Vancouver girls, grinds and grills

28 07 2008

7 years ago, my randomly assigned freshman-year college roommate met me in Raleigh totting a bottle of wine and dreams of the future. We talked about what that future might be and took a stab at writing it down. We sealed those winey predictions in an envelope and vowed to open them the year we turned 30 on a girl’s trip to Greece.

2 states and 3 moves later, the envelope found itself unearthed from New York City and en route to Vancouver. Yeah, we’d still like to go, but finances and families made it a bit difficult for this year. Work helped — an award for me + a guest paved the way for the two of us to escape again to a balcony with a bottle of wine for the opening of our time capsule. Check out the Flickr feed or the photos from the sidebar to see pics from the trip.

Cheers to you Melissa for achieving so many check marks on your vision of the future. Heck, you even penned some goals for both of your sister which also came true :-)

Thanks also to Conrad for so graciously giving up his seat for this girl’s trip. This cup’s for you lover:





Kauai impressions

5 05 2008

They call it the Garden Isle for a reason. Wow. This place is lush. Now, to that point, anyone who knows the Osmons know that when the family gathers, we attain the Power of 3 and become Quasi Supernormal Incremental Precipitation Inducers. So maybe picking a place that ranks as The Wettest Place on Earth was asking too much.

Kauai lighthouseWe arrived Friday night late – hungry. Our guidebook recommended a hole in the wall for noodles they call Saimen. Man, it was rustic, local and quite tasty. Saturday was a tour of one of the state park beaches and a drive north to see the stretch of the island north of us. We visited a little hamburg stand, popped into a grocery store, and road the road till it ends. Beaches along the way are amazing. We were lucky to also be there for Lighthouse Day. When you see our pics, you’ll see some pictures of Great Frigate Birds, Nenes (Hawaii’s mutated Canadian Geese), Red Tailed Tropic Birds (really), Albatross, and some other stuff.  The lighthouse was pretty neat too.

The next day we drove south, to the end of that road and beaches in the south. Each one is more picturesque than the next. I guess that’s why we don’t really have any pictures of them. We took our first snorkeling dip on Sunday. Wow. We were barely 3 feet off shore when we found fish. Lots of fish. Fish of many colors, shapes and sizes. It was like swimming in a fishtank. Except for the Hawaii waves that beat the tar out of you while you’re attempting to keep your head under the water to watch the fish and your snorkel tube free of the very salty water. :-)

Today we’re booked on a noon kayak tour up a little river. We’ll pass a fern grotto, and then visit what is marked in bold letters on our map as the Secret Falls. Shhhhh. Heh, I’m sure there will only be 200 or so people who stumble upon this secret at the same time as we do!

So … more stories and pictures as we can. Just a little taste to rub it in and let you know that we’re loving the sun, the sand and the tropical food & adventures. Oh. You’re working aren’t you. Yeah, sorry about that.





India … it’s a sure thing.

1 02 2008

Well, for all of you who were wondering … 1 sleep to go for Conrad (which means by the time you’re reading this, it’s the day he’s leaving or he’s already enroute to London)!

And on a mixed-emotional note, I will not be going home with him at the end of our holiday. I’ll be going home shortly thereafter, to be sure … but not directly. First, I’ve made a deal with the woman I’m standing in for that I will accompany our exec to the leadership conference in Bangalore, India. … So I’m ready to go home, but C & I figure we made it through 4 months, we can handle 4 more days … and the pro’s of the experience of travelling to India, seeing life there, seeing HAL there, being a part of the event — well, it’s another great learning opportunity, plus it’s a great capstone to end the experience on.

So, there you have it. C & I will spend a little time together in Asia, then on the 15th, we’ll fly home to NYC … only my flight will include a 5 day layover in India. :-)





Taxi cab confessions

14 01 2008

I can tell already, no shoes for me this week!  It’s going to be a busy few days getting my homework done so I can be ready for the arrival of the rents on Thursday at 1am, but more on that later.

My cab ride home tonight (b/c who wants to spend an hr getting home once it’s already rolled around to 7:45 at the office), began perilously with  an ominous, repeated “ding” emanating somewhere from the front seat. It must be the seat-belt tone I thought. But no, he was buckled.

After at least 30 “bings,” I finally asked, “Uncle, what’s that sound?” Well, “uncle” didn’t speak much English, but we finally came to agree on the source of the sound — it was a sound-governor. Only common in older cars apparently, this little guy dings repeatedly to alert the driver when he’s speeding over 100 (that’s KPH, not MPH). “But everyone’s going over 100″ he told me. I agreed, and on we went, dinging and all.

Definitely a ride worthy of a rounding up tip. :-)





Over in a blink

1 01 2008

Well, after much anticipation to return to NYC & RTP for Christmas, this week I found myself feeling teleported and time-warped back to a cramped seat for an 18 hour return journey to Singapore.

The trip, albeit short, was oh so sweet. Conrad had cookies baking in the apartment when I came home so the place smelled as good as it looked — which was dripping with holiday ooze — fresh garland and lights, and even a little *live* Charlie Brown tree decorated with Candy Canes. Much to our mothers’ chagrin and to my delight, Conrad had also invited our great NYC friends Kelly & Factor over for a little dinner soiree (pot roast & games), fun time. In the morning, we trekked around NYC — bagels, tickets to see the Rockettes put on their Christmas Spectacular, and then sat atop an double-decker bus for a tour of the NYC lights by night. Fantastic. We made a little pit stop between the two events at a bull riding bar we stumbled over near Rockefeller center … where we met “Rebecca” and her boyfriend and toasted their new (2 hr) engagement. Quite a day. Next day, Conrad whisked me to the train station where we caught the 10-hr express to Durham (more on that another day). Christmas in Hillsborough (Durham / Raleigh / Chapel Hill) was complete with both families, a mamita, lots of presents, a party with our “919″ friends, candle-light Christmas eve service by a friend in a new Sr Pastor post at the chapel of Chapel Hill, and oh so much more.

