Why the Christ?

Travel is a freeing experience…as I have often described it…a “come to Jesus moment”. To have the opportunity to see the world and further more to see how blessed we are to be American is a priceless realization. Having had the chance to see some of this vast world I have had more than a few “come to Jesus moments”. It happened at the top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa and it happened at the entrance gate of the Taj Mahal. It happened as we stood above the clouds atop of a volcano in Hawaii. It even happened at the foot of the Piton Mountains on an island called St. Lucia. But now…right this very moment, I brace myself as I venture to point my mind to our next “moment”. This time, ironically enough, it will be an actual “come to Jesus” moment.

Our next adventure is planned to take place in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Our choice of Brazil was not an easy one, throwing around Thailand and Australia, Morocco and New Zealand as our next vacation destinations. Egypt still being elusive due to civil unrest, the pyramids are still a few moments away. This time we wanted to return to a place tropical, a place filled with sunshine and beaches, but we still wanted to continue to check off our goal of seeing the world’s wonders. After much deliberation Rio seemed to be the sensible compromise.

Surely, we never make our decisions solely based on price or hotel reviews or flight time or cultural intrigue. No, sometimes we choose based on other important criteria that have served to sway our choice, like songs (God Is Real by India Arie - St. Lucia) and food (Curry found in India). This time it was a movie. Rio. The movie about the two Blue Macaws that fell in love. Yes, that RIO. Jamie Foxx, George Lopez…brilliant, inspiring Rio. So will we see the famous blue birds? I doubt it, but our hope is that we will see one other famous feature in Rio…The Christ.

Who is “The Christ”? More importantly, why “The Christ”?

 

 

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Briefly, the real name, the one we may actual hear in Brazil is Cristo Redentor. We in America call it Christ the Redeemer. It is the largest Art Deco piece in the world and is the 5^th largest statue of Christ in the world. It is 130ft tall. Constructed between the years of 1922 and 1931 it sits on Corcovado Mountain majestically overlooking the city of Rio. The statue was subtly constructed in the shape of cross to portray an endearing message of Christianity to the world.

I do not believe in idol worship or bowing down to structures as representatives of God, but rather giving respect to God’s handy work. Like the miracle of the Sistine Chapel, Michelangelo could not have laid on his back for endless hours daily and yearly without the awesome assistance of one greater than himself (whether he was aware of it or not). Similarly, those who may have created the awe inspiring wonders of the world for the love of their companion, praise to nature, honor of self or by force by an oppressor really were caring out the handy work of God himself. At least for me, when I see these awesome wonders I can’t help but think about Heaven and how much more awesome it must be there in the presence of the real Christ who has redeemed us by his mercy.

So what will it be like to visit Tujica Forest National Park where Christ the Redeemer lives? It will be a “come to Jesus” moment…another reminder of how small we are and how big he is.

Rome

Rome was everything we had hoped that it would be! Oh, how I wish I could tell it all…but alas I cannot. If I were to share all we experienced it could take all day.

In lieu of taking all day, let’s just hit the high notes:

The Vatican: The very first thing we learned on our scenic route to the Vatican is that the Stato della Città del Vaticano, as it is called in Italy, is actually the world’s smallest country (or independent state, depending on how you look at it). Maybe you knew that, but I sure didn’t. It is 110 acres with a population of about 800 and though it sits in Rome, it is not at all governed by Rome. How cool is that?

God and Adam; the highlight of the Sistine Chapel

Yes, we saw all the sites that tourists would want to see in Rome, the Vatican Museum, St. Peter’s Basilica (it is a work of art all by itself), the Vatican Library, the Apostolic Palace and St. Peter’s Square just to name a few, but the crème de la crème, the proverbial icing on the cake, the cherry on top was of course the Sistine Chapel. It was indeed as awe inspiring as all the stories I have heard told and retold over the years of my short life.

Again, I cannot put words together that would ever express our experience there, except to say that it was yet another life changing moment.

Adam and Eve being driven from the Garden of Eden

The entire view of the Sistine Chapel, painted exactly to scale no matter where the on looker stands in the room, wow!!

The artistic genius behind the Sistine Chapel may have often been at odds with The Pope through the nine years of its creation, he may not have always been filled with the most positive of thoughts, but whatever he was thinking when he painted the breathtaking master piece, the finished product was that of sheer brilliance, sheer perfection…I was overwhelmed.

