interesting place and got me to thinking about the fundamental roots of government that are different between America and the European Union. This explains a lot of our cultural differences.

Next I was off to Greece (6) to launch one of my new products – BioAct DC. We visited customers and held a workshop in Heraklion, the capital of Crete. I am in my happy place visiting with farmers and helping them solve crop pest problems! Of course the food and Raki after dinner was a bonus!

After all these euro-countries, it was time to head back to America (7) for a country music-induced reset. I flew in to North Carolina to visit my husband and join some business meetings at our North American headquarters. My husband flew back with me and we cheered on the racers at the Tour de France which, incredibly, departed from Düsseldorf, Germany (8) this year! But this experience deserves an entire post so that’s all on that subject for now.

On the 4th of July, we celebrated American Independence Day by heading to the airport and both flying west, but to different continents…hey, someday we’ll get this straight… my husband flew back to America and I headed to South America for business meetings in Buenos Aires, Argentina (9). Ironically, while I was in Argentina they celebrated their own Independence Day! Quite a bit more low-key then the way we blow off fireworks and barbeuqe in America. From Buenos Aires, I headed back north to São Paulo, Brazil (10). 

I wrote this post partly out of a selfish desire to not forget this coincidental travel run. When I planned all my trips, I had no idea they would roll up this way. Now, I think, it’s time for a break and I’ll settle in here in Germany for a few weeks. My whirlwind expat chapter is coming to a close, just about 60 days to go now. I found myself desiring to explore again all my favorite places in Germany before I leave my adopted city of Düsseldorf. 

About a year ago I was struggling living in Germany on my own and wondering about the choices that had led me here. I’m glad that I decided to “stop looking back because” as I saw on a tshirt recently “you’re not going that way”. Life is about moving forward, taking it as it comes and choosing happiness. 

My tour through 10 countries in 10 weeks reinforced my belief in the fundamental good of humanity. I enjoyed the kind hospitality of friends. I ran through quaint neighborhoods and parks and along beautiful beaches. I bicycled across London and Oxford and the island of Ilhabela. I dined on simple and elaborate foods while enjoying the company of smart and witty colleagues and friends. 

Everywhere I went I found beautiful things (some obvious and others tiny surprises) and met kind people who went out of their way to help me when I needed them. I was reminded that we are never alone. In every corner of the world you can find a quiet space, or a noisy environ. You can shape your experience because experiences are what you perceive. 

I was a bit amazed that I came through this marathon heathy and not (so) exhausted and I wondered how I managed in spite of the time zone changes. Here’s what I can say – sleep, eat healthy (ok 80:20 rule), exercise and be kind. Most importantly, BE KIND, it will make you (and the people around you) so much happier. I also realized that I paced myself along the way as I recently embraced the philosophy that life is a journey, not a destination, but I sure am curious to see what I will find at the next stop. Aren’t you?

Tapas in the rain

Tapas in the rain

To celebrate the completion of my Bachelor’s degree at UC Davis, my husband gave me a mountain bike. Of course, he needed to have one as well so I would have company on my rides. We went to a local bike shop – Steve Larsen’s Wheelworks in Davis, California – and shopped for a good price at the end of the season. I picked out a black and white hardtail specialized stump jumper. Steve, who was a former competitive cyclist and at that time competed in Xterra off-road races, was super-friendly and gave us a warm welcome into the bicycling world. As I made my purchase he told me – this is a race bike, you’ll be racing in no time! 

The first time I rode clipless I fell over no less than 5 times! I recalled Steve’s remark with amusement – no way was I going to be racing. But, mile after mile, my balance ability grew, I got in the habit of clipping out when I stopped, and I grew stronger and faster. Finally, one day, maybe about a year later, we went to our first UC DAVIS collegiate cycling club meeting. 

We didn’t have to try out, we just needed to start training and racing, and there we were – members of the racing team. Wow, it was fun and the best part is that I made two very good friends that I still keep in touch with to this day : Nicky and Christina.

Last month – on a long weekend in Germany – I flew in to Bilbao to visit Christina and her husband Robert in their home in La Rioja, Spain. As I sat on the flight, I realized that we had not seen each other in person for at least 10 years! I became a bit nervous. How would it be? Would we have things to talk about? But, I wasn’t too worried, my memories of Christina were few but fond. I could recall long road rides in the countryside and mountain bike races in Reno.

