5 AM.

India.  The answer was India.  More specifically, Goa, Mumbai and Nashik.

[Pause for rampant flight cancellations due to Sandy]

So Frankfurt.  And then Vienna.  And Frankfurt again.  Then Chicago.  And finally, finally, finally, back to New York City this past Saturday, post-power outage, public transportation shutdown and zombie apocalypse.  In other words, friends, I lucked out big time.

My internal clock has given up the ghost, and I still pause before drinking water or eating raw vegetables.  I pulled out some euros to pay for groceries on Sunday before realizing I was I in the wrong country.  I curled up in bed for hours on Sunday in an attempt to address the bone-deep cold from being underdressed in 30 degree weather.  Fahrenheit.

I’ve been up since 4AM.  Someone threw daylight savings time into the mix. I know that today is election day, but somehow forgot the fact that at the end of the day, we will have elected a new president.

I’m running this race in two weeks and have not trained one little bit.  I am a terrible runner.

I said the word boyfriend yesterday and turned bright red.   Thanks to both India and Hurricane Sandy, I have a newfound appreciation for clean toilets, drinking water, and a solid roof over my head.   I have zero things to complain about.  Someone should smack me if I start.

I love this story and wish desperately that I had thought to write it.  This made my heart swell, just like all the overheard snippets on the downtown streets of neighbors asking neighbors how they fared through the storm.  I love when this city goes out of their way to be kind.  Or rather, I just love this city.

 

Chin up, New York.

(These photos are from an overnight train from Goa to Mumbai, 5 AM in another hemisphere, in another country.)

A Vieques Primer

Promises, promises.  I promised you all a little to-do list for visiting Vieques last week, then I flaked.  But now it’s here.  Magic.  Forgive me, please.

 

After having had a taste of Caribbean beaches, I’ve become a bit of a beach snob.  (Um, excuse me, why is your water not all unholy gorgeous shades of aqua?  Why does your sand not feel like baby powder?)  After having a taste of the uncomfortable side of tourism on various islands, I’ve also become pretty picky as to where I feel comfortable spending my money. Watching scores of American tourists waddle off a gigantic cruise ship and onto a tourist designated walk filled with flip flip magnets and glittery sunglasses makes me cringe.   Rows of pale, pale people lined up like sardines in a can on slivers of beaches surrounded by huge buildings isn’t my idea of awesome.  Driving around and seeing how stark and uneasy the differences between how the island inhabitants live and the walled, pristine resorts makes me incredibly uncomfortable. Topped with the idea of going to another place and pretending that it’s the same as the place you left (but with more fruity beverages), well…I’m just going to say no.

And now, my rant is over.

Let’s talk pretty things.

My favorite thing about Vieques is its complete and utter lack of pretension.  Strewn with gorgeous and uncrowded beaches, its low key, “it is what it is” vibe has made me a little obsessed.

TRANSPORTATION

Getting there involves the ferry (more time, pain in the ass to get to in Fajardo, and sort of stressful) or a very short flight on a very small plane from San Juan International or the local Isla Grande Airport.  Opt for Isla Grande, the flights are $66 vs $108 and more frequently scheduled.  A cab between the two airports is about $20 and a 15-25 drive depending on how nutty your driver is.  My last driver definitely took the dashed line between lanes as a mild suggestion.

THE LAY OF THE LAND

The two main towns on the island are Esperanza and Isabel Segundo.  I have a very strong preference for Isabel II for three reasons – Coconuts, Casa de Amistad, and the lack of spring break feel.  It’s a slightly longer drive to the beaches, but then again, on a small island, it doesn’t completely matter.  Also, there’s something particularly amusing and reassuring about waking up to the sounds of crowing roosters, chirping insects, and the occasional cat or dog fight.  We are not in Kansas anymore.

WHERE TO STAY

The fanciest joint on the island is the W, which actually seems to have done a really nice job to staying with the casual, low-key vibe of its surroundings, even if there is a wall. On my last trip, we spent a rainy day in their spacious lobby, scarfing up free soup and coffee, having a snack or two and playing a vicious round of Monopoly.  (Don’t they always turn vicious?)  My preference has been Casa de Amistad, overseen by a pair of incredibly helpful and friendly transplants from Wisconsin.