Michelangelo, the creator of the Sistine Chapel and of many other works of art, painted the ceiling lying on his back, in dim light for hours a day. At one point paint had dropped into his eyes blinding him till he could no longer see. What was his response to this unfortunate turn of events? He closed his eyes and envisioned the pictures in his head and let his hands guide him. Just in case you missed it. He painted with his eyes closed. Can we say it all together…Genius!

We saw other master pieces by Michelangelo, like the Pieta. This is the sculpture of Mary chiseled with the face of his own mother, holding the lifeless body of Christ Jesus. It brought tears to my eyes.

Michelangelo's Pieta (Mary has the face of his mother who died when he was five years old. In her open palm is the word "Mother". 

The Colosseum (this is not a typo): It was originally called the Flavian Amphitheatre. This structure is considered to be the single most heralded piece of Roman architecture.  We had the opportunity to briefly see this structure, we did not go inside, but just from the outside view I could again understand how it became a tourist attraction, if not for its longevity alone. Its construction began in 72 AD and it is still standing today. It was used for public speaking and gladiator events. It was also where plays were performed. It is where we get our blue print for coliseum construction today.

The Colosseum

There is more to be said of amazing Rome, but maybe that will be a post for a different day…but for now…

Here is the synopsis: Rome was a fitting end to a wonderful trip. This European destination, Rome, Italy was so surreal to experience. It was interesting to walk the land that was mentioned in the Bible. It was also quite intriguing to experience the nation that was once the super power of the entire world.

Apostolic Palace

St. Peter's Square

The entrance to the Vatican

Our ticket into the Vatican

Everywhere we turned there was a picture of Pope John Paul II.

He was clearly their favorite.

You’ve heard the saying, “all roads lead to Rome”, or how about, “when in Rome do as the Romans do", or even “Rome wasn’t built in a day”. Well, we now know the reason for these phrases. Our guide told us that the phrase “all roads lead to Rome” came from the fact that the roads of this major metropolis were historically built in a wheel spoke formation, sort of like a wagon wheel. For commerce and trade and other interactions with the surrounding areas these roads made easy access into Rome. Even today, with all the modern additions to the city, this concept remains true. Whether coming from Venice or Naples or Capri, all roads lead to Rome.

In addition to that, Rome is a city that was built in “layers”. There are some roads and streets that run under modern day Roman streets. There are many “eras” of building and construction in Rome. Some of the most famous structures took hundreds of years to complete leading one to agree with the notion that Rome was not built in a day.

AND when in Rome it is advantageous to comply with the rules of conduct in common courtesy (or lack thereof) and rules of the road and so on. It is essential for survival. Our guide explained to us that motorcyclist are like “mosquitoes”, no one pays them any attention they just get swatted. Pedestrians, old and young, better fear for their lives if they must cross the road on the “zebra lines”. He said it is Russian Roulette for them on a daily basis. Also, it is wise to adopt the eating habits and laid back culture. You could attempt to do as the Americans do, but I don’t know that you will get very far.    

That concludes our story…for now. Of course we are planning our next adventure and this time we need your help. Stay tuned to help us decide where in the world we go next. Until then travel smart and travel safely!

Note: Photos of the Sistine Chapel are unfortunately not our own. Due to the rules of the State of the Vatican photographers are either not allowed to photograph at all or photograph with no flash rendering the photos dark and not worth of sharing. Therefore, I supplemented very nice Sistine Chapel photos courtesy of Wikipedia.

The Leaning Tower of Pisa

Whew!! We finally got to Pisa. It’s funny because I had a few other frivolous things to say before I got to my most favorite part of the trip. I have been asked over and over, “How was the Leaning Tower?” The answer is, “It was great!!”, but it has taken me a while to put it into words. That is really the main reason for the delay. It was supposed to be my very first entry upon our return…but I just could not put it into words.

Similar to my trip to the Taj Mahal, the Leaning Tower of Pisa had been on my list of must see wonders as a little girl. My favorite T.V. channel growing up was PBS (the Public Broad Casting Station). That channel was so awesome because it exposed me to the world and gave me my first thirst for education, art, and travel. I would venture to say that that very station helped to shape me (from the age of three) into the deep thinker I am today.

Reading Rainbow, with Levar Burton, made me want to dream and explore. Levar took us to the tomb of Tut, through the journey of chemistry, to the days of slavery and to outer space and beyond, all through the pages of a book. All without leaving my living room. It was through these journeys that I first longed to travel. The first places I dreamed of going were the pyramids and then the Taj Mahal and the then the Greek ruins and one day to Rome.

 As children we dream so freely that we dare to have the audacity to think that those dreams could one day come true. For me they have.