It feels like a blur as a write this from my desk in Singapore. But it’s a blur that brings a smile to my lips and warms my heart. Thanks to everyone who made time for our little quick trip this year … it was so special.

My parents are visiting less than 2 weeks to Singapore … so I better get back to work so I can be ready to show them a good time when they arrive!





… I think I have that in my purse

21 12 2007

I feel like Aunt Mabe today. You know, that distant relative who steals all the mini-soaps from the hotel or restaurant — who’s bathroom is a virtual array of every mini travel sized item known to man? Very classy woman, right. Well, today, I’m her.

As much as I try wearing my little “I belong on business class” outfit, I’m still a little in awe of some parts of this journey… and I’m bringing home the souvenirs to prove it. So if you’re Christmas stocking smells good, it’s because I ripped out the free sample of perfume from the magazine and wrapped it up as your Christmas present. Hey .. there’s still good smells on there!





Time travelling

21 12 2007

I have lost complete sense of time. Very strange feeling. I got on the plane in Singapore around midnight and immediately reset my watch to the time in the stop-over city, Frankfurt. I was pretty tired, so (after dinner of course) I didn’t have too much trouble nodding off on the plane… didn’t wake up until the stewardess asked me what I’d like for breakfast. I checked my watch, but I forgot the time difference from Singapore to Frankfurt and I’m not sure what time I fell asleep, so I have no idea how long I was out for. That was only the beginning.

It was 5:30 or 6am in Frankfurt when we landed .. and it’s still dark here. I booted up the ol’ compy but that was still set to Singapore time — 1am. Reset that to US time so now it says 12:30 am (?), my watch says 6:15 and my body feels as if it’s about 3 in the afternoon.

Get ready Conrad, I have no idea what this time-travel is going to do to my internal clock / jet-lag! :-)





Understanding the Kevins

21 12 2007

I would nod and smile, but I never really understood him when my friend Kevin would tell me of his success or pursuits of the business class upgrade, especially for access to the lounges.

Before today, those doors have remained tinted to me, doors which only opened for others, and over who’s shoulders I could only occasionally catch a glance of the bouncers at the check-in desk.

But today, I feel like Charlie with my “Golden Ticket.” The doors are open to me now, and I have seen the light. Paying $2,000 for a plane ticket is crazy — don’t get me wrong. But every once in a while, it’s fun to put on a costume and step into another world. Today, despite the exhaustion of a 24 hour, 9 minute flight plan, I’m soaking up life like the other guys… and I understand Kevin a bit more.

I mean, after a while, airports all start to look the same. And those duty free shops can only hold your attention for so long (especially now that as Americans we can’t bring in liquid, so perfumes, liquors … and all the good deals we had before are a bit more tricky to navigate). But the lounges … well, first of all, let me assure you — the walls aren’t painted in gold and they do not drip with luxury. But it is a nice, comfortable place to hang out before catching your next flight. And really, if you’re spending 80% of your work time travelling around from airport to airport, it’s the only way to go — keep your sanity, find a quite place to work while traveling, and not having to fight a drooling kid with sticky fingers for one of those hard seats that for some reason are all attached in a row so that when the kid gets the seat at the end of the row and jumps up and down, you can’t think anymore because you’re suddenly sea sick. Yep. I get it a bit more.

So what *are* they like? Well, once you get past the woman at the door who confirms your golden ticket isn’t a fake, you walk in to a room filled with lots of individual chairs — usually small arm chairs. They’re not plush lazy boys, but it’s not entirely dissimilar to a hotel lobby waiting area. Usually on one wall (and in some bigger airports, maybe 2 or 3) is a pantry of sorts where you can help yourself to all kinds of goodies for free… beer, wine, champagne, top shelf bar, soft drinks of every kind; snacks like nuts, pretzels, chips; and some kind of food, of course varying depending on the time of day. Of course, these buffets differ depending on the hosting country — so in Singapore there was duck and fresh mango and wasabi peas. In Frankfurt (where I am writing this now) there are pretzels and hard rolls and 5 different kinds of beer :-)

On the other wall or corner are the bathrooms — always equiped with showers as well in the case of those very long flights or layovers.

And there is also usually a business section with free computers / internet connection. Though here in Frankfurt, that amounts to a single stand-up kiosk computer. As most people travel with laptops now a days, I’m sure the need for the “mobile offices” popular in the 80s is changing. The Singapore business center did have a fax machine … but it too looked a bit dusty. I did have to buy my wireless access here in Frankfurt … I was surprised by that, something for them to improve on :)

Another thing I noticed is that the kid with sticky fingers followed me. I wasn’t surprised by the demographic being about 70% men (or more). But I was surprised by the number of young families — couples on their honeymoon, other couples with the Louis Vuitton matching luggage who look like they learned to walk wearing Prada shoes, and babies — literally with silver spoons in their mouths.

You know what else? I think I miss the life and excitement of the real world walking by on the other side of those tinted glass walls.