Los Cabos, Mexico: Dec. 19, 2011 - Dec. 26, 2011

It's been a while since I've blogged and what better way to get back into the swing of things by posting about our recent trip to Los Cabos, Mexico over the Christmas holidays.  We wanted a hot holiday and Los Cabos did not disappoint us.  It was our first trip to Mexico and it was certainly worth it.

We flew with Sunwing for the first time and I have to say I was impressed with their service.  They gave out complimentary champagne and tips on what to avoid in Mexico such as the timeshare sellers you have to walk by on the way out of the airport.  The direct flight lasted approx. 4 hours 10 mins and the heat hit us as soon as we landed.  Since they rarely have any rain and 0 snow, we stepped out of the plane and walked towards the indoor baggage claim area.  My only complaint regarding the airport was that they had 3 carousels for baggage claim and 0 notification which carousel would contain your bags and your flight was not the only one that arrived.  We did end up retrieving our bags without any incident and we were off to find our transportation we booked separately through the all-inclusive hotel package.  Walking out of the airport was interesting as the attendants on the flight were not kidding about the timeshare sellers.  Once you get your bags, you walk through a set of doors to another set.  The last set of doors leads you to an area FULL of people trying to persuade you to sit down and talk to them about timeshare deals.  I originally envisioned the sellers outside the airport once you exited but it is actually an area in the airport that is set up for them.  Crazy!

Outside we searched for our transportation and ran into a rep asking us where we were going.  We mentioned Riu Palace and he directed us where to stand to wait.  As it turned out, we took the wrong transportation as we booked our flight and hotel separately while the bus we were on were for those who booked the flight and hotel together.  Either way, we received our bracelet notifying that we were part of the all-inclusive hotel package and received our welcome drink upon arrival.  We checked into our room that contained a liquor dispenser in addition to a stocked bar :)  The rest of the day was spent exploring our hotel.

The resort offered a number of restaurants, with huge buffets offered for breakfast and lunch and sit down meals for supper in one of four specialty restaurants.  The downside to the specialty restaurants was that you had to make reservations where our favorite restaurant only accepted reservations the day of so John was nice enough to get up at 7am to make them.  During our stay, we took in an ATV tour and zipline tour courtesy of Cabos Adventures, both new experiences for us and well worth it.

Other highlights included: walking to the Marina 3 times (approx. an hour's walk each way), having beers and tequila at Cabo Wabo (founded by Sammy Hagar), beers at La Mole Mia, partaking in the biggest buffet ever on Christmas Eve where the staff lined up and clapped as you entered the restaurant and taking a glass bottom taxi to tour the famous rock formations.

To summarize, here are a few things that I was surprised about:

1. I didn't realize how empathetic I would feel for the natives regarding how hard they have to work for a living.
2. If you're going during the winter season, bring plenty of warm clothes, once the sun goes down it is cold out (sun rises around 7 and sets at 6)
3. During our transportation to our ATV and zipline tours, we saw a number of dead animals by the side of the road.
4. Tipping is rare (though I realize all-inclusive prices usually incorporates this in their price; we tipped though)
5. The beach is separated by a rope designating the resort's portion of the beach and the public side.  Beach vendors occupied the public side but they weren't overwhelming or pushy as people warned you about.
6. They play American music, not traditional Mexican music I was expecting.
7. Prices are usually displayed in US dollars.
8. There are 0 traffic lights in downtown Cabos.
9. In town you can spot the tourists by the bracelets we wore.
10. Rich, spoiled people are annoying, rich and spoiled.
11. If your return flight does not land in your designated city, be sure to pack any duty free alcohol in your baggage as you will need to depart the plane and go through customs before re-boarding.

What's in a nightmare..

I have vivid dreams and I usually recall them upon wakening. A reoccurring theme involves water (due to the fact I can't swim?), my favorite pastime fishing that I don't do enough of and fish in general.

Last night I had a disturbing dream which left me wide awake and bothered. It started with me standing in a public washroom facing the mirror. A man comes walking in and approaches me. I turn to face him and he caresses my cheek as if we have a secret affair going on. We hold each other's gaze but is interrupted by the sound of a toilet flushing in the background and he pulls his hand away and walks out. I turn back to the mirror as a women comes out of a stall and washes and dries her hands. She exits the washroom and the next thing I know, I'm sitting on a couch in a sitting area of the washroom. My legs are resting across the lap of a man sitting next to me. He has a twin brother but how I know that I have no idea. A toilet stall door opens and closes and in the next moment his twin brother is sitting on the couch next to his brother, with my feet on his lap. He has a crazed look in his eyes, his blond hair disheveled and his grey sweater covered in blood. Blood drips from his mouth as if he's just devoured a live being.