So as we drove through the Tuscan fields we looked out way in the distance beyond some hills and caught the first glimpse of the awe inspiring Tower. In the mist and fog, it leaned just as it had in pictures and in books. My eyes got misty with tears. As we began our descent into the very court yard where it stood (we were on foot by now). I held my partner’s arm and fought back the tears.

If you look closely, you can see the Leaning Tower of Pisa

I had, as I explained to one of my friends, a “Come to Jesus moment”. I had had the same feeling as we passed through the gates of the garden and into the view of the Taj Mahal. What is the “Come to Jesus moment”? For me, it’s the moment when I am reminded of how frail and how small I am. It is the moment when I am reminded once again that in the vast scheme of things, I really don’t matter all that much. It is the reminder, looking up at a creation that only God could have inspired, that He still works miracles. That is the moment.

I felt it as we ascended into the clouds, one mile above the ground in a hot air balloon. I felt it as I stared into the crystal blue water of the Bahamas. I felt it as I experienced the wonder of the symmetrical Piton Mountains of St. Lucia. It cleansed my soul as I sat on the steps of the wondrous Taj Mahal. Now, I felt it again as I walked into the court yard of the Cathedral that the Tower was built for.

Every word or description I could offer about our experience that day in Pisa is a finite, frail attempt to put into utterance just how awe inspiring it was. But I am struggling mightily to give just a glimpse…

There were many tours scheduled that rainy day in Pisa. Some tours only offered a look on the outside of the structure. Some more detailed tours like ours offered a full historical narrative from a well informed tour guide as well as a trek up all 294 steps to the top of the tower.

Note: We felt lucky, but nervous at the same time. You see, over the last several hundred years the Tower has been a work in progress, with architects from Italy and England putting their brilliant heads together to solve the problem of the ever sinking structure. One engineer finally came to a suitable resolution of adding lead to the leaning side and taking earth from the more sturdy side to counter balance the structure. This also meant that cables were attached to the Tower for nearly ten years to finally halt any further leaning. The hope was the cable attached to a more sturdy adjacent structure as well as the fore mention engineering would stop The Leaning Tower of Pisa from leaning any further and stop it from falling over. Once the cables were removed, the most stability to date had been achieved. Yet, due to the eternally moist soil that settled above underground canals, the Tower continues to sink about a millimeter every year. Our guide says this constant sinking is not visible to the naked eye if you were to visit from one year to the next, but that when it becomes a problem in the next century or so another solution will have to be employed.

Back to the story: By the time we arrived at the Leaning Tower of Pisa there were no cables to steady the structure. The lean seemed even more exaggerated the closer you got. Our tour guide was awesome, she had our tickets ready. She handed them to the attendant and we were able to skip the three hour line.

One by one, we trudged up each worn, marble step. The steps were so worn in fact, we had to step on the side of the deep divot less we slip into the crater. The steps were steep and wet. Now tears welled up into my eyes for a different reason. I did not want to die. Death by plunging off of the great Leaning Tower didn’t seem like it would be a good excuse for my kids.

But we trudged on. The ascension was surprisingly quite quick as our anticipation and anxiety made us move quickly. We ignored our burning muscles. Our lungs burned with fire.

Then we reached the top. My husband had opted not to carry an umbrella to keep his hands free in case he had to catch me. The rain dripped from his nose onto smiling lips. We looked at each other and said, “We did it babe!”

We had done it alright. But in the midst of our triumph I began to hyperventilate. I made the mistake of looking down. I had under estimated just how high we were. I began to feel faint. I began to feel light headed. I had never been afraid of heights before, but there is something about being at the top of a building leaning at about 40 degrees on wet marble with nothing to hold onto that might induce a sudden case of acrophobia.

We wanted to commemorate this moment with a photograph. An old English gentleman offered to be our photographer. He snapped two pictures of me and my adventurous beau, as the wind blew his umbrella from his hand. It toppled down into the belly of the Tower. An attendant retrieved it for him once he reached the bottom again. Our two photos, however, despite the kind gesture, did not come out. Be it operator error or inclement weather, the shots were lost, leaving us with only the memory seared into our everlasting imaginations. Sure, there were other pictures from atop the Tower, but the ones that are lost are always the ones you miss.

The bell of  the "Bell Tower" or A.K.A, The Leaning Tower of Pisa

Now silent to decrease vibration to stave off further leaning.

Note: The original bells are now in a museum in the court yard. 