FOOD

For someone who loves food, my first two trips were definitely a steep learning curve.  Avoiding most places on the Malecon was one of them.  Fried is not a food group.  Three places that have never disappointed are as follows:

Coconuts - more upscale, very good.   Awesome rum punch.

Sol Food Truck - perfect for getting lunch while you’re at the beaches.  Healthy, fresh – includes vegetables unlike a lot of the other places on the island.  And sun tea.  Yes to sun tea.

Panaderia/Deli La Viequense - in Isabel Segunda on Calle Antonio G. Mellado. Lovely breakfast sandwiches with egg, ham and cheese, squished flat and toasted.

BEACHES

The best beaches are all the in the US Fish and Wildlife area down the one road where Sol Food is. Sun Bay/Sombe and Media Luna are boring except for the wild horses that hang out there.

Bahia de la Chiva / Blue Beach is one of my top two favorites.  This particular beach has a super long, very calm shallow portion, along with some good snorkeling to the west of Chiva.

Caracas/Red Beach is the other favorite, with slightly stronger waves, palm trees, and a nice wide beach.

Secret Beach - Follow the sign for Pata Prieta, and take a right.  Not so secret anymore, it’s a lot like Caracas but on a smaller scale.

RANDOM TIPS

Renting a Jeep to have at your disposal is a great way to get around to all the beaches.  It also marks you as a tourist.  Deal with it.  Checking out the Bio Bay is a must.  Bring a stash of cash if you can, the ATMs sometimes run out of cash on the weekend.

There’s much more, but who can read this much on a Friday afternoon?   Have a lovely weekend, would you?

 

Streets of New York

Let’s say you were tripping down the streets of New York City in the blazing heat today, and being like, what the crap am I doing here?  Where is the stuff?

This is the stuff.  Just in case you missed it the first time.

Bleecker Street Food Stroll

Soho to the Rescue

Long Island City Part I and II

Fort Greene Part I and II

The Museum Mile Part I and II

Flatiron District for $20

American Museum of Natural History and friends

Any other places you want to hear more about?  Send me an assignment!

Beeeach!

For the longest time, I was a beach hater.  You’re probably are not very surprised.  Thinking about the beach made me twitchy.  So much sitting around, and staying still.  I couldn’t go with friends unless I had a full pile of gossip magazines, and trashy novels to read continuously.   Then all of a sudden, right about when I turned 28, I was like, oh… I tooootally get it now.  The beach is amazing.  The sand, the waves, that salty smell, ha, the sitting still.  The turning off.  That’s what everyone has been talking about.  (Have I mentioned that I think I’m on some sort of developmental delay?)

These days, my beach attention span is definitely longer.  I also realized that I wasn’t going to the right beaches.  Montauk…well, let’s just say it’s got some right beaches.  So, friends, on this Wednesday, this midpoint of the work week, this slightly overcast day, I give you pictures of the beach out on Montauk.  Hate me, love me, but I must share. Please love.

I swear, I didn’t hire this dog.  He came all on his own.  With his owner.  Who had a tennis ball.  He has a nice life.

These yahoos have got it good too.

Beach, beach, beach, all day long.

Um, yea, we do this, like, all the time.

Sky, waves, sand, and smooth pebbles.  My brain is coming out my ears.

Oh, hey there feet.  Your toes are wearing the best shade of orange red.

We collected rocks.

We explored the intricacies of sand architecture.

Created a vast empire.

An empire of victory.

And teeny tiny people.

It was like, a really, really, nice day.

Snug Harbor Motel, Montauk, NY

This is where we stayed.   Located right on Lake Montauk, the Snug Harbor Motel was cheap, clean, and run by some very nice people.  As I mentioned yesterday, Don Draper would feel right at home here at the cozy and quaint Snug Harbor Motel. This is definitely a case of pictures being worth a thousand words.

Stop by, and say hello to resident dog Cookie, and best of all, bring your own dog.  Or kids.  Or hot dogs for the grills in the back.

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