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On Our Way to Greece & Turkey Part Duex

Jane Sadek

MAKING MEMORIES: THE FRUSTRATIONS OF GETTING THERE!

Welcome to our cruise vacation. Unfortunately, we had three planes to catch before we could get to our port of Embarkation. A member of the United Airlines Ground Crew made our time at DFW a little difficult, but soon we were winging our way to Newark’s Liberty Airport. Come along with us!

Modern Inconveniences

So, we land at Newark, I turn on my phone and start getting notifications. The friendly skies were sending us love notes about our upcoming flights. I was happy to use my data to read all my notifications, instead of trusting the airport wi-fi, but I wanted to juice up my phone, so there’d still be power when I got to Frankfurt. We found a charging station and I filtered through my love notes. Primarily, Lufthansa wanted me to know that I’d be flying with them out of Frankfurt, even though the flight had been booked through United and United was letting me know I should check the departure boards in Newark, because sometimes there were gate changes. Those messages resolved, I checked up on the rest of my digital life and then sat there, very near our gate and let the phone charge.

When they called us to board, we got to participate in the new airport game – Gate Bus Plane. We filed through the turnstile to have our boarding passes read and then marched down the stairs to the tarmac. There we boarded a bus which played chicken with all the jumbo jets to take us to our pond jumper. I’m thinking this new game is a way for airlines to save money. It must be cheaper to drive your customers across the airport and have them climb stairs rather than just walk down a jetway or we wouldn’t have been doing so much of it on this trip. Whoever dreamed up this game should be punished severely.

Friendly Seatmate

For this leg of the journey, we’d opted for the last row of the plane. It gave Bill a window seat, we could sit together and it was close to the bathroom. Worked for us.

Then a guy sat next to me. Very friendly and helpful. Confessed to being military and knew a lot about the plane. We chatted a bit and I felt as if he were a little evasive about some innocent questions concerning his assignment and location. I was a little surprised by how often he seemed to travel, but it wasn’t my business.

Then I as the flight proceeded, it seems he was rarely in his seat and often could be found chatting up the flight crew. Later I decided he was some kind of air marshall, but I didn’t put it all together until long after the flight was over.

Honestly, I wasn’t very impressed with the Friendly Skies of United. The entertainment center was almost useless and the food was awful, but I slept through most of the flight, so it wasn’t a big loss – just disappointing.

And Then There Was Frankfurt!

I had fond memories of the Frankfurt Airport! I’d been through German airports a few times before Mr. Bill, but it seems as if those trips had been through Munich. The first time I remember going through Frankfurt had been in 1994 and I had been impressed with it. The shopping area was out of this world and I recalled a great little English pub.

We were back in 2016 for a layover, but it had been a rough Transatlantic flight and I spent most of the layover asleep in Bill’s lap. None of my fond memories played out in 2025.

The first frustration I will lay at the feet of Viking. They had a guy there to point us towards our next flight, but he pointed us in the wrong direction. We must have spent at least an hour wandering helplessly through the airport.

We finally found the right gate and chatted with an older couple who was supposed to be on our cruise. Some one showed up to take them in wheelchairs to another gate and I asked if we should move, too, but we were told they were being moved to better accommodate their wheelchair status and assured we could stay where we were.

Bill made a bed for himself across several chairs and I read the one of the books I’d brought along. The time of the flight was getting closer, but I wasn’t seeing much activity that looked as if that were true. I had been expecting to see more Viking passengers and that wasn’t happening either.

I’d turned off the wireless network to save money, but something told me I should get on wi-fi and see what was up. Good thing!! Everything had changed. Our flight number had been changed and our flight was delayed AND now the flight was leaving from a completely different terminal

I woke up a sleepy Mr. Bill to catch him up on things, none of which he was very happy about. We gathered up our belongings and began the trek to the next terminal. That was interesting and it was a trek. By now I was hungry and there hadn’t been any cute English Pub. The beautiful displays of German pastries, which were all over the airport didn’t do much for my gluten-free state. When we finally found the gate, I did a little exploration and there was nowhere decent to eat. I found a sandwich store for Bill, but I had to make do with a meat and cheese snack from a convenience store, which I topped off with potato chips. Gluten free is not necessarily healthy.

This gate was a lot more promising. There was more activity that resembled a flight and yes, there were other people with Viking paraphernalia. This looked good. I kept my phone on and watched for more activity, but none occurred.

Finally, they started boarding the plane, but like Newark, we went down the stairs to a bus first and that bus wandered around forever. I thought they were driving to Athens! Then they parked and herded us off the bus. It was cold and rainy outside as we waited to climb the stairs to the plane. I lamented the days when Lufthansa was the gold standard for international travel. Now it was the armpit!

On to Athens

Once we were on the flight it was unremarkable. In a few hours we landed in Athens and Viking personnel were all over the place. At baggage claim we were happy to discover our bags had made it, but before I realized it, they’d already been whisked away by Viking. We kept getting pointed in another direction and finding Viking personnel who wanted to know our name, which they would then check off a list. I don’t even recall how many times we went through this ritual, before and after baggage claim. Eventually, we were pointed in the direction of a bus, which after a while, had a chirpy Viking employee welcoming us to Athens and letting us know why we would be on the bus for at least another 45 minutes.