The final descent was much slower than our rise to the top of the tower. I was suddenly 80 years old, clingy desperately to my husband’s arm. At times, all I could do was claw at a smooth wall with no railings and hope for the best. The stairwell that took you up was the same one that took you down and we had to pass single filed in certain spots which meant I could not hold on to his arm. Sometimes it got so tight that one person would have to come to a complete stop and flatten up against the wall to let another adventurer pass.   

Watch your step!

Tight quarters

By and by, we reached the bottom. I was changed. I was older. I was grateful. I was inspired. My life would never be the same.

Me

Of course there were other sites to see in that court yard on that exceptional day. There was the Cathedral, the Crematory and the Baptistery.

One note about the Baptistery: The roof of the structure was multicolored, checkered red and white on one half and checkered blue-gray and white on the other. Our knowledgeable guide told us that architects had designed it this way for the benefit of the sailors. Apparently, a well trained eye could spot the dome shaped roof of the Baptistery from the sea. Depending on what side he could see a sailor could navigate safely into the port just by deciphering the colors on the roof.

The Baptistry of the Cathedral of Pisa

This is the side with the red checkered pattern

We also visited shops and the small museum that had been built in more modern times. It was interesting to see how the ancient and Gothic had meld so seamlessly into the contemporary and current.

Finally, our tour had come to an end. As we walked back to our coach, hand and hand, we could not resist glancing back at the magnificent sight. We giggled like children, looking at one another and then looking back at the Tower. Even as the coach pulled off it was in our view. We continued to strain our eye sight to see until it ultimately disappeared from view, behind the hills into the fog.

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The closing act...Rome , The Colosseum and The Vatican. Don't miss it!

When you gotta go, you gotta go!!

I'll say it again (in my President Obama voice) "God bless the United States of America!"

It is good to go abroad and it is always good to be back home. I find that Europeans are not big on politeness and the niceties we Americans are taught from the womb, like “please” and “thank you”. If someone bumps you or steps on your toe, they usually just keep it moving. No pardon me, no excuse me, no con permiso or perdon. Nothing. They just walk on without a word or glance.

I also noticed that time moves slower over there. Not many people seem to be in a hurry. Numerous businesses close for the mid afternoon “siesta” and the banks…well the term “keeping bankers hours” took on a whole new meaning. Every major bank we passed had a “horario” or hours or operation from 8:30am to 2pm. One better get up early if they want to deposit their check or get some cash for the weekend. Get a late start and you are up a creek.

BUT there is one very interesting point to mention about Europe that I wish America would adopt as customary courtesy. Allow me to explain...

I noticed this practice most especially in Italy and France. These European countries have adopted a pay for public restroom use policy that threw me off initially, but that I found to be most refreshing once I understood it all. I found that most of the restaurants don’t have public restrooms. Those that do may have one stall with a line around the building. But on every corner or around the next bend there were plenty of “public restrooms” all manned with an attendant with a makeshift cash register and a sign that read 50 cents or 0.50 Euro.

Though our tour guide warned us of this practice before debarking to explore the city, I was so thrown off by this occurrence that I held IT…for a long while. I refused to pay for the common civility that every human should be offered. A restroom. Pay to use the toilet! Well I must have missed the memo, because everyone else seemed to be ok with paying. Those who did not grumble were all European though (or some other nationality). We few Americans were put off.

Against all my efforts to squeeze and think of something other than the beautiful crashing waves that we walked along side, my bladder forced this proud American to reach into her purse and pull out 0.50 Euro so that I could relieve myself.

Euros

To my pleasant surprise, the public restrooms were spotless, smelled fresh and didn’t make me want to vomit like some that I have been forced to use in the states and in other countries we have visited.

Was this bathroom Mecca a fluke? I thought so too initially. Maybe THAT one had not been used very often. After all, it was sort of off the beaten path. Not too much time passed when I had to go again and realized that this was typical. Clean, fresh restrooms were not atypical, but very usual.

I quickly came to the conclusion that if I had to pay 50 cents to use a clean bathroom, then by George, I was going to have to fit it into the budget. I assume the fee went to the attendant and the attendant with care and pride kept the facility presentable for patrons.

Euros

Interestingly enough, though the restrooms were clean, many did not have a toilet seat. Just the bowl. A clean bowl, but just a bowl nonetheless. Hey, when you got to go, you overlook certain things.

