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Author: Christina Menkemeller

France, Part I

We’re currently spending 3-weeks in France before heading to Spain and Portugal! Since 3-weeks in such a beautiful country is WAY too much to fit in one post, I’m breaking up the France portion into two pieces.

A little tip: you can click the individual images in the galleries throughout the post if you want to see the full picture or get a closer look.

I went on a trip to France with my high school nine years ago, but this is my husband, Cardin’s, first time here. I’ve loved re-experiencing the sites and getting to see Cardin’s reaction to everything. The first 5 days of our trip were spent in Paris. After arriving in the morning and taking a quick nap [I know, not exactly how you’re supposed to get over jet lag], we decided to explore the neighborhood.

We were staying in République, and it was a very cute, colorful and non-touristy spot! Below are a few pictures of the area and “Cafe Le Bistrot” where we had happy hour our first night. ***Side note: they had the BEST popcorn [thankfully my husband isn’t a big popcorn eater, so I didn’t have to share too much].

Before starting our walking tour the next morning, we decided carb-loading was a must and headed to the best boulangerie in the neighborhood: Du Pain et des Idees. They’re known for their delicious escargots—and no, I don’t mean snails. It’s the swirled pastry in the pictures below.

I picked the praline flavor, and it was delicious [not that you can eat a bad pastry in Paris]! As we finished breakfast, we noticed a dog standing outside the door waiting patiently for his pastry. It was so sweet and we were so impressed by such a well trained dog. Our poorly trained pup would have immediately run off to play with people sitting outside—even if she was promised a pastry for waiting by the door for us.

Our first site of the day was the Arc de Triomphe. As amazing as the structure was, I think Cardin was more impressed by the 4-lane traffic circle around the Arc. After our traumatizing rental car experience in Cape Town [which you can read about HERE], we tend to view streets abroad with gratitude that we’re walking instead of frantically trying to avoid crashing!

Cardin even has a building named after him—I think he’s secretly related to the fashion designer… 😉

After exploring a few more spots along the way, we finally made it to the Louvre.

One of our favorite things was getting to watch local artists paint throughout the museum, and seeing the Mona Lisa [despite its shockingly small size].

Now let me just say, we had a wonderful time exploring the Louvre. As far as museums go, it’s by far my favorite! …BUT….as much as I hate to admit it, we are not museum people. We both quickly lose interest and somehow staring at art has the magical ability to make us instantly starving [even if we eat beforehand]. So, instead of being mature, cultured museum-goers…Cardin ends up posing like the art, and I unashamedly photograph it [don’t worry, we only do it when no one is watching].

Some of the best marriage advice I can offer, especially for traveling, marry someone who has the same museum stamina as you do—trust me, it makes the whole experience much more enjoyable!

Cardin worked up quite an appetite after all that posing, so we found a great little cafe near the Louvre called La Comedie and ate a croque monsieur and a croque madame. The only downside, which we’ve noticed at most cafes in France, is that a lot of people smoke here. We were squished into a tiny semi-enclosed patio without much circulation, so we didn’t linger much once we finished eating.

After lunch, we headed to Notre-Dame de Paris. Even after visiting it once before, it was still so amazing to see this beautiful, massive cathedral!

After cooking dinner at our Airbnb, we decided to make a late night macaron run—because Paris is probably the only place you could make a late night macaron run. Unfortunately, all of the patisseries in our neighborhood were closed, but we found one called Laduree on the Champs-Élysées. It’s a touristy chain, but honestly, it was by far the best macarons we’ve had on our trip. They were relatively expensive but worth every penny! We ate a coconut-lime flavored one that I swear tasted just like Fruity Pebbles! Cardin didn’t entirely agree with that comparison, but it was our favorite flavor.

The next day, we headed to Disneyland Paris. Unlike any other Disney park, you enter through a hotel. Everything about this park was beautiful and the colors were very different from what we’re used to seeing at Disney.

Below is a picture of us in front of the hotel/park entrance. It’s also a picture of me holding the absolute worst cup of coffee known to man. Honestly, I’m not even sure you can consider it coffee. It was a great hand-warmer though!

Our day at Disney also happened to be the coldest and wettest day of our entire trip so far. No amount of layers could save us from the unavoidable soaking after riding a roller coaster in the pouring rain. I foolishly thought “that’s ok, I’ll just hold my head down with my hood on to prevent my face from getting wet on the ride.” Unfortunately, that was completely ineffective when going upside down and we were forcefully pelted in the face by rain. A definite perk of the rough weather though: lighter crowds!

They also have a Ratatouille ride, which we’ll be getting at Epcot soon. Ratatouille is one of our favorite movies, so we loved getting to experience it! Another unique aspect of the park is they have indoor alleys on the backsides of main street. Not only are they well-done, but they were a welcome relief from the weather. Also, please take a second to admire Cardin’s excellent impression of his carousel horse below—see we don’t just do that at museums 😉

Our favorite surprise at Disneyland Paris was the castle and not just because of its appearance [although it was very pretty]. They have a dungeon that you walk down into and have a dragon moving around and breathing smoke! And they use fire during the castle fireworks, which was a bonus!

You may be asking yourself, “why the heck did this girl take a picture of a mustard packet?!” Don’t worry; I’m about to tell you exactly why. By the end of the day, we were freezing, soaking wet and didn’t feel like searching further for food, so we ended up grabbing hot dogs for dinner. I know, “who eats hot dogs in France,” but we were desperate and didn’t want to spend much money.

I grabbed multiple of these little mustard packets and proceeded to spread two of them on my hot dog. What I thought was typical dijon mustard [which I eat regularly] turned out to be straight up horseradish. And my hot dog was covered in it. I guess that’s what we get for eating hot dogs in France!

