7 Days and 11 States, My 7-11 Travels

In my usual style, an aisle seat, I have taken out my laptop to reflect on my last seven days (see picture for view from my seat).  Since boarding, it has been a rather interesting flight with various infants, one yappy little dog, and everyone afraid of sneezing with the worries of Swine Flu. It is during this said “quiet time” (with headphones on) that I reflect on where I have been over the last seven days.

I crossed the country last week.  I left the West Coast leaving from San Diego, California with a pit stop in Atlanta, Georgia with arrival in Fort Lauderdale, Fl. After empting one suitcase of dirty clothes and repacking another, I then traveled by car for a Spring Roadtrip up I-95 through Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, Virginia, Maryland, Delaware, New Jersey, New York, and today just a smidgen of Connecticut. Yes, that is right seven days and eleven states.  I would have to say I did a 7-11.

During this week, I rode in a double-decker bus (Yes, like in London), four taxis, various planes ran by three distinct airlines, one car for over 1,800 miles, one bike, and by foot.  However, I was grateful that none of my travels had been my motor home, semi, or horseback; all I would consider rather unpleasant ways of travel. I did see a Segway along the journey that I wanted to try, but I passed.  I will keep it on my to do list.

I have said many times, “If the government had a GPS tracking system on me, they would think that I am doing something illegal.”  It is not a secret that they most likely already know my every location and move; and, if the government doesn’t know my every move or happens to lose my location, I have helped them by tweeting my travels.  My twitter name is MsTravelingPant (The character limit of Twitter is disappointing.).

Heading back home, where I hang up my laptop bag (I rarely wear hats), I am looking forward to warmer weather as San Diego was unseasonably cool as well as the Northeast was rather cool with rain showers bidding me farewell today.

My next adventure will be my third trip to Costa Rica.  This, as my last year’s trip was, will be for business. Regardless, all travel whether for pleasure or work leads to stories, experiences, and learning.  I am hoping that my colleagues in Costa Rica make some VIP calls to make sure that the typical hot, humid weather is ready for me. Please no more unseasonable weather.  Maybe Ms. Traveling Pants can wear some shorts since it is already May.

Namaste in the Berkshires, now Where's the Nearest Dunkin' Donuts?

Last June for my mom’s special birthday, she and I went on our first Yoga retreat. Although I did not know at the time, I was to be spending an extended weekend at one of the most famous Yoga retreats in the U.S. It is called Kripalu, located in Western New York in the Berkshires.

As you can see by the picture, the surroundings were beautiful with the green, lush Berkshire mountains overlooking a lake. However missing from the picture is Kripalu's main building, which was a cold looking, brick structure similar to a hospital. It certainly broke my stereotype of yoga retreat architecture.  As a side note, I didn't know until later that the building was previously a Jesuit seminary.

So the irony of this peaceful story comes when you imagine the current Ms. Traveling Pants in this situation. Let me set the stage. 

Picture a commune of yoga enthusiasts, meditation rooms, labyrinths, massages, aromatherapy, and healthy food taken to the extreme.  And, then picture throwing me, the seemingly always connected to my iPhone or laptop into that atmosphere. Culture shock!!  I mean it was so healthy, caffeine was a banned substance. Just as background, I think I get a caffeine withdrawal headache at 3:00 pm if I don't have my dose. Wow!

Regardless, I adapted, like the cameleon that I am, and it was truly amazing (or should I say ooommmmmm-mazing). I am the first to admit it was very challenging…even the “gentle yoga” kicked my butt (not to mention the lack of caffeine). The full massages afterwards were a bonus, but for those of you familiar with deep tissue massages, it can be a workout as well. (If you haven't read my Turkish Baths for Dummies post, you must.)

From the two yoga classes I took a day, it was apparent that when one practices yoga daily, you can become to be a human pretzel. However, with my thirty-something tight legs from running and spinning, touching my toes is a great feat, including downwards-facing dog and other human contortionists acts they call Yoga. In fact, I think that some of the instructors were fooling us all. They must have worked for Cirque du Soleil in a past life.

Ta ta Ms. Traveling Pants followers....Namaste