Christina and I always got along well because she was authentically happy. She was strong, tenacious and an adventurer. She was curious about the world and it wasn’t a surprise when she headed off to Spain to earn her Ph.D. I watched from across the ocean on Facebook as she posted pictures of mountain biking, camping and hiking in a northern region of Spain. Occasionally, we exchanged messages, where I promised to visit someday. 

Then, I moved to Germany and, suddenly, the hurdles to a visit were much lower, I only needed to select the time. So, it came to pass that as I planned my last 6 months in Germany, I picked a date, bought a ticket and passed a wild and crazy weekend with my college racing buddy in La Rioja, Spain!

I landed at the Bilbao airport and waited eagerly at the curb for a black Subaru carrying my friend and her husband. When they pulled up, they hopped out of the car and gave me a warm embrace. From the first moment, I knew it was going to be an amazing weekend! As we made the one hour drive from Bilbao into the famous Spanish wine region called La Rioja, we excitedly began to share a bit about what had happened in our lives in the 12 years (we did the math) that had passed. 

As we drove through the Obarenes-Sierra de Cantabria mountain range, I tried to speak a bit of Spanish, as this is Roberts native language. Boy, it was hard because the Spanish hides behind a solid wall of German words now! Our first stop was at the Vivanco wine museum to quickly immerse me in the history of this place. A beautifully curated museum, I quickly learned about the land and the history, and the vines that weave the people together. 

The museum contained many large wooden structures used in wine production. I snapped some photos for my dad who is a lumber jack and can make anything out of a felled tree. He loves inspiration! The implement below is a giant press for extracting juice from the grapes.

The museum contained many educational displays like this one that explained the varieties of grapes grown in the region.

The layout of the displays was elegant.

We found a beautiful collection of grape harvesting baskets.

A lower level room contained a multimedia display explaining how barrels are made.

Another giant press! I was amazed at the size of the wood.

Things started to get real when we found casks made from pig skin, and they looked like a real pig!!!

At the end of the trip I stopped by a local shop in Logronia and bought my own pair of La boteria decorated with local symbols.

One room in the museum contained an incredible collection of art and items embellished with precious metals and stones.

A strong theme in one collection was the nymph. An odd character that I have to admit I’d only encountered in “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe” book series.

Our last stop was in the spacious wine cellar. It must contain thousands of barrels! Soft light illuminated columns and we paused for a group photo.The museum overlooks beautiful vineyards, but as the day was rainy, we piled in to the car and headed in to town for some tapas.

All of the wine region study had worked up quite a thirst so we headed in to Haro for my first experience with Saturday afternoon Tapas. This is something I was looking forward to from the moment I booked my flight! We arrived around noon which was a bit early for the Spanish crowd. We passed through a covered passageway that opened up into a large courtyard. People roamed the streets in cluster of three or four. Some gathered around tall tables outside Tapas bars. The windows and doors of the tapas bars were flung open and voices carried out into the streets. 

We stepped in to our first tapas bar and passed through the narrow entryway that opened up into a slightly larger gathering area bordering the central element – the tapas bar loaded down with dozens of types of tapas. People gathered in clusters near the bar that was crowded with small plates and glasses of wine. The top of the bar was loaded with platters piled high with beautiful works of art otherwise know as tiny bites of awesomeness!

Mushrooms appeared to be in season and they were a popular style – incredible flavors. Marinated in butter or olive oil. To wash down the tapas we shared a round of chilled Vermouth produced in La Rioja. This tipple was new to me and it nicely complimented the tapas which were indescribable combinations of meat, vegetables, cheese and spices often perched upon a toasted piece of bread all held together with a skewer. We popped in and out of three tapas bars – eating a small bite at each place.  Afterwards we roamed the town a bit to take in the architecture.

After lunch it was time to make our way back to the house but first we swung through Roberts’ hometown – Fuenmayor. A lovely place – we paused for a few moments next to the historical city spring.

The fountainheads looked like an interesting mythical creature.

Back at the house, I became fast friends with the resident cat Stinky Links (who for all the world looked just like a miniature Tony) and their german shepherd – Bear. We slipped into comfortable clothes and roamed the gardens – harvesting strawberries for a cake Robert intended to bake for breakfast. The tranquility was refreshing and restorative for my soul.

The clouds blew away and the rain cleared up for a bit as we struck out for a walk in the hills behind my friends countryside property. Bear ran ahead and Robert chased him. As the paved road gave way to gravel, I breathed a sigh of contentment. 