We started the next morning at the Sainte-Chapelle. A friend recommended it, claiming it was the best thing they did in Paris. Since we’re traveling so much we don’t have time to research every destination thoroughly, so we rely heavily on friend’s tips and “top things to do” lists. In this case, we just trusted my friend’s recommendation and didn’t even google it. Our initial reaction as we entered the downstairs level of the building, was a bit disappointed. Yes, it was pretty, but nothing we would have classified as our favorite place to visit.

Until we went upstairs.

Breathtaking is the only way I can describe it. It’s essentially a chapel made of stained glass windows—the pictures don’t even come close to doing it justice! And the best part was being clueless about what we were about to see! The chapel was a beautiful surprise, and I highly recommend it to anyone visiting Paris!

After we finished visiting the Sainte-Chapelle, we dedicated the entire rest of the day to see the Eiffel Tower. We found a walking tour online and followed the route to all the best views around the city.

About an hour before they turned the tower lights on, we decided to take a crêpe break and try to warm up a bit. Mine was Nutella and Cardin had honey-lemon. Both were delicious, but of course, the Nutella crêpe won!

Before our trip, we tried to purchase tickets for going up the Eiffel Tower online, but unfortunately, they were sold out. We had been warned about the extremely long line to buy tickets in person and didn’t want to waste precious time standing around. Instead, the walking tour we followed recommended going up the Tour Montparnasse to get a view of the city since that view includes the Eiffel Tower!

Tour Montparnasse is the only skyscraper in Paris. After it was completed, the city outlawed the building of skyscrapers because it ruined the skyline. If you scroll back up to the cover photo of this post, you can see the building directly under the arch of the Eiffel Tower—it’s an unattractive addition to the view, but the observation deck on the top floor ended up being amazing! It’s one of Paris’ best-kept secrets. We only had two people in line in front of us and the observation deck was practically empty. It was much cheaper than going to the top of the Eiffel Tower and had the best panoramic view of the entire city, so really it was a win all around!

As a reward for saving time and money by skipping the top of the Eiffel Tour, we decided to go out for a nice dinner. We went to a little restaurant called Le Bistrot Des Campagnes. We had to wait a bit for a table, but it was worth it! The food was delicious, and the place was full of locals, which is a great sign. Plus they didn’t have an English menu, which makes ordering challenging, but also means it’s not a tourist spot!

The next day we took the train to the Palace of Versailles.

By this day, we had already spent four full days exploring Paris, and our energy was lagging. After seeing the palace, we headed to the gardens to see Marie Antoinette’s house. What they don’t tell you [and what I must’ve forgotten from my last visit] is that you have to walk quite a bit to get to Marie Antoinette’s house. They offer a tram for 8 euros each to take you around, but we thought that was a silly waste of money and decided to walk.

As the tram passed us about 20 minutes later and the hunger started to set in, it occurred to us that the tram would have been well worth the 16 euros. By the end of the day we had walked a total of 15 miles, and the last building of Marie Antoinette’s estate was closed for restoration. Those never-ending stretches of gravel [pictured above] while wearing ankle boots was not my greatest shoe choice. On the plus side, the weather cleared, and the walk through the gardens was beautiful!

To make up for the calorie loss after our 15-mile walk, we decided to finish the day with dessert. We went to a cute neighborhood in Paris called Le Marais. As we turned the corner, we saw a long line of people waiting for these treats at a place called Aux Merveilleux. We bought four with the initial plan of saving two for the next day—which didn’t work, and we ended up eating all four in one sitting. We’re still not sure what they were, but our best guess is stuffed meringue puffs. Either way, they were delicious!

After five days in Paris, we headed to a small town in Normandy called Bayeux. Below is a picture of our adorable Airbnb. The owners did such a good job decorating the place, and it gave us a great taste of tiny house living done right! The kitchen was so efficient and stocked with everything we needed [aside from counter space of course].

Bayeux is a sweet little town, and we loved walking around. The only downside was we were there on Sunday and Monday, which meant that almost everything remained closed until Tuesday. We ended up with a couple of relaxing days though, which was great.

The first night we found one tiny market open to buy a few things for dinner. We bought a giant baguette and thought it was hilarious walking around town carrying it [with no wrapper]. Until it started to rain—so of course Cardin had to stick the baguette in his jacket to protect it from getting wet!

The next day, we walked into a patisserie carrying another baguette purchased at the supermarket. As we walked in the woman working there saw our groceries, and essentially baguette shamed us for “buying fake bread.” Little did she know that was our fourth “fake baguette” of the trip…don’t worry though, we won’t make that mistake again. Only real patisserie purchased baguettes for us from here on out, promise!

Our original plan for our stay in Normandy was to rent a car in either Bayeux or the neighboring town and drive to the D-day beaches and Mont Saint-Michel. We tried to reserve one ahead of time, but the online reservation system wasn’t working. And after walking in the cold rain for 30-minutes to the rental car place, we discovered they were out of cars.

We ended up spending the rest of the day exploring Bayeux and booked a shuttle to take us to Mont Saint-Michel. Sadly, that was our last day in Bayeux, and we had to choose between the D-day beaches and Mont Saint-Michel. Since the Mont day trip was a third of the price, we booked it instead.

Mont Saint-Michel is a unique and incredibly beautiful abbey! Plus we had the first sunny day of our trip, which was wonderful! We even packed a lunch and had a picnic [rosé included] with the view in the picture above. Also, please appreciate Cardin’s well executed titanic impression!

Our trip has been amazing so far, and we can’t wait to keep exploring this beautiful country! And don’t forget to look out for my next post: France, Part II.

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“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

—My new favorite phrase.

 

Talking has always been my strong suit. Whether you’re a life-long friend or total stranger, I love meeting new people and hearing about their lives. People have always said that I posses a special talent for getting others to share their story. It’s also one of the reasons I pursued a career in therapy.

 

But now, one of my greatest strengths has become my biggest insecurity.