I was beyond tired, so I leaned back and tried to relax. It had been a very long travel day – two travel days, in fact. The calendar had turned a page since I left DFW, but after awhile I noticed a familiar glow in the distance. There, rising above the dark city of Athens was the Acropolis, with floodlights causing the Parthenon to glow in the night.

I felt like I did at Butchart Gardens and on the porch at The Grand Hotel. Mom was with me. She never made it to Athens herself, but she was thrilled I had. I couldn’t hold back the tears. And to think, the very next day I would be walking up there, where Aristotle, Pluto and other Athenian luminaries strolled.

Embarking on the Viking Vela

The bus pulled into the port and we were ushered off. The check-in process was ridiculously easy. We barely had time to set everything down before they were pointing us towards the gangway! As soon as we stepped on the boat, we were offered champagne and sent to life boat drill, which was actually just a quick lesson on wearing the life vest. We found our cabin and made our way to the buffet for some real food. Something we hadn’t seen in a while.

When we returned to the room, our bags had been delivered. I unpacked and put everything away in the generous storage of our cabin. Afterwards we went to what they called The Living Room and listened to some great music – a pair of string musicians playing popular music in a classical style. We had an early shore excursion the next morning, so we went to bed fairly early.

We’d made it. The journey had been frustrating and exhausting, but I was in Athens, Greece! Exciting, but hard to believe. Join me next week to visit the Acropolis. It was a great shore excursion!

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On Our Way to Greece & Turkey Part One

Jane Sadek

MAKING MEMORIES: BIG TIME BUCKET LIST DESTINATIONS

While some people have their vacation dreams all planned out and can tell you when they intend to see each item on their bucket list, I have a hard time getting Bill to plan the next vacation, much less something years down the road. I do know people who have cruises booked years in advance. I spend a lot of my time trying to interest Bill in our next adventure and showing him various deals to sweeten the pot, but I sincerely think he hears none of it.

We came home from a Newcomers Event last year and Bill tells me about this great cruise someone took to Greece and Turkey. The next day we got a postcard for Viking with an “airfare included” deal on the same cruise. Within days our cruise was booked. I guess I’m going to have to start planting folks along Bill’s path to tempt him into trips, because I’m not having luck otherwise. Come along and let’s head to an idyll on the Aegean!

AIRFARE INCLUDED!

Airfare is a big hurdle in our travel planning. It costs so much money, it takes so much time and there’s nothing fun about it. You juggle suitcases for weeks, hoping to find a combination of bags to fit the various requirements of each carrier. Then you have all the airport headaches the airlines throw at you.

When you’re paying for your own airfare you have a little more control over things, but when you turn your fate over to the cruise line, there’s no telling what can happen. In this particular case, Viking thought a layover in Newark was the right way to kick off our trip to Athens. The next leg took us to Frankfurt and finally we would fly on to Athens. I get leg cramps just thinking about it.

FIRST LEG – DFW TO NEWARK LIBERTY

Things went pretty smoothly on the first leg of our trip, until we tried to get luggage tags. We left the house on time and then realized neither of us had thought to get cash. Thankfully a branch of our bank was right on the way. The Parking Spot makes dropping off your car and getting to the terminal easy. The first real hurdle was checking in our luggage. I’d checked us in online, even got them to check our carry-ons for free, but somehow one of our bags was missing from our luggage list and it wasn’t clear to me which buttons I needed to push to correct the error.

This is what I hate about this DIY internet world. There was a time when my travel agent delivered my airline tickets and all I’d have to do is show up for my flight. I’d drop my bag off at the curb and be done with it. Now even when someone else arranges your ticket, you have to play the online check-in game, which in my eyes is useless, because then you have to go do battle with the kiosk at the airport AND then you still have to deal with a person to hand over your luggage.

So, I’m standing there frustrated and frantic, imagining my luggage taking a different vacation than I do and up walks this self-consumed airline employee. Now then let me start by saying, in situations like this I should remain calm, so I am at fault for being so wound up, but this lady walked up and threw the chip on her shoulder at me before I even knew she was standing there! She certainly had no empathy at all for my panic. I was still in full freak out, trying to sort through it all, when this lady butts in and lets me know I am not being very respectful of her.

Respectful?!? I didn’t even know she was there and she was schooling me about respect. That’s today’s world – safe spaces and ribbons for participation, but zero empathy. Hello – I don’t care if you are green, blue or purple. I don’t care about your gender, religion or sexual preferences. It doesn’t matter whether you’re wearing tattoos, a hajib or a bone in your hair. I just want tags for all my bags. (We didn’t have this conversation. I immediately went into apology mode, but I was thinking this!)

You know what’s next. As soon as she finishes scolding me for my behavior, she throws herself in reverse. She is moving at the speed of a sloth. She piddles around looking at each bag, each tag and the computer screen as if she’s made the next important archeological discovery and doesn’t want to disturb a grain of sand until she’s documented it all. She doesn’t listen to what I’m asking for, at all, but is very careful to point out a mistake we’ve made attaching the tags. The world was probably going to end because Bill’s bags had one of my tags. When she talks to me, it’s in the tone you’d use with a preschooler. If they are teaching this method of dealing with panic to our airline customer service people, no wonder the flights these days are full of crazed people.