My friend, Christina, a naturalist and fellow ecologist by training, taught me the names of some of the plants and we even found a few interesting insects. The hillsides were dotted with wildflowers. We often stopped for a species identification and to learn how local people used the plants for cooking and healing.

After climbing down in to a ravine to check out the local creek, the sun sank lower on the horizon and we turned back toward the house. It was one of those moments when a cloudy sky enhances the contrast of the landscape. Someday I’ll learn to paint and immortalized these scenes on a canvas.

That evening we headed into an ancient fortress town for a traditional steak meal accompanied by fresh local cider. Our table was in the cellar with the cider cask filling the wall at one end. The way to pour yourself a glass was to pull open the spiquot with your left hand and hold out the glass as far as possible away in your right hand as the cider spewed out at high velocity. Then you pour just a bit because it needs to be drank quickly before the bubbles collapse and the flavor profile changes. It was quite an experience!
The next morning we woke up and drove in to Labraza for a rainy walk through the deserted city streets. The place was absolutely beautiful and there is something magical about walking slowly through an ancient place in a rain storm. 

I loved this wolf doorknocker!

The whole place had melded together over the centuries. Narrow pathways between the buildings where bordered above by leaning beams and slippery stone paths protected our feet from the earth below.

This little courtyard was one of my favorites!

We made one more left turn and suddenly my eyes were filled with the view of the vineyards tracing the surrounding hillsides.

We followed the narrow alley toward the vista. As I took in the old walls, I looked up and was amazed at the color of the ceiling!

It didn’t take long to walk every street in this tiny town and then we struck off down some gravel roads in search of, you guessed it, tapas!

A mist of rain clouds hung low above the vineyards obscuring the horizon.

Wheat fields provided a gorgeous contrast to the gray skies above.

We passed by gorgeous countryside villages that popped up in the middle of the fields. Every town was anchored by a large church.

We drove up a hill and parked the car outside a walled city. Then walked up a narrow lane toward the city square. I marveled at the contrast of bright red Christmas cactus blooms against the stone walls.

As we roamed the streets, Christina pointed out that most of the homes had the front door open giving passerbys a chance to admire the beautiful mosaic stone floors and sparsely decorated entryways.

Some of the entryways were paved with colorful tiles. It reminded me a bit of La Laguna in Tenerife.

Many homes had herbs hanging above the door, I could only guess it was a good luck bringing feature.

As we strolled toward the church, Robert recalled a time when they were running cows through the city for an annual festival and he hopped up and grabbed this ledge. Of course, we requested a re-enactment!

A huge church tower looms over the city and we decided to pay a euro to walk to the top and take in the views. It was worth the money!

When we were at the bottom, we noticed some people were exiting the church and dashed in for a few moments to marvel at the artwork.

By now we were hungry! So we popped in and out of a bakery and then had a lovely lunch at a series of Tapas bars.

We took off again for more countryside driving and paused at a winery that was designed by none other than Frank Gehry – the architect who designed the iconic buildings in the mediahafen in Düsseldorf.

I often asked us to pull over so I could snap a photo of the breathtaking scenery.

We headed to the house for a siesta and on the way passed through a town called Meano.

After a proper siesta we couldn’t resist the chance to take off on a hike on a mountain range that is locally called the Lions Head. Hiking into the mist was an intriguing experience – I never knew what would come next!

I found some cool yellow snails!

As we approached the top, the wind whipped and whistled around the edges.

At the top we celebrated with a snack of peanuts. Then beat a hasty retreat as sunset closed in upon us.

That night we headed in to Logrona for a traditional dinner of Jamon and cheese sandwiches.

Iberico Jamon is a regional speciality and it is incredible! 

The Jamon is cured for years before being served up in thin slices that just melt on your tongue. A salty treat that completely consumes your senses.

The next morning I packed up and flew back to Germany and I marveled at all the experiences of the weekend. I only described here what we saw and where we went, but what I didn’t mention is that we had a constant string of conversation going the entire time. I found myself wondering when our relationship had grown so deep and open. I only had flashes of memories from college. But then I remembered that our time was spent on long bike rides in the countryside. It is hard to top the depth of conversation in which I can indulge when I’m on a long bike ride or a hike. Doors in my mind open into rooms that I didn’t know existed! I suspect that Christina and I had those conversations on our long bike rides and this bonded us with a strong invisible thread – maybe it is spider silk? I know not, but what I do know is that the thread tying us together is as strong as ever and I look forward to our next weekend adventure, wherever it may be. 