 

It still feels strange [even after two years] to ask people to repeat themselves or feel so dependent on my husband in certain social situations.

 

I can’t engage and be fully present when I’m so focused on deciphering what someone is saying.

 

I usually don’t have a problem at home, especially with voices I’m familiar with hearing. While traveling, though, the combination of jet lag, sinus trouble, and strong accents, makes it very difficult to hear.

 

I’ve also had the unfortunate luck of getting sick during almost all our trips, which can make even a healthy person’s hearing momentarily decline.

 

When I’m exhausted, my brain is so busy trying to stay awake that my hearing is usually the first thing to drop. It also tends to ramp up my tinnitus [the ringing in my ears], which makes it even harder for my brain to focus and tune out the sounds.

 

Traveling has challenged my patience with my hearing and has led to more than a few frustrating moments. [Even the most patient person would get annoyed after being asked “what” five times in a row—my poor husband.]

 

Thankfully, my husband is used to my pleas for repetition. But when I’m talking to strangers, my first thought is always: they’re going to think I’m dumb.

 

That may be an unfair judgment, but it’s a reality that many hearing impaired people face every day.

 

Traveling has also helped me realize that as uncomfortable as I may feel when asking a stranger to “say that again” three times, they are almost always kind and accommodating. I’ve also gotten in the habit of adding, “I’m sorry, I have a hearing problem,” and that usually encourages them to speak louder.

 

During our recent trip, most people spoke English in both the UAE and South Africa [read about those trips here and here]. Usually, finding English speakers abroad is a relief. But for me, it means people assume I’ll be able to understand everything they’re saying, despite their heavy accents.

 

On our way home from South Africa, we had a 20-hour layover in Dubai, which made our ticket prices cheap, but also meant we had an awkward amount of time between flights.

 

My husband decided to use that time the way all theme-park aficionados would: by going to a water park.

 

I, on the other hand, opted to get a hotel room and try to sleep [I can’t usually sleep on airplanes anymore since I’m hopped up on steroids].

 

We landed at 7:00 am, but unfortunately, the hotel wouldn’t let us check-in until 9:00 am, which was the exact time my husband had a podcast interview with one of the managers at Atlantis’ Aquaventure water park.

 

So, I would be on my own at check-in. Normally, this would be no problem, but after not sleeping for 48 hours and recovering from a cold: it was a struggle.

 

Since it was early in the morning, the guy at the lobby desk was speaking particularly quietly and had a very heavy accent. Something that is usually quite simple turned into a very awkward back and forth of “what” and “sorry one more time,” where I couldn’t help but feel like I was offending him a little bit.

 

Eventually, I was able to get checked in. As I settled into my room, I kept thinking about why exactly that situation had made me feel so uncomfortable.

 

Is it the fact that I no longer feel confident in being independent? Is it that I’m afraid I’m offending people because they have an accent? Or is it because I think people might be questioning my intelligence?

 

Honestly, it’s probably a combination of all three.

 

As frustrating as my hearing problems are while traveling, I’m grateful that I have this time abroad—forcing me to accept feeling uncomfortable.

 

Even if you’re perfectly healthy, traveling still has a way of stretching your boundaries—whether it’s the different food, the jet lag, or language barriers, traveling transports you beyond your comfort zone and forces you to adapt.

 

So, as much as I try to avoid inadequacy-inducing situations, I’m learning to appreciate those moments as practice for when I eventually lose all of my hearing.

 

I’m also learning to appreciate my husband for being my “ears” while we travel—despite my efforts of independence.

 

Traveling is even teaching me to allow a little grace for myself. I’m not perfect, and it’s ok to feel embarrassed or frustrated. Everybody has something, and this just happens to be my thing.

 

But eventually, it will feel more normal.

 

[And maybe traveling will help me to reach that feeling of normalcy a little quicker?]

 

I also know that I can’t always expect other people to be kind or understanding about my hearing problems. I’ve been lucky so far, but I’ve heard many stories from other people who don’t always get the best reaction from strangers [or even loved ones] when they can’t hear them.

 

And that’s ok too.

 

People aren’t perfect, and you never know what they might be dealing with in their own life. As much as we have to give ourselves grace when we feel like we’re falling short, we have to share that grace with others too.

 

It’s also important to stop letting our shortcomings [or what we think are shortcomings] be our constant focus.

 

I would hate to look back on our year of traveling and only remember the challenges. Instead, I’m going to remember how much God has taught me, the ridiculous stories we have to tell, and the amazing adventure I’ve had with my husband.

 

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South Africa

After a week in Abu Dhabi and Dubai (if you haven’t read that post yet, click here to catch up before scrolling further), we finally headed to South Africa! The plan was to stay four days in Cape Town before flying to Johannesburg and spending ten days with the Pelzer family (if you’re confused again, click here to ready about them).

***A little tip: I had SO many pictures from our trip that I made little galleries throughout the post. You can click a smaller picture and scroll through each gallery if you want a closer look!

As much as I want to say we had a fantastic first day in Cape Town…I can’t. One of the many things you learn while traveling is that just like everything else in life: things don’t always go as planned. In fact, our struggles started the night before, shortly after we landed in Cape Town. We had reserved a rental car and requested an automatic since neither of us knows how to drive a stick shift. After we loaded the car and set the GPS, we looked down and, our hearts sank. A stick shift. We were so busy getting everything settled that we forgot to double check and make sure they had given us the right car.

One of the many wonderful qualities my husband possesses is his ability to figure out anything—as long as he has access to YouTube. Unfortunately, since we had just landed in a foreign country and were sitting in the middle of a parking lot, we didn’t have cell phone service or WiFi. So, no YouTube. Nonetheless, he declared that it couldn’t  possibly be that hard to figure out and turned the car on. Which promptly made the car jerk forward and roll into the middle of the aisle.