I am convinced this woman follows me around. I know she was there as we waited for the flight to our anniversary cruise, She strolled over to me and insisted the carryon with my wedding gown was oversized. I knew it wasn’t, because I had measured it a thousand times, but she took delight in terrifying me. She’s there on the phone when I’ve been frustrated beyond all sanity with phone trees and call transfers. She waits on me in stores to pounce when what I’m having trouble finding what I need. Do you get her in situations like this, too?

I spent my life in customer service, back when you treated people like customers and provided service, You gauged their level of frustration and put your personal feelings on hold. You listened to their words. You didn’t shush them up before you had time to figure out the problem! And you made sure they understood you cared about them and you certainly didn’t threaten to keep them from getting on the plane! I want so much to go back to those days. Where can I get a ticket to go there?

Eventually this woman, who’d stretched a 45 second operation on the kiosk to a five minute confrontation decided to release me from her punishment – until next time. We go to another human to turn in our bags and I guess I behaved, because I got no more lectures. There was actually a time when I looked forward to flying, but that was a long time ago.

Our time at DFW was otherwise uneventful. We waited the requisite three hours for international travel, claimed our seats and went on to Newark.

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Living on Tulsa Time

Jane Sadek

MAKING MEMORIES: A LONG WEEKEND IN TULSA, OKLAHOMA

With Southwest voucher dollars still burning a hole in our pockets, I finally convinced Bill Tulsa, Oklahoma had some things we really needed to see. Book it Jane-O! And soon we were on our way. Come along for the fun!

GETTING THERE WAS NOT HALF THE FUN!

The voucher we got from Southwest for getting bumped off a flight in March has taught us one thing. Once we’ve used up these dollars, we’re not flying Southwest anymore, unless there is no other way besides, SW, Spirit or Frontier. All three have treated us dismally in the past and we’d have to draw straws if flying on them was required.

This is such a shame, because I have been a champion of Southwest for decades choosing them over everyone else whenever I could. Everything was great this time around, right up until moments before we were supposed to board. Suddenly, it was announced the flight would be late and we’d need to change gates. Herb Kelleher, you’d be rolling in your grave.

After waiting for our next airplane to show up, we played the new boarding pass game, which is really just a bid to get you to pay for a place at the head of the line. We don’t play that game, which means we end up with some interesting seating companions.

Bill won the lottery on this flight. He sat between two darling little old ladies who flirted with him the whole way. I grabbed a seat in the row ahead of him, the first row in the cabin, which had bodacious legroom. As excited as I was over the legroom I missed two things. The first being that I would not have access to my personal carryon and the other being the rather large guy sitting next to me, which was taking up half my seat. The carryon I got over with a little help from the flight attendant. Someone had scarfed up the overhead bin above me, which was supposed to be for my carryon. This issue was resolved.

As the flight took off, I realized I was a little cramped for space. The extra legroom did not make up for the fact that the guy next to me was a big guy, taking up a good portion of what I was supposed to be sitting in. It was pretty miserable, but at least it was only a 45 minute flight.

The luggage made it OK to Tulsa, our rental car was fine and soon we were on our way to our hotel…but Bill needed a hamburger and he needed it right then! This is one of my pet peeves for which I have no reasonable excuse, but we interrupted the “find the hotel” program, for a “find a hamburger” program and eventually made it to Townplace Suites by Marriott in Broken Arrow- adequate accommodations for this trip, but probably not in line for a repeat. Things were a little dated, even though it had been recently renovated, and Bill kept finding things that frustrated him.

WHY BROKEN ARROW?

If money were not an object, (which is usually is) I would have stayed right downtown Tulsa, in the middle of it all, but Tulsa is quite proud of her in-town accommodations. Broken Arrow was just minutes and many dollars away. So, that’s why we were there.

As a bonus, I’d read about Broken Arrow’s Rose District and thought it would be a good venue for our evening. It was actually a very cute, recently renovated, downtown and done quite well for a small suburban town. However, I don’t know that we selected the best option for food. Bill selected an Italian restaurant that turned out to be more wine bar than restaurant and gluten free was not something they were concerned about.

We first opted for the patio, but things were chillier than we anticipated, so we quickly moved inside, which was the last quick thing of the evening. The waitstaff was comprised of various members of the LGBT(etc.) community and they were a lot more interested in each other than they were anything as mundane as a heterosexual married couple dining in their establishment. I ate some short-rib stuffed mushrooms, which turned out to be delicious, but too small for a meal and I hadn’t had one of Bill’s burgers, so I ordered some fries and waited for what seemed like forever to top off my growling stomach.

The next morning things got much better – if a little damp – so I’ll invite you back for next week!

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Chillin’ on Navarre Beach

Jane Sadek

MAKING MEMORIES: THE BEACH IN BETWEEN

Our friends live in Pensacola, but we wanted some time on our own. Bill thought he wanted to stay in Destin. I knew we didn’t want to stay in Destin. What were our options? I’d been to a travel show in Dallas and Navarre Beach showed up in a big way, offering free turquois sunglasses and promising Florida’s Most Relaxing Place. I was sold. Let’s go!