The next scene has me standing outside the washroom near the restaurant of the CO-OP mall in North Battleford. It's a Thursday and the mall is swarming with shoppers. I'm standing next to a group of girls as one tries to tell her friends about the madman in the washroom. Her friends laugh in disbelief but then time stops still as the madman comes out of the washroom. Everyone stops paralyzed and all eyes turn to stare at him in shock. The crazed look in his eyes is still there and he raises his arms above his head, his fingers curled ready in anticipation of his next victim. All hell breaks lose as shoppers start screaming and running in all directions away from him.

A man grabs my hand and we start running towards the hardware store. We're running so fast it feels like my feet aren't even touching the ground but on a cloud being pulled frantically by the man holding my hand. We're running faster than I imagine I could run and amidst all the chaos behind us, we can hear the madman gaining on us. We reach the hardware store and the man holding my hand runs towards the back of the store where men go to pick up their lumber. He bursts through a door and we're outside, behind the mall. It's nighttime.

We continue running as our life depends on it only to run into a man washing his car with a hose and bucket. For some reason we are unable to run around the obstacle and the man's eyes widen in panic as he realizes we're headed straight for him. He drops his sponge and dashes out of the way. We jump on top of his car and once on the hood, we take a flying leap off of it. Our leap takes us 10 feet in the air and we prepare for our landing. We manage to land on our feet as we hear the madman behind us.

We round the corner to see another man washing his car. We run past this man and the next thing I know, the madman has reached us. He tackles me and I'm lying face down in snow that suddenly appeared. I claw at the ground trying to get away and manage to kick him in the face with my free foot. I escape his grip and turn on my back, prepared to kick him again when I see 2 men come to my rescue and start to kick the shit out of him. One stomps on his back repeatedly and the other delivers devastating blows to the head.

It is at this point I wake up and and have troubles falling back to sleep.

Part 2: Backpacking Across Europe (Paris, France)

It's been a while since I've posted on my blog - the trip to Europe feels aeons ago. However the trip was eye opening and significant enough to put down in writing so I shall continue.

I left off with Barcelona with our next stop in Paris, France. Having purchased an Eurorail pass prior to leaving Canada we were a bit restricted on when trains departed as certain destinations were not as frequent. Paris from Barcelona was one of them, turning it into an over night trip. The train itself was an interesting experience. We were given a sleeper compartment where the beds folded out from the seats for us and turned into bunk beds. We spent some time having a beer and sandwich from their restaurant before handing over our passports. This was a bit unnerving but it was explained that since we were crossing the border in the middle of the night while we were sleeping, they would just hand over our passports at the crossing without disturbing us. Sleeping on a train was a bit tough due to the slight rocking and noise but we managed to catch a few winks. We crossed the border and made it into Paris without a hitch.

Once in Paris we turned to our trusty EyeWitness Travel recommendations for a hotel and called a cab. Our cab driver was awesome as the hotel was a ways away and he would point out famous landmarks - who needs a tour guide when you have our cab driver! Upon arrival to our hotel, we settled in and then went to explore. The first thing that left me awestruck was the Arc de Triomphe as it was 2 blocks away from our hotel - you always hear about it and see it in movies. We tried to get up close to it but with everything historical, you have to pay to see it and I really didn't want to see it that badly. The other thing that amazed me almost as much as the traffic circle that surrounded the Arc de Triomphe. I probably stood and watched the crazy drivers merge and exit for a couple of minutes - let me tell you, there are no lines on the street and about 6 lanes of traffic where drivers seem to know when to yield and let in incoming cars. This makes the 2 lane traffic in Saskatoon look pitiful. If you don't believe me how crazy it was you can see a video I found here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zy8GMN-Ji4E.

John ended up feeling under the weather so I went out exploring to see if I could find us some warmer clothes. Unfortunately the first mall I walked to had nothing but high end brands where a men's sweater I found was around $300 and super thin. I made it to another mall but then my motivation dwindled and I walked back empty handed. We did however make it to the Eiffel Tower at night which was cool to see. It was a lot larger than we expected and lit up during the night.