After multiple attempts, we finally looked at each other and admitted defeat. Embarrassed for officially winning the title of “silly Americans who can’t drive a stick,” we went back to the rental car office and requested an automatic. Of course, they were fresh out. So, we proceeded to ask three more rental car companies until we FINALLY found one that had an automatic left.

The next day, our luck was still running low. Our friend, Christine, had planned a wonderful itinerary for us while we were in Cape Town. Day one was supposed to be a trip to Table Mountain. She recommended that we wait to go on a clear day, but unfortunately we walked outside, and the sky was far from sunny. Clouds everywhere. Since we had already gotten a late start, we decided to grab an early lunch and pray the clouds cleared soon.

While we ate, what do you know—the clouds disappeared! 

There were still a couple of small clouds, but we decided to chance it. As we made our way up the mountain on the gondola, we looked up and once again our luck seemed to vanish. A giant cloud had suddenly appeared and was sitting on top of the entire mountain (which is impressive since it’s such a wide space). I will say, it was pretty cool to literally be in the clouds, but the coolness factor quickly wore off when we realized the cloud was there to stay.

The picture below shows how important it is to go to Table Mountain on a clear day…the view wasn’t exactly great…

After an hour of exploring the viewless mountain, we finally decided to give up and head to our next destination. Between terrible traffic, learning to drive on the wrong side of the road, and a delayed GPS app…we were struggling. A lot. Eventually we came to the conclusion that maybe we were supposed to go back to our Airbnb and have a relaxing evening. (This was definitely a good lesson on when to take a break while traveling.)

While on Table Mountain the previous day, we met a very nice man from a town in South Africa called Muizenberg. We planned to take a drive near that area the next day, so he recommended that we eat at a restaurant in Kalkbay with “the best fish and chips ever.” He made it sound so delicious, that we decided to have lunch there!

As we pulled up to the little shack/boathouse, we thought “this place must be great” since it fell into the classic “hole in the wall” category. Until our food arrived. And we proceeded to eat the absolute worst fish and chips we’ve ever had. It may look good in the picture, but trust me, it wasn’t!

After we finished our far from delicious lunch, we headed to Boulders Beachaka the penguin beach!! That’s right; I said penguin beach! They literally have penguins living all over the beach and for a small fee you can go swimming with them. Unfortunately, the water is VERY cold, so as far as swimming goes, we only made it up to our calves. The beach was beautiful though, and it was amazing to get to see such an incredible site!

The next stop: Cape of Good Hope. I don’t know why it was such a fantastic experience to stand at the tip of Africa, but it was incredible!

They even have a path with something resembling stairs where you can hike up to the top of the cliff. The hike doesn’t look bad in the picture above, but there are large stretches of the walk where the stairs are widely spaced pieces of wood where you have to hop from one platform to the next. It was terrifying (especially for someone with tumors on their balance nerves), but the view was worth it!

The picture below shows just one of many moments throughout our trip where Cardin decided to look over the edge of a cliff, and I proceeded to panic!

After we finished at Cape of Good Hope, we began the most breathtakingly beautiful drive we’ve ever done! The pictures below don’t even come close to doing it justice! The drive is through an area called Chapmans Peak Drive, and I would happily fly all the way back to Cape Town just to do that drive and get to experience those views again! You drive along winding cliffs that hug the coast, and they have lots of great areas where you can pull off and take pictures.

The drive also takes you through Houts Bay, Llandudno, Camps Bay, Clifton and Bantry Bay, which are known as the most beautiful beaches in the world! We stopped at Llandudno beach, which was incredible! They had a photo shoot taking place on the beach while we were there—sadly they weren’t interested in including us 😉 I will also say these are probably the windiest beaches in the world. We pretty much got sandblasted the entire time, which I guess is great exfoliation! I’m still finding sand in my purse from that day!

On our last day in Cape Town, we decided to make the trip up Table Mountain again to try our hand at catching a cloudless view. It was AMAZING!!! Definitely worth having to pay twice to see it!

That night we decided to go to Victoria & Alfred Waterfront for dinner. It’s a great area full of restaurants, shopping, and views of Table Mountain (check out the giant cloud sitting once again on the mountain).

The next day we flew to Johannesburg to finally meet up with the Pelzer family! We drove to a town called Nelspruit to stay at their grandmother’s house. At dinner, we were joking about how much my husband and I dislike bugs and critters. Later that evening when their grandma showed us to our bedroom, I noticed something crawl behind the picture above the bed. I mentioned what I had seen, so she went over to take a peak. “Oh, it’s probably just a gecko, they love to hide behind pictures,” she said. Then as she looked behind the picture, she added, “hmm that’s quite a large one.”

As she pulled away the frame and revealed the baby dinosaur clinging to the wall, I yelped and immediately went to the other room to tell everyone what we found. They all started laughing and making fun of me for being scared of a little gecko…until they went into the room and saw the supposedly “little gecko!” Thankfully their cousin safely removed it and freed it outside. I’m also happy to report that the lizard incident was the only indoor critter sighting we experienced on our trip!

The next morning we left bright and early to start our 4-day safari adventure in Kruger National Park. Below is a list of just some of the animals we saw throughout the massive park.

We spent four days and three nights in the park and stayed in a little hut-like cabin (which thankfully included air conditioning). Electric fences surround the camps, and the park has a curfew at 6:30 pm, so everyone is required to be in the gates by then, or you get fined. We did a night drive guided tour one evening, which was amazing! They took us on a jeep for 2 hours where we saw SO many adult lions and cubs!

One of my favorite things about the safari park was all of the elephants. They’re so massive and were so close to our car! We got charged by an elephant at one point, but thankfully it gave up as soon as we started to drive away. Seeing them bathing at the watering hole was one of my favorite moments of the trip—especially the babies!!

Below is a picture of blue monkeys at one of the picnic areas of the park. They may look cute, but they are notorious for being very naughty (there is a sign there for a reason). The family we were with even has a problem with blue monkeys coming into their house and stealing their food since they leave their windows open.