The Quiet Rhythm of Navarre Beach

Navarre Beach kept it’s promise. I can’t imagine a more relaxing place. We rented a place in Sand Castle Townhomes. Somehow both Vacasa and VRBO were involved in the transaction which I started on Expedia. This short term rental stuff is still new to me. We stayed in #18, which called itself a two story townhome, but that’s only because they don’t want you thinking about the first floor where the car is parked. So, the first thing we did was drag our luggage up two flights of stairs.

Sand Castle Townhomes is an older complex, but everything in #18 was brand spanking new. My biggest complaint is that the primary bedroom didn’t have an en suite bath, but I’m healthy, so a few more steps didn’t hurt me and the huge closet in our room was an asset. There’s a pool we didn’t use, but we loved the gazebo and pier behind the complex.

Our days there, for the most part, consisted of hanging out in the townhome for most of the day and then walking on the beach as the sun began to set. We loved our evening beach strolls. White sugar sand and emerald waters – what could be better. And we celebrated our 31st wedding anniversary there, so that made it even more special.

Our Day Trip Fails

I don’t beach well. It’s too sedentary for me. I don’t want to cook in the sand and I don’t want to play in the water. Bill doesn’t like the heat either and if he’s playing in the water, he’d rather be in a pool.

So, I planned a couple of expeditions, one of which failed spectacularly and the other was meh. Warning, there are two parks with similar names in Florida which feature activities in crystal clear spring lakes. There’s Ponce de Leon Springs, a small park for swimming in the Florida Panhandle and another one, De Leon Springs is 500 miles away. The one that’s 500 miles away has kayaks, canoes and paddle boats, as well as pontoon boat cruises.

Do I need to tell you that I took us to Ponce de Leon Springs, thinking we were going to get to do all the stuff they have a De Leon Springs? That was a major disappointment. So, we tried to google up another kayaking adventure, but when we got to Defuniak Springs the kayak rental business was defunct.

So, we headed to Destin instead. It was an interesting field trip and before it was over Bill agreed with me, that I had been right to avoid staying in Destin. It’s a parking lot for a crowded beach. That evening we were very happy to stroll our quiet, beautiful Navarre Beach.

Another day we went back to Destin to see if we missed anything. We went to Harborside Market, an entertainment complex with a $20 parking lot. Bill drove around until he found someplace he could park for free (by a small cemetery) and I’m glad, because our visit was not worth $20. We drove around a little more, didn’t find anything of interest and headed back to Navarre.

Juana’s Pagodas and Other Adventures

Navarre Beach’s answer to the Flora-Bama Bar is Juana’s Pagoda. The complex has several dining venues and bars, a beach and water sport rentals. We had a great breakfast there one morning and somehow got hooked up for a free boat ride, which was a lot of fun. Had I been there on my own or with other travelers, I might have spent a whole lot more time there, but it didn’t ring Bill’s chimes.

The best place to eat in the area is Dewey Destin’s. The food was marvelous and their beachside tables were even better! The Navarre location is relatively new and is on the mainland rather than the channel island where our townhome was. Unfortunately, we didn’t find it until rather later in our stay. After our great lunch there, we showed up for dinner the next day, but they closed a lot earlier than we anticipated.

Another popular spot in Navarre Beach is Andy D’s and it’s hopping most of the time, probably from the lack of other options, because the food is mediocre. So, for most of our stay in Navarre, we either had fast food or made do with groceries we’d stocked in the townhome.

Perhaps one of the more entertaining ways I killed time, until we could have our evening stroll on the beach, was to attend a beachside church service. There was a little music and then an evangelist got up to teach. Well, let’s just say he was not my style. He was a whole lot to the right of me in his political leanings, so that should tell you something scary. He also spent a whole lot of time bragging on himself for having these services and cataloging all the rough souls he had saved along the way. After an hour and a half, I’d had enough. It sure made me appreciate my own church!

We found other ways to enjoy ourselves during the long days, besides laying around the townhouse with me reading the books I found in a drawer and Bill working endless sudoku puzzles. One day we went to some open houses to check out the local real estate and I’ve already mentioned the gazebo and pier behind our complex. We spent a good amount of time out there Another day we visited the Spring Hill Suites Hotel, because it was the only hotel or motel there was. Our friends came over from Pensacola to check things out one day. Lazy, relaxing days.

However, when it was time to head home we were just about lazy-day-ed out. We were eager to get back to our lives. We suffered some of the usual slings and arrows of travel, like the rudest TSA agent I’d ever encountered, but otherwise it was an easy trip home.

So, would I go back to Navarre Beach? In a heartbeat, but I’d be better prepared with ways to entertain and feed myself during the long, hot parts of the day. Otherwise, perfect.

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Never Again Royal Caribbean

Jane Sadek

MAKING MEMORIES: ENJOYING OURSELVES IN SPITE OF THE CRUISE

Yes, It Was Free, But They Should Have Paid Us for the Mediocracy of Everthing

So, I attended a travel presentation and scored a free cruise – we’re talking flight & cruise. I thought any day cruising was better than staying home. I was wrong! Come along and find out why!

Navigating My Way to a Free Cruise

I adore cruising. My first cruise was my honeymoon and we cruised Hawaii in a cabin on a boat I probably wouldn’t even consider today, but still it was magical. We had a blast and loved every moment of it – in spite of all the lack of amenities I would have noticed these days.