I have had to pay to use the restroom here in the states before. It was in L.A. at a McDonalds on the Walk of Fame. But there was no attendant collecting coins. There was just a lock that required you to insert a quarter to use the facility. I was just as out raged then as I was in Europe. Unfortunately, there was no silver lining. Once I paid the fee to use the restroom a horrid, smelly cesspool awaited. I decided to hold it and forfeit my 25 cents.

Up next, The Leaning Tower of Pisa!

Experiencing history in the making in France

Every adventure we have ever embarked upon has involved mystery, mayhem and enough suspense to fill a novel. It’s the stuff that makes life interesting, but a little bit scary. It’s also the stuff that may make the unsuspecting traveler a little wary to go abroad. Near misses and close calls add excitement and amusement to our trips and we always return home with amazing stories, sometimes even tragic ones. In spite of the fear that enshrouds U.S. departure and traveling overseas, I am becoming quite the adrenaline junkie, like those special people that bungee jump from hot air balloons. I am often waiting for the next cataclysmic event…I may be a little twisted…

This go ‘round there was no bungee jumping involved but there was an earthquake in Northern Italy when we were there. The quakes have continued even as recently as today in the city of Novi Di Modena. When we were in India there was a bombing just a block from our 5 star hotel at a hospital in protest against a rival medical establishment. Also while in India, there was a deadly earthquake on the border of India and Nepal. This seems to be becoming a habit for us.

I will add, though these calamities may be fascinating to be experienced from a distance, as it makes for interesting conversation and aligns our lives with a little piece of history, we do not take lightly the fact that we are so blessed to return home each time unharmed. Unfortunately, these kinds of natural disasters and acts of violence would take place regardless of whether we were there or not. Yet, these strange and random events help to remind us of our mortality and the fact that there is an Entity that exists that is larger than ourselves. We are grateful that we have not become the story line, but that we are able to return home to tell the story.

With that said, every story we have to share is not on the fore mentioned level of intensity, but they are intriguing none the less. While in France we were fortunate enough to experience some of the fan fair of the world famous Cannes Film Festival. The historic and exciting Grand Prix was being held in Monaco at that same time. We ran out of time and did not get the chance to slip over there but we heard it was equally as impressive.

In Cannes, we saw the red carpet that the stars were going to grace later that evening and we walked the path they walked and explored the marina filled with their million dollar yachts. History met modern day when we experienced the timeless hotels and casinos where the likes of icons such as Marilyn Monroe stayed when attending the festival.

There were reporters interviewing tents set up with Microphones, bright lights and cameras. We couldn’t make out just which stars were being interviewed at the time, but it could have very well been Gulianna and Ryan dissecting fashion with Tom and Katie. As a matter of fact Tom Cruise’s poster was front and center of the festival upon entering the beginning of the hot spot.

All the important brands put their best stock on display in eye catching, pricey ads and exhibits. The new Mercedes SL 500 boasted a distinctively fresh design after maintaining virtually the same body style for nearly two decades. Then there were the restaurants and high end shops that lined the streets. Surely we could only look in these venues as purchasing anything would have set us back…way back…but we dreamed for awhile, wide eyed and awe struck as we peered in.

We walked the French Riviera (Nice) beside a beach that was washed by ocean water of four different shades of blue. This peaceful and serene backdrop was the birth site of one of the most famous set of Twins in Hollywood, (not to be confused with Dem Babies, another famous twin set). The Brangelina clan flew to Nice, France to quietly give birth to their boy/girl twins. We drove past the now famous hospital.

Courtesy of People.com

Hospital of the Jolie-Pitt Family

At every turn there were historical sites to see, famous monuments and buildings, serene beaches and unsullied waters. We tried to take it all in. We tried to sear it all into our memories so that we would have magnificent memories to share and a story to tell…stay tuned there's more.

Hips!!

We are back and we had a blast! Now, please oblige me for a moment to share my first entry from our 10 day excursion of Europe. This has got to be hands down my most quirky entry to date, but the facts were so overwhelming that I had to come back and write about it. Why? Well for so many reasons. After all, I am an ethnic woman of color who has grown to embrace her feminine curves. Also, as I stated before, I was a little overwhelmed by what I saw and I really just thought it would be downright funny.

So in case you are completely confused and have absolutely no idea what I am driving at…allow me to explain.

Spanish women are beautiful! They come in so many beautiful shapes and sizes. They are olive or dark, fair coifed or brunette, but many, many have one hard to miss asset in common…hips. Curvaceous, soft, womanly hips. AND they don’t mind showing them off. To my surprise, early in the morning, as we walked the streets of Barcelona (in somewhat brisk weather), there were woman wearing short shorts, hot pants, stretch pants, leggings, skinny jeans and any other garment that hugged and showed off that derriere, the backside, aka the booty. Thick girls had curves. Skinny girls had curves. I began to think there must be something in the water.