On the third day of the safari, we left the park to visit Moholoholo (yes that’s how you spell it) Wildlife Rehabilitation Center.

As we were petting the cheetah, she suddenly stood up, which made us jump back since we were so startled! Petting a cheetah isn’t exactly the least nerve-racking activity, so it was hard not to be a little jumpy! Then she started to lick the trainer…it was amazing!

The pictures below are of two lions who seriously reminded me of Simba and Nala; they were so fun to watch! The last image is of a honey badger named Stoffel who is famous for being an escape artist. If you Google “Stoffel”, you’ll find videos of him and his devious girlfriend opening gates and breaking through barricades.

Yes, that is a picture just after a vulture slapped me across the face (you may have seen my video of it happening on my Instagram). The vulture standing on the branch behind me was the one who was supposed to jump on my arm to eat the meat. Instead the vulture in front of me decided it was his turn (again), therefore smacking my eye with his wing. I’m also happy to report that I have yet to contract some rare form of vulture-carrying disease from this incident!

The picture above shows the type of grill they use to braai—South Africa’s version of a BBQ. The process and the spices are very different from what we use in America, but it’s delicious!! Below is a picture of lamb braai that the family cooked one night in the safari park.

We also found baboons running around the braai one night looking for food!

After four days in Kruger National Park, we started the drive to a tiny town called St. Lucia. On the way, we stopped at several incredibly beautiful spots—as if we hadn’t already seen enough amazing views on our trip! (Also, sorry for my overuse of the words ‘beautiful, amazing, incredible, etc.’—but seriously how else can I describe this magical place?!)

The town of St. Lucia is known for their hippo population, so we took a boat tour to see all of the hippo families. During the tour, the guide explained that one hippo family, in particular, leaves the water every night and strolls around the town eating grass. He advised us to not walk around the town at night since hippos are very dangerous (they kill more humans than any other animal).

After dinner that night, we drove around in search of hippos roaming the town. Honestly, after hearing the story on the boat earlier, I assumed that we probably wouldn’t find any hippos and thought maybe the guide was just exaggerating for effect. But seriously, hippos wander around the town at night eating people’s grass!!!

Picture a nice suburban neighborhood and pulling up to your house to find a gigantic hippo standing in front of your driveway eating your lawn…it’s not like you can just get out of your car and go inside! We were so close to the hippos, it was terrifying, especially when one of them suddenly made a very threatening snorting noise at us. The whole experience was crazy and probably one of the most memorable and ridiculous things we’ve ever done!

The next day we left St. Lucia to finish the drive to Durban (the city where the Pelzer family lives). On our way, we made another stop to a beautiful beach where they had a massive man-made tide pool next to the ocean. It was so cool!! And great for swimming!

Here is the world’s largest bag of fruit loops (or at least the largest bag of fruit loops I’ve ever seen). Seriously, if I could have fit them into my backpack, I would have and would currently be snacking on them as I’m writing this post.

The Pelzers own a couple of stores called Bargain Basket, so we visited their two main shops. Both were HUGE! It was so fun getting to be in a store after hours where we had the whole place to ourselves. (They’re also the sellers of the gigantic fruit loops!)

One of the last days of our trip, they took us to their lake house. During the drive there they kept telling us about this massive swing that people do in a gorge. My husband was, of course, eager to try it, so they promised us we’d stop there on the way back from the lake.

As we drove up to the gorge, we realized that the supposed “swing” was essentially bungee jumping off a cliff with a waterfall. At first, we thought, OK, that doesn’t seem that bad…until we saw someone jump and noticed just how far you fall. We all promptly chickened out. It was still fun getting to see other people do it though (while we all safely watched from afar).

During our time with the Pelzers, my husband and I kept looking for a Christmas ornament with the words ‘South Africa’ on it. We don’t purchase souvenirs on our trips (since we have no room in our bags and want to save money). The only item we’ll buy is a Christmas ornament—but we typically try to buy wooden ones since they’re less likely to break in our backpacks.

By the end of our trip we still couldn’t find any ornaments that represented South Africa, so we gave up our search. Then, while having lunch in the coffee shop inside one of the family’s stores, Christine came up and handed us the absolute BEST ornament we’ve found so far. She had reached out to a friend and asked her to make us a special ornament. We were both in awe! Not only is it perfect for our Christmas tree, but it’s one of a kind and handmade just for us!

Our trip to the UAE and South Africa will probably be the most memorable trip of our travel year, and we couldn’t have done it without this special family featured above. Not only did they open their home and hearts to us, but they so thoughtfully planned our entire two weeks in South Africa. They are by far some of the most loving and generous people we know, and it was an honor to spend that time with them. God certainly knew what he was doing when he used Andrea’s and my condition to bring us into each other’s lives, and we are forever grateful for our South African family.

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Abu Dhabi & Dubai

After spending the past few months traveling around the U.S., visiting family and friends, my husband and I finally went on the first big trip of our adventure! We spent one week in the United Arab Emirates and two weeks in South Africa [find out here why we chose this as our first trip abroad.] I’m breaking the post into two because that would be way too many pictures!

Since flying to South Africa required a layover in Dubai, we decided to spend a week there. Aside from the typical draws to visiting the area (i.e., incredible architecture, malls and beaches) they also have an abundance of theme parks! My husband is a major theme park fan, so we decided to add a week to our trip.

And let me just say, we were not disappointed!

I took this picture on the bus ride from the Dubai airport to Abu Dhabi. I mean I knew that Dubai had the world’s tallest building, but the Burj Khalifa is seriously SO much taller than I expected! It gives a whole new meaning to the term ‘skyscraper!’

[Little tip: If you fly Emirates to Dubai, they offer a free shuttle the day of your flight from Dubai to Abu Dhabi.]