Since then I’ve cruised the Nile, the Danube, the Mediterranean and the Caribbean (the Caribbean several times.) I’ve been on Celebrity, Norwegian, Carnival, Viking and few other smaller companies. Until I took a Viking river cruise, my all time favorite cruise had been one I took on Royal Caribbean. It was everything I ever dreamed a cruise would be and more. Then after the river cruise, I began to have my favorite small ship experience and my favorite big ship experience, but Royal Caribbean still reigned supreme for ocean going experiences. It had been a magnificent.

Then we took a quick cruise out of Galveston on Royal Caribbean and I wondered how it could have been the same cruise company. The food was mediocre, the ship needed some TLC, the entertainment was a joke and even the staff needed a little refresher course. My travel agent assured me it was Galveston’s fault. Galveston was where old cruise ships went to die. So in the future, we stayed away from Galveston departures.

When we got our free cruise, I had a choice of five cruises, but most of them were out of Galveston to ports we’d already visited. So it boiled down to 3 cruises. The one I preferred would have required a flight to San Juan and because it was out of the US, we’d have had to pay for it, which would have been more expensive than the (potentially) free flight to Florida. Just so you know, the whole free flight thing turned out to be smoke and mirrors. I should have lobbied harder for the cruise I wanted, but when traveling, I’ve learned to do things Bill’s way. It might not be optimal, but then when he complains, I can point out it’s his choice, not mine. This keeps my marriage afloat, which is more important that any number of given days on a trip.

So, we booked the Royal Caribbean cruise out of Tampa to Cozumel, Roatan, Belize and Costa Maya. I remember the day Royal Caribbean sent us our confirmation. I thought I really scored something big. I worked on scheduling shore excursions and redeeming my free flights (which never manifested).

Embarking on Our Adventure

In spite of the dirty tricks the agency played to avoid providing the free airfare the promised, I was still excited about going. Remember, I love cruising and even though Royal Caribbean had already had one strike, I blamed it on Galveston and looked forward to an experience more like my favorite cruise.

We’d had a very early flight, so we were among the very first to get on board. We made our way to the Embarkation Buffet and realized we were about to relive everything we hated about the cruise out of Galveston. I took the photo above of what I was able to glean from the nasty things offered on the buffet. I know being gluten free I miss out on all the lovely bread, desserts and fried things, but still, this was sub-par.

New Empathy for Non-Cruisers

I’m one of those odd people who isn’t crazy about beach vacations, but I’ve never understood anyone who didn’t like cruises. Something for everyone – am I right? On this cruise I imagined someone like me being stuck on that boat for seven nights without other, more pleasant, experiences and I could see why they’d think cruising was torture.

To give Royal Caribbean its due, we did talk to several people who were having the time of their lives. One set of retired Floridian ladies cruise with Royal Caribbean constantly – at least once a month. They gamble and they claim their cruising is a source of income! During one breakfast they schooled us on retiring to cruise boats. If we hadn’t been living through what we considered the worst cruise ever, it would have sounded pretty good.

I used to think that a bad day on a cruise was better than a good day anywhere else. I now know that is not true. There’s a lot of bad days at home I’d prefer to relive than the days we spent aboard the Vision of the Seas. But we’re Bill and Jane! We live to have a good time. So, come back next week and I’ll touch on a few highlights, but let me assure you, I will never, ever cruise Royal Caribbean again – even if its FREE!

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So What Exactly is a White Coat Ceremony

Jane Sadek

MAKING MEMORIES: SO PROUD OF OUR GRANDNEPHEW

In the medical field, when I student gets to the point where they will be dealing directly with patients, they get their white coats. They’ve been trained enough to deal with people, but they aren’t trained enough to handle them alone. Our Grandnephew Karim, had reached that point and this proud Great Aunt & Great Uncle were invited to the ceremony. Come along and hang with the fam!

Multiple Milestones to Celebrate

Two of our grand nephews live in the Phoenix area and with Karim’s ceremony to attend the family came in from LA, Dallas and the Detroit area. But Karim was not the only celebrant. There were several family birthdays also, Bill’s sister Mona, his grand nephew Fady (Karim’s big brother) and grand nephew Adam. Adam is the youngest member of the family and it was his first birthday. So, you can imagine we wanted to have lots of fun.

Fady found a restaurant at Papago Golf Course called, Lou’s Bar & Grill, where we could all meet. The food was mediocre, but the company was great. It was impossible for darling Adam not to be the star of the show. I’d love to show him to you, but his parents don’t want him on social media, so you’ll just have to trust me.

Then the Party was Over

I have to be gluten free in all of my food choices. I’m quite serious about it, because if I’m not, I get sick. I thought I had followed the GF p’s & q’s at Lou’s, but then I started having stomach issues. I won’t bore you with the details, but eventually it meant we had to leave. I got a little respite in the car and then when we got to our hotel, I was in severe pain.

I went almost immediately to bed, even though it was still quite early. I woke up a few hours later and unpacked my bags. It was all of 9:30 PM, but 11:30 Texas time. I went back to bed in a bit and at 11 PM, realized I’d failed to put in my retainers. I put them in and went back to sleep until my usual wakeup time – 5 AM. Thankfully, but then I felt fine.