But with each bootylicious bum that passed, I became full of a strange joy. It seemed as if these women, at least the women on the street of Las Ramblas in Barcelona had long since come to the realization that we in America are just not starting to embrace thanks to the likes of Kim Kardashian, Jennifer Lopez and Beyonce Knowles. What realization is that you might ask? The answer: Real women have curves. AND curves are beautiful.

Of course I make this declaration because I have no shortage of curves on my own very femininely shaped body. As a matter of fact, I fit right in, in Barcelona and it felt good. It felt nice to embrace rather than attempt to hide or detract from for once.

So although this post has absolutely no educational value at all, I just had to share. I now feel somehow purged and more free. I hope you do to.

Up next, more on our amazing journey of Europe, through the Western Mediterranean, Spain, the French Riviera and Italy. I can assure you there will be no more talk about female body parts. But, on a different note, Tom Cruise and Angelina Jolie may show up. We just happened to be in Cannes, France during the world famous Cannes Film Festival. Stay tuned.

Intriguing Spain

We are staying in Spain for three days of our vacation so it is only fitting to dedicate some time to this  iconic region. When you first hear the word Spain one may think ecstasy, sultry, and mystic. One may also think of splendor, tradition and beauty. Both would be right. Spain is all of those things.

Among all the experiences of Spain, there are beaches, historic architecture, waterfalls, exquisite shopping, the Picasso Museum and world famous wine. There are also some little known facts or facts one may not have realized about Spain; here are just a few:

-          The Canary Islands, a group of islands off the coast of Africa, are actually a Spanish territory.

-         Cueta and Melilla, though they are situated inside the northern African country of Morocco, these two are also Spanish territories.

-          Spain is the second largest country in Western Europe after France and is the fourth largest in all of Europe.

-         As we Americans can sometimes be quite pompous to think that our young country is the only influence on the vast world. Quite the contrary, Spain’s legacy has produced 500 million Spanish speakers at home and around the world. It is the second largest first language spoken behind Chinese (not English as one may have thought).

-         One of the more intriguing facts about Spain (at least to me) is how Spain has not only influenced language around the world but culture and race. According to my scan of Wikipedia, “White” Latin Americans make up about 1/3 of Latin America’s population. The way that was stated was quite curious so I decided to gain further insight into what it means to be a “White” Spaniard (as it was also referenced) versus all the other Spaniards. Who then (meaning, what group of people) make up the other 2/3? You can guess what I am driving at, but I will leave you hanging for a moment and come back to that point in another post.

-         Another point of interest in Spain is the Sagrada Familia. I may have overlooked this special tourist attraction if not for my “Godsister” (her mommy and daddy are my children’s “Guideparents”). She visited Spain last year to study abroad and to learn more about her college minor, Spanish. When I was chatting with her about the things we just had to see in Barcelona she rattled off many well known sights, then she hit me with this one. “You have to see this building that they never stop building!” She visited it while there but could not quite recall the name. All she could remember at the time was “Familia”. I began to research and found that the name is the Sagrada Familia, a “would be” church that was begun in 1882. Every source I have researched states that completion is “far from over”, even though it has been under construction for 130 years. Construction was begun by Francisco De Paula Del Villar. One year later a modern architect named Antonio Gaudi took over as lead architect. He was only 31 at the time. This was his life’s project as Gaudi poured his heart and soul into the “Gaudi Cathedral”, but died in 1926 before it was completed. Since then construction has continued and this edifice has become a tourist attraction in Barcelona, with funding for construction coming solely from ticket sales to see the great monument.  

This is the "cathedral" still under construction as we speak.

This is the way Antonio Gaudi envisioned the church to look when it was completed.

We still have plenty of research to do before we leave in about 6 weeks…the count down continues…

The five year old traveler goes to Atlanta

The five year old traveler loves spontaneity. Never one to sit at home and twiddle her thumbs, she is ever awaiting the next adventure. With this in mind we decided to surprise her with a new trip.

I became aware of the fact that her daddy’s next business trip was going to be in Atlanta. Remembering that the Traveler had an agenda to fulfill in GA, I thought it only fitting to turn this business trip into a mini vacation and a wonderful surprise.