I left the majority of the planning for this part of our trip to my husband since he wanted to go to the theme parks, which meant we spent our first day at Yas Waterworld and Ferrari World! What better way to fight jet lag than going to two parks in one day, right?!

Our first stop was the water park. Before leaving for our trip, I researched culturally appropriate clothing, especially swimwear. I made sure that it was okay to wear a two-piece bathing suit to water parks, pools and beaches. EVERY site I checked assured me that it was acceptable to wear bikinis. I usually wear a high neck bathing suit top to cover up my port scar [an implanted device for infusions], so I figured I was wearing a relatively conservative bathing suit.

Until we walked outside. And I was the only person wearing a bikini.

In the entire water park.

I was so embarrassed! I made my husband rent a towel so I could walk around the park wrapped in it! I should add though—when I say I was the only one there wearing a bikini, I mean the only one out of like 30 people. The park was completely empty! Which was a bummer for me in my bikini wearing struggles, but great for my husband who got to ride every ride as many times as his heart desired!! Thankfully, after a couple of hours the crowds picked up, and I was no longer the only one in a two-piece!

After lunch, we headed to Ferrari World. The best part about the park is it’s indoors! Since temps can reach up to 120 degrees in Abu Dhabi in the summer, AC is a must and waiting in line for a ride outside would be awful! Fun fact about the water parks in Dubai and Abu Dhabi: they have to chill the water because it gets so hot! Thankfully since we were there in the winter, the weather was much milder. I even wore a sweater most days!

Yes, we rode the world’s fastest roller coaster. And yes, I almost peed my pants.

Formula Rossa goes 150 mph—you have to wear goggles while on the ride to protect your eyes! My husband claims it’s just to make the ride seem more intense and that you don’t really need to wear eye gear…I suspect he was lying just to convince me to go on it with him.

Another cool thing we noticed on most of the rides is that they offer special head coverings for both men and women. Since things like abayas and burqas are loose and would fly off during the ride, instead of making people take them off and break their religious practices, they just give them something to wear on top of them.

Don’t be fooled…this picture may make Formula Rossa look nice and easy, but trust me…you don’t breathe the entire ride, and it rattles like crazy! But of course, my husband LOVED it!

The next day, we headed to the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque. It was beyond beautiful! The word ‘grand’ is an understatement when it comes to describing it! We were in awe of the entire place. It was easily my favorite part of our week in the UAE!

We started the next morning bright and early at Dubai Parks and Resorts. A stop at Starbucks was a must, but I mistakenly ordered a ‘tall’ flat white and received the world’s tiniest coffee cup! [It also came in an old Christmas cup, but I definitely didn’t mind!]

Dubai Parks and Resorts consists of three parks: Motiongate, Bollywood and Legoland. Thanks to my husband’s wonderful friend, we had free tickets to all three parks!

Bollywood: the most beautiful theme park EVER! Everything was so colorful and so well done! We weren’t big fans of any of the rides, but some of that was because they were all based on movies we’d never seen.

We loved Motiongate and Bollywood, but both parks were surprisingly empty! Which again, was great since we didn’t have to wait in long lines, but also sad since they built such nice parks and hardly have any visitors.

After finishing at the other parks, we decided to quickly check out Legoland since they built a scene of Dubai out of legos.

Now for the malls: they are nothing short of amazing! We went to both The Dubai Mall and Mall of the Emirates. It’s a good thing that Cardin and I are minimalist travelers (aka I only have a 35L backpack with no room to spare) so neither of us has any room to shop—otherwise, I don’t think I would have been able to resist so many stores!

Honestly, I’m not even sure you can consider these places malls. They’re more like an aquarium, ice skating rink, shopping, dining, and fountain show combo! You could spend an entire day just walking around The Dubai Mall without even stepping into a store.

Before leaving for our trip, everyone kept asking if we were going to go indoor skiing at Mall of the Emirates. Well, we went to see the indoor ski resort, which was completely crazy, but unfortunately, you need to have at least 4 hours to devote to it, and we didn’t have enough time before our desert safari. It’s definitely on our list for our next trip though!

We were SO excited to find a store with Cardin’s name on it!

They have a huge fountain show outside of The Dubai Mall. It’s very similar to the fountain show at the Bellagio in Las Vegas, except the fountain is directly under the Burj Khalifa—the world’s tallest building!

Keep in mind the building is even taller than it looks in these pictures since I couldn’t get the very top to fit in the frame! They also do a light show on the building, which is amazing! It alternates every half hour between doing the fountain show and the light show. And they extended the New Year’s celebration show since it was such a big hit, so we got to see that too!

On the last night of our week in the UAE, we did a desert safari. They start the afternoon by taking you out in the middle of the desert and doing something called dune bashing. It’s ridiculous and completely terrifying, but SO fun! A must if you go to Dubai! Our driver was great, but he was, of course, the one person who kept deviating from the group and driving off huge hills, which was hilarious, but so nerve racking! They end the night by taking you to a campsite where they have camel rides, dinner, and belly dancing. The camel ride was really cool, but we weren’t big fans of the dancing and other activities at the campsite since they felt so touristy.

Overall, we had an amazing time in both Abu Dhabi and Dubai!! Stay tuned for part II of our trip: South Africa! 

Making Lemonade

One of the most precious things that can come from having a chronic illness is the people it brings into your life.

 

Last January (2017) I finally decided to join the Facebook page for Neurofibromatosis Type 2 (NF2).

 

Whenever you receive a diagnosis, medical professionals, family, and friends often encourage you to find a support group or an outlet where you can relate to others.

 

But—for me, it was too much to handle after my diagnosis.

 

I was afraid to get caught up in what might happen to me and figured that I should wait.

 

Eventually, though, I decided that my need to connect with people who understood what I was going through was greater than my apprehension.