Our Accommodations

We stayed at the the Hilton Phoenix Resort at the Peak. I can tell you the resort was not at its peak, but suited our needs just fine. In fact, in our room, the bedroom was separated from everything else, so it was easy for me to get up early and not interrupt Bill’s beauty sleep.

At one time, I’m sure this was a great vacation resort, but those days had passed. The food venues were either closed or mediocre. Some of the pools were closed and others needed maintenance. Frankly, everything was run down – but it was clean and it was quiet, and it had been a real bargain. There was even a water park and some other amusements. We availed ourselves of the lazy river at the water park and truly enjoyed it, in spite of it not being in top condition.

So, if location and price mean more to you than other considerations, these accommodations might be just what you need. If you’re expecting a resort atmosphere, don’t book this.

The White Coat Ceremony

Confession, I goofed up. We did not get an official printed invitation to the ceremony. We just talked to his mom and told her we were coming. I googled dental schools in Phoenix and found Arizona School of Dentistry and went with that. As we drove towards the ceremony, I got this strange feeling we were going to the wrong place. We’d chosen the hotel because it was close to where his mother told us the ceremony would be – but she hadn’t told us the name of the school – and the GPS was not taking us in that direction.

I had a little meltdown, made several calls to family members and headed towards Midwestern University, which was Karim’s school, but it was not my finest moment in travel or family relations. I felt like an idiot and the pretended I wasn’t , but I had done something idiotic!

The ceremony was wonderful. Karim was so glad we’d come and the school did a great job on the official part of things. After the ceremony we got to visit the lab where Karim was learning his trade. It was great to see how well loved and admired he was. He’s amazing!

Post Ceremony Family Time

I’d been off that morning. Bill had his turn that afternoon. At his request I’d made reservations for the tour of a historic home. Then he got with his family and totally forgot we had the reservations. He’d been all for trading snacks for dinner, but then I had to remind him of what else we had planned. When he got his brain back, we made plans for breakfast the next morning and headed off for our next adventure.

Come back next week and join us at Wrigley Mansion.

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The National of OKC

Jane Sadek

MEMORY MAKING: MARRIOTS “THE NATIONAL” – AN ELEGANT & HISTORICAL EXPERIENCE

Like most people, I have a budget when traveling. When I’m with Bill, the full cost of the room will land on our credit card, but when I travel with the girls, I only pay for half a room. I’ve been known to get us into some interesting places so I can save a little money, but this time I stretched the budget as far as I could. We stayed at The National and it was a wonder. Come see what I mean.

Gorgeous Inside & Out

As I pulled up to our hotel I was gobsmacked at the elaborate exterior, but I also had to figure out how to we would handle the logistics of unloading and parking. Vicki immediately solved that quandary by saying, “Go ahead and valet. I’ll pay for it.” My husband is valet adverse. A forgotten valet ticket in my car can ruin a perfectly good outing. “Is this what I think it is? Why did you do that?” But if Bill found out about this valet parking session, then I could say, “It’s Vicki! She paid!”

The bellman pointed us inside and gave us direction to go up the elevator to the lobby. This place was gorgeous and I was walking around like a rube who’d never been to the big city. The main floor looks just like an elaborate bank lobby from the 20’s or 30’s, which it was, but instead of gutting it and modernizing it, they went with it. It was so very cool.

We checked into our rooms and made plans to meet back in the lobby for drinks. The rooms were very modern, elegant and well-appointed. I was loving this place more every minute.

Drinks & Dinner

At the appointed hour we found a table in the lobby of The Nationial and ordered up some drinks. It was a blast to sit there and people watch, around the teller cages which had become a central bar.

We’d made reservations at Mickey Mantle’s Steakhouse, which is a very popular (and very good) restaurant on the canal in Bricktown. Nothing to complain about except that it was not the Mantle’s Deb and I had enjoyed during a 2015 visit to OKC.

That meal at Mantle’s is remembered by us as one of our favorites – ever – and we’ve been around the world together! The atmosphere was amazing, the food was great and we had one of the best waiters ever. He’d thought we were going to be a couple of old ladies ordering a Caesar Salad and undertipping. We had a little bit of everything and I am sure we over-tipped. By the end of the meal he was our new best friend (we get a lot of those as we travel) and we wanted to take him with us.

By comparison, the sterile sports-focused steakhouse of today just couldn’t compare. The food and service were great. No complaints really, it was just sad not to have the opportunity to visit an old favorite. It had only recently closed and we’re sure that in the ensuing years they’d probably “improved” it, but I have to give it a shout out.

I’m guessing we ubered back & forth between the restaurant and the hotel, because we didn’t want to move our valeted car and find someplace to park in Bricktown, but now, a year later, I can’t remember! Back at the hotel, three tired girls went back to their respective rooms and slept up for the big day of walking ahead of us.

The next day we saw the OKC Memorial, the Edith Head exhibit at OKMOA and the Crystal Bridge Conservatory. Come back next week and join us.

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Getting To & Into Seattle

Jane Sadek

MAKING MEMORIES: TALE OF TWO FERRIES, AN AIRPORT AND A TRAIN

Welcome to the back half of our Washington State vacation. We were about to close our big circle of Western WA State: SeaTac, Snoqualmie, Tacoma, Olympia, Olympic National Park and Victoria B.C. We’ll take two ferries and a train before we can go to sleep. Come along!