Sidebar: Her daddy often works on privileged and confidential matters for different organizations providing them with mitigation of alleged problems. (If I told you anymore I would have to kill you).His job takes him all over the United States and abroad. We live in a reality where at the drop of a hat he may be flown out to California or Puerto Rico, Alaska or New York to resolve one of these cases. The really awesome part…sometimes we get to go too.

Back to the story: Needless to say, she enjoyed yet another stay in a five star, five diamond hotel and dined on top notch cuisine, but the most fun part of her adventure was her visit to the American Girl Boutique and Bistro.

On a calm, unseasonably warm Sunday, we arrived at the American Girl Doll shop where she and her American Girl, Kanani, experienced the hair salon, mid afternoon lunch at the bistro and wall to wall American Girl Doll fun. She had a blast and so did Kanani ;-).

By the way, the brain child behind the whole trip was the Traveler’s Mimi. Ever since she received her doll on Christmas, Mimi has wanted her grandchild to experience the fun and excitement of the American Girl store. She even drove four hours from Charlotte, North Carolina to meet us there (a fact the Traveler was also unaware of until she laid eyes on her). Her arrival was a marvelous surprise and made the experience all the more special. I think Mimi enjoyed the store almost as much as her grannie!

The five year old traveler with her American Girl Doll

given to her as a Christmas gift by her Aunite Ray

The American Girl store is located in Alpharetta, GA about 23 miles outside of the Atlanta city limits, within a quaint little mall called North Point. We also explored other sites while in Atlanta those two days. It is a beautiful city with good shopping and interesting culture; a very nice place to visit.

Who knows where the Traveler will take us next, but when she goes we will be right there…

Below is an excerpt taken from my travel page, Nashville Budget Travel, Examiner.com:

If there ever was such a thing as sugar and spice and everything nice, then it lives inside a red and white box. The American Girl doll comes complete with clothes, accessories and lifestyle sets like sports, swimming and bathing. One can purchase just about every theme an imagination can dream up in the store of the American Girl Doll. Floor to ceiling American Girl paraphernalia line the walls and fill every square inch of the fantastical little shop in Alpharetta, GA (a suburb of Atlanta).

Rest assured the magic does not end once you reach adulthood. Even the grownups who pass through those big glass doors seem to mystically slip back into the fairy tale land of youth. This outing, which is a short 3.5 hours from Nashville city limits, could be turned into a wonderfully economical and memorable trip for the whole family. Oh ,but one must guard their wallets and pocket books with care as the fairy tale is not cheap once you go inside.

In short, the American Girl Phenomena is an all encompassing idea that is centered around a little girl and her “best friend” doing all the things together that girls do. The concepts are endless. There is a girl of the year, who is currently Mckenna. Mckenna is featured in all the flyers magazines and in the window of the stores. This year the focus is on all of Mckenna’s activities and adventures. Young girls can join the fun by purchasing her books, her lifestyle themed sets and by playing games on the internet via the site.

But that’s not all. The “best friend” who is always there, can also be arranged to look just like it’s owner. Droves of circulations are released with pages of dolls who could potentially be the one. If a girl wears glasses, her American Girl Doll can be fitted with the same kind of glasses. If she has braces, there are American Girl Dolls with braces too. Even if an unfortunate mishap has befallen a child like a broken leg, she can be comforted that her American Girl look alike has a cast and crutches too.

Once in the store, a salon and bistro round out the full offerings of what you can do with your American Girl. For the salon, you make an “appointment”, just like at the real salon. Then the American Girl waits for her turn in the salon chair as real live stylist create fabulously intricate styles on doll hair. For the bistro, a reservation must be made in advanced of your visit. The dining experience is nothing short of spectacular, for a doll shop. The American Girl doll gets a place setting at the table just like her owner and the girl and her doll dine together on surprisingly tasty fare.

The note about price cannot be over looked. Even though one may pay 50-70 dollars for a tank of gas to drive to Alpharetta and an investment of a hotel may also be included (if this is not a day trip), but don’t blow your budget on the truly exurbanite merchandise in the store.  Be sure to look at the price tags. Don’t assume that the price of a dolls accessory is on par with that of Toys R Us or Target. Quite the contrary, these doll’s clothes, shoes, furniture, games, books, etc are closer to the price of real clothes for a real girl (or a real woman for that matter). The doll its self is over $100. (There is a newer less expensive addition to the American Girl Family, a “baby doll” called Bitty Baby)

One of the most sincere perspectives about the American Girl brand is the concerted effort to put forth diverse and true to life dolls that girls can accurately relate to. Every girl from every race and back ground can choose a doll that looks like them. The races represented in the collections include, African American, Pacific Islander, Caucasian, Asian and Hispanic. There are outfits that match the different nationalities that the dolls can wear with pride (and in many case matching ensembles for her owner are available too). Historical characters like Addy and Kaya have accompanying books that tell their cultural story. These dolls do a great job of promoting self love in a big way.