 

As I scrolled through the page, the following comment caught my attention:

 

“…we have about 4 days to take our daughter Andrea to Disney World, any recommendation on where to stay that is affordable?”

 

Upon seeing that post by Christine, a sweet mom from South Africa whose 12-year-old daughter has NF2, I immediately turned to my husband and said, “we have to do something.”

 

At the time, my husband was working as an engineer at Walt Disney World, which meant we had free tickets and connections.

 

After exchanging a few messages with Christine, she agreed to let us help make their trip a bit more magical.

 

The next day, we called our parents to let them know about our plan to host this family.

 

We explained that they were bringing their daughter to America since she was unable to receive proper treatment in South Africa and that they wanted to include Disney World as part of their trip.

 

Our family immediately jumped on board, and our plan spiraled from there.

 

Suddenly, my life had a whole new meaning: we were going to give this family the trip of a lifetime.

 

A few months later, the Pelzer family arrived.

 

Little did they know, earlier that morning my husband and a friend had snuck into their hotel room to decorate it.

 

Along with a welcome package, we wrote a card informing them of all the things their Disney vacation included.

 

Thanks to our amazing family, some incredible friends, and a lot of Disney magic, we were able to surprise them with a 4-night stay at Disney’s Art of Animation Resort, park tickets, meal-plans, and unlimited photo passes [with a few extra surprises throughout their trip]—all for FREE!

 

On the third day of their vacation, we had planned a special surprise at Magic Kingdom for Andrea.

 

With the help of some of my husband’s wonderful co-workers, we received a VIP experience throughout the park—complete with unlimited fast passes, skipping the lines to meet ALL of the Disney Princesses, free ice cream, and front row seats for the parade.

 

As we hugged them goodbye on their last day, I couldn’t help but feel like crying.

 

After spending the past few months planning this trip for a family we had never met from a country we had never been to, it was over.

 

In such a short time, they had become so dear to us.

 

We bonded over mutual health problems and our love for Disney—it’s amazing how quickly they started to feel like family. It also helped me to realize how important it is to connect with people who can genuinely share your experiences.

 

Driving away that day, my husband and I were both in awe of God’s plan. Our idea to help this family had turned into an even greater gift for us.

 

A powerful tactic for coping with an illness is using it to help someone else.

 

For me, planning that family’s Disney vacation gave my condition more purpose than I could ever have imagined.

 

It gave us a chance to connect with an incredible family facing the same struggle we are and gave us a glimpse of how much God can use my diagnosis.

 

[It’s also the reason we decided to make South Africa the first destination of our international travel!]

 

So as we begin 2018, I encourage you, whether you have a chronic illness or not, look for the opportunities where you can use whatever pain, struggle, or hardships you’ve experienced as a chance to bless someone else.

 

You never know what might happen when you turn the bitter parts of your life into metaphorical lemonade.

 

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The Life You Almost Lived

Grenades. Lots of them. For the rest of your life.

 

This was how a doctor explained my diagnosis to me shortly after moving to Florida.

 

He said that from now on it would be as if little grenades are going off in my body and once one problem is taken care of, another fire will pop up.

 

Sitting there in tears, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of what he was saying.

 

I didn’t want to believe him. Every part of me wanted [wants] him to be wrong.

 

A week before Christmas last year, we found out that my treatment was working and that my tumor on the right side of my brain (my good ear) was shrinking.

 

I was elated! I thought, “This is it—I’m going to be healed!

 

I’m a firm believer in miracles and hoped that maybe this meant I might be getting one.

 

Two weeks ago I had another MRI (once again, the week before Christmas.)

 

After being off of treatment for 6-months, my doctor’s are concerned that my tumors may start to grow again.

 

The initial report claimed that my tumors are stable, but upon further inspection, my doctor feels that the tumors may have grown slightly since my MRI 3-months ago.

 

Thankfully, technology allows doctors to perform further analysis on MRI’s, so they can more accurately detect tumor growth, but the tests take time.

 

So now we wait.

 

If you read my post “The Art of Becoming Deaf,” then you’re familiar with the doubts I’ve had about traveling this next year.

 

Emotionally, it’s not easy to take a leap like the one we’ve made, but dealing with my health condition on top of it has been a whirlwind.

 

I’ve been battling with my fears of what might happen this year, and I’m terrified that my tumors might grow.

 

While waiting for the final results of my MRI, I can’t help but feel like the doctor’s grenade analogy is unfortunately accurate.

 

Whether I get good results this time or not, results are only good until the next test.

 

Then you start all over again.

 

And wait for the next grenade to go off.

 

Before my diagnosis, ringing in the New Year was always filled with pure hope and excitement.

 

My dreams weren’t tainted by the threat of health problems.

 

It’s hard not to picture this next year [as incredible as traveling the world will be] without thinking about the possible challenges I may face.

 

Even though I pride myself on my positive outlook on life, I still struggle with feeling helpless.

 

One of the most important lessons I’ve learned this last year is: You need to grieve.

 

So, I’m grieving the loss of the life I almost lived.

 

A life filled with predictability and normalcy. A stable life that followed the path I planned. And a life where I was healthy.

 

But, also a life that in the words of my husband “would probably have been boring anyway.”

 

My life may not look the way I originally wanted it to, but in many ways, it is so much bigger and better than I could have imagined.

 

The reality is life can be hard. For everyone.

 

And some years may be better than others. We all need to grieve something at some point, but it’s also important to practice finding joy and acceptance.

 

For me, I’m finding joy in my marriage and the incredible adventure God has given us this year. I’m learning to accept the changes that have already occurred in my life and will continue to happen.

 

But most importantly, I’m learning to accept the new me [grenades and all.]

 

[Side note]: I HIGHLY recommend listening to the song “Try” by Mandy Harvey. She’s a singer who competed on America’s Got Talent this year after losing her hearing when she was 18 years old. I recently read her wonderful book “Sensing the Rhythm: Finding My Voice in a World Without Sound.” I’m so encouraged by her story and think you will be too!