Two Ferries

The first ferry was right across the street from our hotel and we were supposed to be there at 9 AM. Then they made us wait for 90 minutes. This was the sort of thing that had caused Bill to put off getting on the ferry on the Port Angeles side until the very last minute, but it was an unavoidable delay. They needed to get everyone inside the fence and through customs before we could drive aboard the ferry. It was not fun.

From Port Angeles we turned left and headed towards Seattle. Though some travel books touted this area as a wonderful place to visit, we didn’t see much wonderful as we drove along the main road to the Bainbridge Ferry. It took longer than we had anticipated, so we rolled into the boarding area moments before the 3:30 cutoff. And then we waited, because the ferry was running late.

No adventures, yet, but I was feeling quite clever. I’d purchased Orca Cards for getting around Seattle and as seniors, that made it free for us to travel on the ferry. We had to pay for the car, but being a senior citizen has its perks.

The Artic Club Hotel

Praises to the Black Ball Ferry Line, our hotel in Seattle was one I paid for with them and got a significant discount. The hotel is a doozy. When Seattle was a stopping off point for the Klondike, gentlemen who returned rich could join the Artic Club, a magnificent building on Cherry Street, around the corner from Pioneer Square. What made it particularly attractive to us, was the light rail station across the street.

We’d chosen it for location, location, location, but it was a stunning edifice. A small reception area with a bell hop station fronted the generous lobby where rich gold miners once held court. Close observation reveals many ties to its days honoring the bounty of the Klondike – like the walrus staircase.

Our arrival and initial visit was brief. We got our keys, unloaded our rental car and headed back to the airport, but it was hard to leave the large, well-appointed room we’d be staying in.

The Transportation Game Plan

So, our goal was to return the car to the rental company at SeaTac, take the light rail train to the Cherry Street Station and then walk across the street to our hotel. Everything went well until we were a few stops away from Cherry Street and suddenly we were inundated with a raucous crowd. They’d just left a sporting event and to say they were rowdy would have been an understatement. We couldn’t hear the announcements of the stops and soon realized we’d traveled too far.

So, we got off at the next station, made our way to the other side of the tracks and caught the next train heading back to Cherry Street. We were tired and hungry so this didn’t feel like an adventure. It was more like torture by transportation.

Beautiful Hotel, Mediocre Food & Beverage Services

Safely returned to our hotel, we decided to have a light supper there at the hotel, in spite of the fact that it was a bit pricey. We discovered it was worse than pricey, it was also sub-par. Initially, I was ready to give them a break. A crowd had just left the lobby bar for a concert in the auditorium of the hotel, reportedly a grand souvenir left over from the hotel’s days as the Artic Club. The previous patrons had left quite a mess and it seemed as if the wait staff might have gone to the concert with the patrons.

Once a waitperson did arrive, it became obvious the chef had definitely departed. It took forever to get our food and it wasn’t exactly gourmet. The server seemed to resent the fact we’d shown up at all and certainly didn’t think we deserved anything more than poor service. I assumed it had to do with the concern crowd.

However, as our stay continued things didn’t get any better. There was a free breakfast in a venue downstairs. The food was adequate. The service was not. The service was also bad the afternoon I went down to have a glass of wine while Bill took a nap. So, the Saturday concert crowd aftermath was not an unfortunate fluke. The Artic Club Hotel just needs a new Food & Beverages Manager!

Poor food & beverage service aside, we loved staying there for four nights and we absolutely loved our room. It was so large it felt more like an apartment, especially the generous bathroom. Come back next week and let’s see Seattle.

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Hotel Grand Pacific – The Way to Stay

Jane Sadek

MAKING MEMORIES: WELCOME TO VICTORIA B.C.

If you’re as close as a ferry ride from Victoria B.C. then get on that ferry and spend some wonderful days at the Hotel Grand Pacific. These were some of Bill’s favorite days of the trip. See what you think about our arrival.

Well, Excuse Me!

We drove off the ferry, across the street and parked under Hotel Grand Pacific. I made my way to the reception area and began my transaction with the nice guy behind the desk. Suddenly, there was a woman standing so close to me that she was almost touching me. Wild hair, loud voice and a sort of bright floral house dress. Here I was checking into my room with my billfold, vouchers and notebook wide open and she’s so close to me she could put her hand in my pocket. I was afraid that was her goal and it rattled me.

I think she was merely rude and boundary-less, but I had to complete my entire transaction with her standing right next to me, chatting up both myself and the reception clerk. I must have checked to be sure I had all of my belongings a dozen times, but I couldn’t get away from her fast enough. Bill was outside taking photos.

To say we loved this everything about this hotel would be an understatement. The room was a little tight, but well appointed with a great view. The hotel had bicycles for guests and so our first order of business once we’d dumped our luggage and parked our car properly was to grab a pair of cycles and take off.

Remember that not listening to me stuff. I tried really hard to let Bill know the route he should take on our bike ride, but before I could even get started he was already down the street zooming through the traffic. I thought I was going to get killed. Eventually, he did ask me where he should go, but by that time I was so shook by near death experiences I had no idea where we were or where we should go.