Photo courtesy of American Girl

Once you have exhibited self control relax and enjoy the atmosphere. Visitors are made to feel special. Staff members are friendly and extending. You could forget that you are just in a doll store. “Security agents” with ear pieces stand guard at the door like the ones in Tiffany. It is truly a high end, once-in-a-lifetime experience for a little girl.

As stated before, the best thing about this excursion for Nashvilleans is (if one exhibits self control within the store) the American Girl Doll store trip to Alpharetta, GA could really be a budget friendly trip to remember and one that won’t break the bank.

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The four year old traveler turns 5!

The four year old traveler asked me a question back in April. I answered that question with a resounding “YES”. If I could have looked ahead to the busy year of 2012 upon us, I may have given a different response. Predictably and not a moment late, the four year old traveler has turned five but before she did, she has asked me (almost) every day since that comical entry, “Am I going to the beach when I turn 5?”. I was also asked (almost every day) “How many days are there till February?” Honestly, counting down to her birthday has been more exciting than counting down to Christmas.

As demonstrated above, this now 5 year old does not forget a thing. She has a memory like an elephant. So did I have to keep my promise of taking her to Costa Rica? Yes, one day, but not this year. This year my husband and I have decided that an 8+ hour flight may be a bit much for our precious little princess (and for us too, with “are we there yet?”, reverberating every two minutes). We also thought that there was a strong possibility she would not be able to decipher the beaches of Costa Rica from the beaches of Australia or the beaches of Florida from the beaches of Charleston.

Therefore with much deliberation, careful word choice construction and prayer, we delivered the news to the young one that her fifth birthday would not be spent on the tropical beaches of Costa Rica, but rather on a semi warm beach in Charleston (average temperature in Charleston in February 60+ degrees). She was ecstatic and squealed with glee. “So I get to go to the beach when I turn five? Yay!” We were relieved and excited. With that relief, we began planning her beach excursion to Kiawah Island Resort, 20 miles outside of Historic Charleston, South Carolina.

Kiawah Island Resort consists of miles and miles of pristine white beach with gentle lapping waves, an 18 hole golf course, animal sanctuaries for endangered species, and top notch cuisine.

From the moment we set foot on the property our little traveler was treated like a princess. The first night of our stay was spent in a casual dining restaurant with high end surf fair. At the end of our meal she was served dessert and serenaded by our awesome waiter who had a wonderful French accent. The complimentary dessert was vanilla and chocolate ice cream, fresh, plump berries and hot chocolate sauce with a sprig of mint on the side. She also received a balloon to boot.

Word spread quickly that it was her birthday. Every bellhop and attendant we passed greeted her with a hug and a “happy birthday!” Shuttle service was the transportation of choice on the island and she had the luxury of being driven from location to location in a private shuttle with a pleasant driver and comfortable temperature control.

The night before her actual birthday, another kind gentlemen rapped on our door accompanied by another doorman who had a surprise treat for the birthday girl; gourmet popcorn, chocolate bars, cookies, a free movie pass and plentiful drink. Though she does not eat chocolate she enjoyed the other treats and the surprise was enough to put her on cloud nine for the remainder of the evening.

She and her sister enjoyed bubble baths in the gigantic garden tub. The bubbles where so big they nearly covered their heads.

On February 21^st, her fifth birthday, she spent the day at a nature center petting snakes and lizards and crawling behind turtles and alligators. She had a blast with this hands on experience.

And what about the dream of playing on the beach for her fifth birthday? It came true. The weather was nice. It stayed between 65 and 70 the entire stay and there was no rain. One sweet staff member told my daughter that it had rained several days in a row before she arrived, but that she had brought the sunshine with her. His prediction seemed true; for there was bright, warm sun that shined the whole three days we were there.

She wrote, "I am 5!" in the sand.

The resort encompasses several hotels, villas and suites within its vast properties. We stayed in the Sanctuary. It was quiet and immaculate and the food was awesome. This 5 star destination was just awarded a triple A, five diamond distinction from Forbes.  I would recommend it for couples, families and little girls turning 5!

Much less pomp and circumstance would have sufficed, but it was nice to be treated in such a special way and I am sure this will be a birthday she will not soon forget.