The next day we took the metro to reserve our next train ride to Italy and then walked to Museo D'Orsay after walking past Notre Dame. Museo D'Orsay contained many artists from the Impressionists/Post Impressionists era such as Van Gogh, Toulouse-Lautrec and Claude Monet to name just a few. I could have easily spent more than a day there.

The food in Paris was good, with John trying out a huge ass MOUND of tartare and me trying froi gras (and I hate to admit, was buttery goodness and loved every bite of it) at L'Ecluse.

The next day we went to see the catacombs. It was interesting finding it as our hotel had never heard of it and it was far from the main center. It was approx. 130 step decent and a 185 mile walk containing the remains of over 6 million Parisians - it was a spooky and unnerving experience as there were plaques set up along the way explaining the deaths of some.

Back to the land of the living, we went to go see Centre Georges Pompidou that housed modern art. The building itself was neat as it had all its plumbing pipes on the outside of the building as well as an escalator that snaked its way up to the top floor, also on the outside of the building. It definitely housed modern art that isn't suitable for all kids to see. We weren't able to spend a lot of time here as we needed to make it to our train. Overall Paris was an experience I was glad to undertake but I'm not sure if I would make a repeat visit. It has a lot of history but to enjoy Paris you definitely need a lot of money.

Next stop Italy!

Backpacking Across Europe (Spain)

John and I set out backpacking across Europe at the beginning of March, 2010. Okay I am exaggerating a bit as we only traveled through 3 countries in 2 weeks and even though we did have backpacks, it wasn't like we were roughing it by camping - no we stayed in hotels and traveled by train.

As it was our first time overseas, it was quite an experience. We flew from Saskatoon to Chicago (3 hours), Chicago to London (8 hours) and from London to Madrid (2 hours). It was a long flight and we literally had to run to each of our connecting flights as we definitely would have missed them had we walked to our gates considering how huge the airports were. The weirdest thing about our flight was on one of them, they served milk in a plastic tube that was approx. 2 tablespoons worth - odd. Just for your reference, Madrid is 7 hours ahead of Saskatoon.

Once we arrived in Madrid, it was literally the first time I felt like a true foreigner as I made the mistake of thinking everyone could speak English. Our backpacks, that literally had everything in it minus our credit cards and passport, missed the connecting flight from London to Madrid so after some discussion, we made a claim for our bags and tried to find our hotel (I was a bit more worried about my backpack as I had borrowed it from a good friend after finding out how much a new one costs).

The weather wasn't that great, probably around 0 the entire time we were there but we later found out we missed a major storm that was an anomaly so I was thankful for the 0 degree weather and it was still nicer than home (usually it is hot out around this time). As we didn't have our backpacks we decided to walk and explore the city. It should be noted that Madrid streets are NOT set up on a grid system, at least their main city area isn't, so finding our hotel was hard. We had a map but every street started with Casa. It was made even harder after realizing I wrote the address down wrong, oh well, at least I tried. We ended up going to a different hotel who was nice enough to phone the correct one to confirm they still had our room booked. Even after learning where the hotel was, it was still hard to find it. I even resorted in asking a local where it was and she spoke to me in Spanish and pointed the way.

We finally checked into our room where I had my first run in with a bidet :P The hotel staff were super nice and spoke a bit of English. They were nice enough to call on our behalf (in Spanish) to inquire about our bags which were delivered the next day at 10:00. The food in Madrid was awesome, Spanish people love their tapas, jambon (ham) and socializing. The city had numerous squares as a reference point when locating certain locations and the architecture was unbelievable (it makes Saskatoon look a bit dull) . I made John go to the zoo which was surprisingly huge and fun. We also went to the Museo Nacional Reina Sofia where it was the first time I discovered you can take photos of certain paintings.

We stayed in Madrid for 3 nights and then took a train to Barcelona. The difference between Madrid and Barcelona was almost night and day. Madrid was much more conservative where people were fairly dressed up and Barcelona was more modern. We stayed in a hotel that was 5 minutes away from the beach but again the weather was not cooperating and rained off and on. We spent a lot of time walking around, exploring the Rambla street and huge seafood market. I had my first experience touring a castle and seeing the Segrada Familia which completely blew me away with all the details that went into constructing such an enormous church as well as Antoni Gaudi's other creation, La Pedrera. Photos of both Madrid and Barcelona can be found here.

