Taxis were more often than not, vintage cars, and the thrill of riding in these relics didn’t fade. One night, looking for a ride to an ice cream spot after dinner, Matt was negotiating the price for the ride and the young driver said to Matt in broken English “You can have ride for $5 but you drive.” Whether or not this guy was serious, is a topic of debate but Matt climbed into the driver’s seat and after a few jarring gear shift changes, we were soaring down the Malecon with Matt at the wheel. The taxi driver and his friend sat in the front often giving directions to Matt in Spanish.
Later we learned that this is highly illegal and had we been pulled over, Matt and the taxi driver would have likely gone to jail. So glad I didn’t know that at the time.
Cuba has been on my bucket list since I learned that it was off limits.
The idea of exploring the country seen as forbidden was as tempting as a teenager girl with the bad boy.
It took some convincing for Matt to leave on a random weekend in April but after having one too many gin and tonics, Tyler, Matt and I booked our trip.
The only options for flights were red eyes which always seem like good ideas at the time but after trying to sleep on a budget airline in the middle of the night, it seems that paying the extra money for a flight during human hours may have been worth it.
The moment we got off of the airplane it felt like we had traveled far beyond the 30 min. Flight from Miami. The customs officials were dressed in fishnet stockings, short skirts, high heels and low cut shirts. It was like they were wearing slutty Halloween costumes of TSA officials. The men, all looking like they came straight from the gym wore shirts so tight their buttons held on for dear life. I don’t mean to over-generalize but every single one of them was exceptionally good-looking.
‘Maybe they just use the most beautiful as the welcoming committee for the country.’ I thought.
In our drive to our Air bnb the infrastructure and foliage reminded me traveling through Sri Lanka and Vietnam.
More to Come!
I have a new creative mom interview up and you are not going to want to miss it.
Her name is Brie and no, I am not interviewing myself, thank you. We met when we were both cast in the 2016 Listen to Your Mother Boulder show. I didn’t want to love her, mostly because she is both stunningly beautiful and hilarious. Nature isn’t always fair this way and she is a prime example. But she is incredibly humble and charming, I couldn’t help but to get over myself and make her be my friend. She hasn’t been able to get rid of me since.
Brie is a former teacher and now an author with big dreams and a the stuff to make it happen. Also, she started this amazing company where she takes women on self-discovery retreats, which, mark my words, I WILL go on one day.
This week, His Lordship and I are leaving Sir and Lady behind and traveling to Cuba. It will be a short trip, only 5 days but it will be 5 nights longer than I have spent away from my babes. When planning this trip I thought, ‘by that point, I will sooooo be ready to leave them to reclaim my passion for travel.’ Now here we are, just a few days away and I feel like I am going to poop. Really, when I get nervous I get diarrhea.
We are leaving them with Matt’s mom and stepdad who absolutely adore my kids and they will do a fantastic job. My biggest concern is my kiddos feeling abandoned or forgotten. I know that I am attaching adult emotions to an 18 month-old but I am just worried.
I think parenting is simply a journey of coming to terms with the mom you are, and the mom you wish you were. Before becoming a mom, I thought I would be traveling at the same rate that I was before, averaging 3 new countries in a year. The reality is, planning to leave these wild toddlers is much more complicated. For instance, I am still nursing and I will have to bring along a pump, what will happen to my milk supply? Also, Benton REALLY likes mom snuggles before bed and when he is tired his cries can turn to a tantrum in a second.
Cuba is a bucket list destination of ours and I am sure it will be all I have dreamed. I can’t wait for the food, the sun, the culture, and the beach. My friend Brie Doyle who organizes women’s retreats reminded me that taking a trip like this with young children is “a trip they will never remember you taking but it is a trip that you will never forget.” I hope she is right, and for the right reasons.
If you get a chance and are the praying type, or the good vibe sending type, please pray for our safety and the littles’ adjustment.
Be gentle with me, I have a confession; I effing hate bath time.
As a parent, I think that there is one task that just drives us mad. Like nails on a chalk board or the parenting equivalent of someone explaining a traditional IRA to me. No thank you. My thing is; bath time. I loathe it. I would rather my kids go without a bath for 5 days and begin to smell like a wet puppy, than have to endure bath time. I can’t explain fully why I hate it so much, maybe it is the time of day, maybe it is getting splashed with water, I don’t know. The good news is; Matt and my mom don’t mind this nearly as much as I do, which means that my kids are regularly bathed and you can hold off on calling Child Protective Services.
Here is a video of the hilarious mom duo from Pump and Dump about her “thing”
As many of you know, I am working on a Children’s book. My goal is to both write and illustrate it. The problem is, I often feel like an impostor when I start drawing characters. I mean, what do I know about illustration, really? I also get caught up in what will happen after I finish it. Will people want to read this? Will it get published? Will people laugh at me? So I stay stuck in the preliminary stages.
Just before Christmas I was asked to illustrate a family for a Christmas card. I was really excited about it, but so so nervous.
This family has four beautiful kids. I took this image to start with.
I decided to use a combination of Tombow and Copic markers.
Finally, after fixing the littlest’s face, I finished.
I am gaining some confidence in this process and I am ready to get serious.
Happy Holidays Friends, if you have attempted to contact me in the last week or so I apologize. I have been hermiting while working my tail off trying to prepare for this craft bazaar. I am selling hand painted or hand created greeting cards. I have made 104 of them. Let’s let that sink in for a minute…. 104!
This is the first time in my life I have put my art up for sale for the general public and it is stressing me out.
Please just stop by the Stratton Community Center this Thursday from 2-8 and buy some greeting cards from me. You didn’t even know you needed them, but you do, you so do.
You guys, I have been feeling pretty blah lately. It is a combination of all of the hatred being spewed about this election and the change of seasons that is making me weary. I am not ready for the cold, making the world less accessible.
My mantra lately is “Just show up.” When I am finding it too exhausting to put things out, as in creating, I put things in, as in learning.
All of the money I have made on selling my art and writing, I have put back into taking classes to sharpen my skills. I love learning, I love learning about things I love. I have taken a couple writing classes and below are pictures from a glass blowing class I took a while back.
I have been finding a lot of encouragement in a few books that I have really fallen in love with as of late: Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert and Carry On, Warrior by Glennon Doyle Melton. Which has lead me to my new obsession; Magic Lessons Podcast. If you consider yourself to be a creator or if you want to be, go listen to this FREE podcast. It is no secret that Elizabeth Gilbert and I are soul mates (she just doesn’t know it yet) so I may be slightly biased, but give it a go and let me know what you think.
To be honest, I have been dreaming big these days and it is scary because I know that there are people out there that think I am garbage and they really don’t want to see me succeed. It’s also scary because there are people out there that believe in me that really do want me to succeed.
Sending my love!