Somehow, probably luck more than anything else, we were at the entrance to a park I wanted to visit. I followed Bill to a bench, got off my bike and spent my time praising God for being alive. Once I was in the park, I’d studied the map of Victoria so much, that I was able to guide us back to the hotel.

Back at the Hotel

Once we returned to our room, it was time for coffee and snacks. Then Bill took his nap. This gave me the opportunity to arrange the room for three blissful days of not packing up and moving EVERY DAY. Then, I caught up in my travel journal and did crossword puzzles, while sitting next to our picture window, drinking a glass of wine.

Come dinner time, Bill decides we’re going to drive somewhere. I usually just go along to get along, but I’m the one who had done the research and I knew everything we wanted was within three blocks of us. We were not going to drive anywhere and try to park in Victoria. And that was that.

Our Evening Stroll

I think Bill cooperated so he could prove me wrong, but we were out of the hotel and on the sidewalk, so I didn’t care. We came to a restaurant called Mosaic Grille & Bar. Bill then decides there are actually restaurants within walking distance and he’s ready to go check out the rest. I really wasn’t up for that. I was afraid I’d end up with fast food and I wanted a meal. I didn’t exactly put my foot down, I’d already done that once within the same hour, but I made a strong case for taking advantage of what was right in front of us.

Once we had dinner, we strolled around the area, taking a closer look at the Fairmont Empress. Then back at the hotel, we went to the spa where the exercise facilities were. I knew then what I’d be doing first thing on the next morning!

The next day started at the gym, but then we went to Butchart Gardens. You don’t want to miss that!

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Lake Crescent Lodge, Olympic Lodge by Ayres & The Ferry

Jane Sadek

MAKING MEMORIES: THE OTHER END OF THE RAINFOREST

What a great place to put up your feet, right? This was Lake Crescent Lodge, the sister of Lake Quinault Lodge where we started our day in the rainforest. We still had a few miles to get under our belt to get to our final destination for the day. Come along on this stretch of our visit to Wild & Wonderful Washington State.

Coming Around the Bend to Lake Crescent Lodge

With Bill snoozing as I made the right hand turn from Hoh Rainforest Road back to Highway 101, I set my sights on Lake Crescent Lodge. There were many waterfalls I wanted to explore, just as there had been a lot more Pacific shoreline I wanted to see, but this vacation was for both of us and aimless wanderings were not on the itinerary.

It was gorgeous, but it was also boring. I just kept driving. Lake Crescent revealed itself and I started waking the sleeping monster. He wasn’t all that happy to be awakened until he looked out and saw the lake. He got a lot happier pretty fast.

I made the turn and parked the car. Lake Crescent Lodge was not as rustic as Lake Quinault Lodge. Lake Crescent Lodge had a sort of turn of the 20th Century feel to it. There’s no gingerbread trim around the porch that surrounds it, but there could be. We decided it might be fun to stay there, but we liked Lake Quinault better.

Away from the Lodge, there was the long pier which went out into the lake, something Lake Quinault had not had. The canoes had a different color scheme. It was lovely, but we couldn’t convince ourselves it was as good as Bill’s little Switzerland. We caught our breath and stretched our legs, and then headed to our next stop.

Olympic Lodge by Ayres in Port Angeles

I’ve already told you how happy I was with the accommodations I booked with Black Ball Ferry. Olympic Lodge was the first of them. It spoke to me of Mid-Century Modern – a little stuck in the time frame and could have used some updates, but it was pristine, so no complaints from me.

Our room was wonderful. A big picture window opened onto a golf course. Very relaxing, but we were ready to eat. Remember the day had not afforded us much in gastronomical enjoyment. Unfortunately, Port Angeles didn’t have much to offer either. So, we went to the grocery store and picked out some frozen food, heated it up in the hotel’s breakfast room and had our meal overlooking the golf course.

Next morning I was up early. The exercise room at the hotel was great and I did 3 miles on the treadmill before breakfast. Back in the room I took a bath and got ready for our busy day. Around 9 we went to the breakfast room and enjoyed a pretty substantial breakfast. If I weren’t gluten free, it would have almost been perfect.

The Black Ball Ferry to Victoria

OK, ladies, we all know how sometimes men just don’t listen to us. I had tried since I first booked the ferry to make Bill understand that this was one of those time you had to be there when they said or you would be left behind. All Bill heard was my usual rant about being on time and he was determined to prove to me once again, that showing up at the very last minute, but it not being a problem wins him some kind of points in the game of life.

We’re talking some world class dawdling. I finally convinced him to pick a gas station, any gas station and get some damned gas. While we waited for the tank to fill, I very firmly read him the warning on our ticket about making it on time. I explained that if he missed that ferry then he wasn’t going to Victoria today AND he’d be the the reason we had wasted days and lost money. At that moment the deadline was just a few minutes away. He finished the fuel transaction and tore over to the line for the ferry. We were the next to the last car and they did prevent anyone else from getting into line.

For once, he realized his dawdling and reluctance to hear me about being on time made an impression. Unfortunately, not one that had any lasting effect, but he was very humble for about ten minutes.

Next week we’ll dive right into touring Victoria, British Columbia. Come join us.