In general, these are some of the differences I experienced about Spain:

1. More conservative overall in general
2. Bidets - do I need to say more
3. Half glass shower partitions (no doors)
4. Hotels are small
5. Spanish people love their tapas and eating late; certain meals comes in a certain way without providing you other alternatives (ie eggs are cooked sunny side up)
6. Naps are a necessity as shops open late in the morning and close for a portion of the afternoon
7. Street are very narrow; people love their scooters and there are no trucks; there are numerous squares where street performers perform at
8. A lot of people smoke
9. Alcohol is cheap but they don't have pints or schooners of beer; Usually the selection of alcohol is limited as they just serve the best wines to begin with
10. Metros are very easy to figure out and cheap to get around
11. Tipping is low and not really done
12. Pop still comes in bottles (no fountain pop) and people love to drink sparkling water

Stay tuned for a review of France and Italy.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Every Halloween the Broadway Theatre in Saskatoon shows "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" starring Tim Curry, Susan Sarandon and Barry Bostwick. Having never gone to experience theshow but wanting to each year, I jumped at the chance to go when the company I went with had never seen it either.

Arriving at the theatre I was in for a shock as I had no clue what the movie was about and wasexpecting the normal Halloween scary costumes. Instead I found myself surrounded by male cross dressers scantily clad like the main character of the movie along with young females wearing nothing but bustiers, skimpy panties and fishnet stockings, again like the main character of the movie. It was crazy to see, especially the guys, how far they went to look like the main character (shudder).

We sat down and I highly enjoyed people watching as people meandered in, wearing various costumes mimicking characters from the show. The company with me had a little bit more background of the show and brought the necessary items to throw at the appropriate times during the movie - toast, toilet paper and newspapers. I had no idea what I was in for.

The director of the theatre came on stage and said we were fairly tame versus the crowd the night before as no one was able to hear what he was saying due to the noise level. He then started off the movie with a quick contest for the best costume. Naturally there were the few that were dressed up as something other than the characters of the movie and it was apparent they were not in the running. Once the winners were chosen, the director got off stage and the movie started.

It must be made known this movie was produced in 1975 and you can definitely tell with the opening scene. Without spoiling what the movie is about, it is definitely not a thriller but a musical with Meatloaf making an appearance in it. The audience participation, however is what made the movie. From the opening lines, "Asshole" was yelled out whenever the character Brad spoke and "Slut" was yelled out when the character Janet spoke. It wasn't apparent at first why the audience was saying this but it became obvious near the middle of the film. Other highlights of the experience included the audience interaction - taking out newspapers and covering their heads as water pistols were brought out to re-enact the storm scene. Toast was thrown in the theatre naturally during a supper scene and toilet paper was tossed with the character Dr. Scott came on screen. Either way, I thought it was a good and entertaining experience for the $15 that I paid to get in but I probably won't go to see it again. It is just one of those things you should experience once in a lifetime.

In order to understand my point of views is to know me

I've been following a number of blogs for a while and I read all kinds of posts along with their comments, mostly good, some mind provoking, some critical. With the critical ones, I understand the tendency for people to want to tell the truth, provide constructive criticism, be a devil's advocate, provoke a debate but the odd instances I feel the reader should take the time to learn more about their author, to understand where they are coming from and what their personality is like to know why they wrote what they did before they attack them. We all go through experiences differently and even if we did go through the exact same experience I bet you we would each tell a different story.

For that reason, this post is about me. Selfish as that is, I want you to get to know me and understand the personality behind the posts (far between as they are) and why I chose to write them. Yes I realize at this point I probably lost a lot of readers but those that continue to read the rest I thank you.

I am first and foremost Asian. What does that have to do with anything? Nothing really except that I am proud of my background (though I wished I knew more about my family history and could speak the language - it also makes me short), have the chubbiest face known to mankind and am frugal. We like to eat out lots and because of that, I watch my spending in other areas and rarely go out any other times.

I am fiercely competitive for as long as I recall. We would have math tests in elementary school and I recall thinking to myself I had to beat the boys in my class and that there was no coming in second place. I recall participating in track and field and thinking the blue ribbons didn't even compare to the red ribbons. I am also most competitive when it comes to anything where I have to face off against guys as I hate the mentality that guys are better than girls - that just irks me. I hate losing and I hate giving up. This is not to say if I lost I wouldn't congratulate the winner, it just meant I had to try that much harder the next time. I will try anything and keep at it until I become good at it (unless I get absolutely bored of it).

I am also extremely stubborn. This often gets me into a lot of debates, some which I know from the moment I start I know I will lose but I cannot back down. I am most stubborn when I want those around me to enjoy things, but because they know I love it as well they will not take it. At times I am so stubborn I act like a two year old. Thanks mom and dad for giving me this trait.