Dawn Patrol

Dawn Patrol

I believe that many people consider me to be a spontaneous, adventurous person, and while that may be true, I’ve discovered that as I (ahem) mature, I have grown to love routines. 

When I find a good restaurant, I stick to it, and every time I go to that restaurant I’m likely to order the same thing. Take my local brauhaus for instance, it’s gotten to the point where my friend Tilghman just tells me to not ask for a menu because I’m gonna order the jagerschnitzel with an Alt. She’s right, I will. Hey, it satisfies me every time!

Today I’m indulging in one of my favorite routines: a dawn patrol walk. It’s Saturday, some people prefer to sleep in luxuriously, leisurely enjoy a cup of coffee and read a newspaper. Not me, especially when I head west, my body clock often wakes me sometime between 5:30 and 6 am and I roll out of bed, take a hit of Facebook (I confess I’m addicted), throw back a cup of coffee, and pull out a map to pick my first destination of the day. 

A quick glance out the window, verified on the weather app, helps me pick an appropriate outfit for the day. Then I’m off. My mode of transportation depends on two things: the weather and how far I want to go. Today, it’s rainy but not too cold, so I headed off in my Harley leather jacket and jeans, with an umbrella thrown in my bag. My outfit would be rather cool except for my tennie runners. Comfort above fashion today.  I estimate I’ll cover about 15 to 20 kilometers on my feet.

Facebook reminded me that exactly one year ago I was in Barcelona where I walked 25 kilometers in one day! Wow my legs ached the next morning, but it was a good kind of pain. I’m here in Buenos Aires for a business trip and my hotel is in a nice part of town called Palermo. Palermo is bordered by hectares of beautiful parks decorated with statues honoring the important people in Argentinian history. In many ways this place reminds me a lot of Barcelona. 

Of course the weather is different because it’s winter in Argentina – that’s a strange thing to adjust to – winter in July! Fortunately it’s not too cold. My first stop of the day – the city center – was about 8 kilometers from my hotel and since it was early and still dark outside, I hopped on the metro. Every time I hop on a metro in a new city I send up a thank you to my grandma Potje for taking me on BART to San Francisco when I was a kid. There is no metro that I cannot figure out. 

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not always easy to figure out a new metro, especially when you don’t speak the language, or like me, I know some Spanish but it’s lurking in a dark corner of my memory behind a grosse wall of German words! Wow, it comes to me slowly! 

I mapped out my plan on a nice printed map they gave me at the hotel, then asked the hotel clerk to verify that my plan was a good one. She pointed a dangerous neighborhood where I shouldn’t walk – very helpful – I exed it out on the map, then I told her I planned to take an uber (I took one last night and found them to be a safe, enjoyable and easy way to get around the city at night) and she suggested the metro. Just one thing, I needed to buy a Sube card and load it with pesos. Easy enough, I thought.

I walked to the metro stop, one block to the left, two to the right. Hmmmm, no metro station. It was still pouring rain so I walked up to a newspaper vendor and asked: donde esta el metro? He pointed up the road and there I walked and found the metro station. I carefully walked down the steps, geez one thing about this city is the surfaces are slippery! Lots of polished tiles and painted concrete, a bit treacherous in the rain. 

I found a man in a booth. “Yo quero sube”, I stated, and he pointed upstairs. So, I walked out a different exit, found an office and after some hilarious Spanglish dialogues with another cashier at the train station, found a little shop with a big sign outside that advertised Sube. I managed to pagar a Sube card and load it with 50 pesos. And, get this, it’s 7 pesos a ride, 7 pesos, this is about 50 cents!!! An uber would have run me about 100 peso!

I rode the metro to the end of the line -it’s a very clean efficient system by the way. The stops are nicely decorated with painted tiles of a variety of styles.


Exiting the station I roamed the city, taking in the buildings glistening in the rain and lit up by the street lights. 


As the gray sky lightened, I found a sweet little confiteria where I enjoyed my breakfast – a cortada (espresso with hot milk) and a pastry. 


It’s time for me to jump back in to the city. Don’t worry, more to come later. During the month of June I had no time to write as I was constantly traveling: Greece, Brussels, La Rioja Spain, North Carolina, then my husband and I had a staycation in Düsseldorf to watch Le Grand Depart of the Tour de France. Now I’m here in Argentina and next week off to São Paulo, Brazil. So, more to come, be patient Dad, I’ll catch up soon. 🙂