I am also a positive person, I look on the bright side of things even when things are down. When things are down, I look for the good as there is ALWAYS something good in everything, you might just have to search harder for it. I like to remain upbeat and positive as the times that I am down, I didn't care for it and I truly am the only person that can control my destiny. Being down puts me in a victim mentality when I know for a fact that I can change my situation and that the world really does not revolve around me.

I am also a hard worker - boredom drives me to play silly games where my competitiveness doesn't allow me to be second best. This drives me crazy. I love to work and if I won a million dollars, I would probably still work, maybe just not as hard and travel more (feel free to give me a million dollars so I can prove this point). I like working as a team, regardless of hierarchy as you are only as rich as the company you work for or own is and it is rare to become rich on your own. I don't understand people who walk around with a chip on their shoulder or act better than you - what does this prove? Bottom line is, the busier I am, the more productive I feel, the happier I am.

I also love to eat - I will eat almost anything that is not found in the fruits and vegetable group. Give me a medium rare steak any day of the week and I will be a happy camper. What more is there to say?

This is me in a nut shell. I could go on but I'm afraid I probably lost all my readers or put everyone to sleep. However if anyone wants me to go on just say the word.

The Keg disappointed me like I had just broken up with my boyfriend

Okay so I am exaggerating slightly, it wasn't that traumatic but it was close. (Disclaimer you should know: I absolutely love a medium rare steak with red wine and the Keg had yet to disappoint me... until now [yes I know, melodramatic, cue the music, dum dum dum]). We frequent the Keg quite often, more often than the normal human being should and yes, there were the odd times (like once in a blue moon)the steak wasn't cooked quite to perfection but they've always been excellent at making up for it so I can't hold it against them for it (never mind the fact we had a server who was absolutely awesome when we sat down at a table in the lounge only to have an irate woman tell us we butted in line when we honestly didn't know there was a line to begin with and thought people were just milling around the entrance after being fulfilled from a massive supper and enjoyable company - that is another story for a different time [if she had been nicer we would have no problem giving up the table to her but the server said not to bother]).

However, at a time where I was craving a medium rare blue cheese fillet, I chose to go to the Key instead of the opening of Folkfest where a variety of food was offered up for the taking, never mind it holds fond memories. My husband and I like to sit at the bar which probably was our first mistake but we've never run into a problem before doing so and like to reserve larger tables for bigger groups instead of just the two of us. We chose seating at the bar that was on the other end close to the transaction machine. After settling in, we were greeted by one of the 3 bartenders who asked us what we would like and if we would like a beverage. After ordering a martini that contained basil, he left promptly only to come back to state they were out of basil. No big deal. We then ordered vodka martinis and off he went to make them. While he was off making our concoctions, another bartender came up and asked if we had been served. We proceeded to say yes but asked for menus which he promptly gave us. Our martinis came shortly after and that was the last we received any service.

At the time, we thought nothing of it and decided what delectable meal we wanted out of the vast selection. We closed our menus and enjoyed our delicious martinis and wonderful company. It was soon after we realized that we weren't going to be served as numerous drinks were served (and don't get us wrong, we realize we were sitting at the bar). However after seeing a bartender open a box of new wine glasses and polish them while another one glanced at our closed menus and checked his phone in front of us, it was obvious we were not going to be served. Normally this wouldn't bother us but let's face it, we arrived shortly after 7 and after 40 minutes I was starving. I could understand that the bar was busy serving drinks but in the end, not a single drink ticket came in for a good 5 minutes and I am fully aware of how long of a wait it is to be served a succulent steak once ordered. I was heartbroken.

Finally after much discussion, as I hate to give up on my favorite restaurant that serves my #1 meal and my husband hates conflict, I asked for the bill for our martinis. I stated that since we weren't getting served, I would like our bill and that we were going elsewhere. Without hesitation and NO effort to try to save us as customers we got our bill with a minute apology and left to a place that served a very delicious meal, one I would almost consider to be a competitor of theirs with a smaller steak selection (but seeing as it's not about the competitor I won't say where we went). I would like to blame this on new bartenders or even a busy restaurant but seriously, if the first reason is the issue, train your staff better and it definitely can't be the second as they were polishing new wine glasses and checking their phones. Overall I am truly disappointed in the Keg and may have to reconsider my choices when craving a steak even though I was once a loyal Keg fan.