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The Art of Becoming Deaf

A fear of flying: not something I ever thought I’d develop.

 

I’ve flown at least twice a year since birth. A diet of pretzels, peanuts, and complementary ginger ale are some of my favorite snacks. And a few free hours to read or watch a movie are something I rarely pass up.

 

This past May my husband was out of the country working for 3-weeks. While he was gone, I took a trip to Mississippi for my best friend’s baby shower.

 

Since a direct flight from Orlando to Gulfport is a rare find, I ended up on a tiny express jet for the second leg of my journey. After a relatively uneventful flight and a slightly bumpy landing, I made it.

 

While talking in the car the next night, I noticed my voice started sounding far away and a little fuzzy.

 

Soon I started hearing a robotic echo as my friend spoke. The ringing in my ears amplified and my panic grew.

 

One of the most frustrating parts of having brain tumors is you feel like everything is in your head (literally). You question your symptoms and think, “is that really happening?” “Or am I just going crazy?”

 

My consensus—it’s a little of both.

 

Over the next hour, it became clear that I was in fact not losing my mind. My hearing in my good ear was declining. Fast.

 

While on the phone with my husband, we sobbed in disbelief. Could this really be the last time I’ll ever hear his voice?

 

All I could say was, “I’m not ready yet. I’m not ready yet. It’s too soon.”

 

The next morning my hearing was worse. I could still hear on the phone despite voices sounding distorted, so I called my friend (who also happens to be part of my medical team). She called my neuro-oncologist, and he instructed me to start taking a high dose of steroids.

 

A few hours later, I received a call from my NF doctor. He concluded that even though it’s not common, it’s possible that my flight the previous day caused my sudden drop in hearing.

 

A few weeks after finishing the course of steroids, I had a hearing test and MRI. Both were stable—which provided further evidence for the plane causing my problem, not tumor growth.

 

Now, 8-months later, I found myself once again on a tiny airplane to visit that very same friend (except this time to meet her baby)!

 

The fear of altitude-induced hearing loss combined with a lingering sinus infection: not my idea of a good time. No amount of airplane peanuts and free soda could calm my nerves.

 

Unlike my experience in May though, my prep for flying comes with a few more steps.

 

A few hours before each flight, per my doctor’s request, I take a small dose of steroids and Sudafed.

 

Usually, this is enough to prevent any problems, but given my recent congestion and the size of the airplane, I opted to wear special pressurizing earplugs and sucked on life savers during take off and landing to help my ears pop.

 

At this point, I’m beginning to feel like I’ve mastered the art of hearing preservation.

 

The past few weeks, my hearing has been particularly challenging. Allergies have gotten the best of me, and after two ear infections and two sinus infections, the threat of hearing loss has been somewhat all-consuming.

 

I must admit it’s been hard not to think, “What the heck was I thinking deciding to spend the next year traveling…and flying…all the time!”

 

To pacify my fears, I’m doing everything I can to preserve my hearing.

 

BUT, I’m not letting it stop me from living my life.

 

Fear is often paralyzing—at times all I can think about is my fear of becoming deaf. The terrible thought of losing such a precious sense: the ability to hear my husband say, “I love you.”

 

You never realize how much something means to you until life suddenly threatens to take it away.

 

Unfortunately, I don’t think that fear will ever entirely go away (no matter how many hearing loss free flights I experience,) but how I handle my fear certainly has changed.

 

I used to focus on avoidance, as I’m sure most of you do too, but since that’s no longer an option for me, I focus on trust.

 

The reality is it’s possible that I might lose my hearing over this next year. And as terrified of that as I am, I’m more afraid of letting my fear become my legacy.

 

If you read my other posts, then you already know that God has done some pretty big things in my life. Through each incident, he’s given me every reason to believe that He is taking care of me.

 

God often allows us to sit in places where we’re uncomfortable. In those moments, it’s easy to be angry with God and to feel like He’s abandoned us. As painful as those times are, that’s also when we can learn to really trust Him.

 

I often find myself thinking, “How am I going to handle this or that?” I get stuck thinking about how I’ll survive my potentially challenging future.

 

When I get caught up in those thoughts, I have to remind myself that God only gives us enough grace to handle today.

 

The reason the future feels so scary is that God hasn’t given us the means to deal with it yet.

 

I know that a significant theme in my life this next year is facing my fears. God might be prepping me to be able to handle much scarier things in my life—particularly regarding my health. But, I also know that there are worse things in life and that I’m going to be okay.

 

So here I am, learning to be brave.

 

And trying to find the balance between enjoying every bit of hearing I have left, but not holding too tightly to my need to hear to enjoy life.

 

Whether you’re afraid of flying, afraid to be single, afraid of feeling inadequate or afraid of spiders, we all experience fear but, we don’t have to let our fears take away from our experiences.

 

What fears have you had to face lately? Feel free to email me, or comment below!

 

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Travel Lesson No. 1: Missing Your Flight

The first day of our adventure: October 5, 2017.

 

After spending 20 minutes trying to close my tiny backpack while my husband sat on top of it (minimalist traveling is tough), we were ready to head to the airport. Breezing through security with 2 hours to spare—a rarity at the Orlando airport, we decided to check out the lounge.

 

We recently opened a new credit card that grants us access to airport lounges around the world. Unfortunately, this particular lounge is located in another terminal. After a quick debate, we decided we had enough time. Plus, we’re not ones to pass up free food!

 

As we walked into the lounge, we received an alert saying that our flight was delayed an hour. “Great,” we thought—“good thing we decided to make the trek over here!” Now we have plenty of time.

 

About 30 minutes before our new flight time, we decided to grab some snacks to go, fill up our water bottles, and head to the gate.

 

Once exiting the terminal, a TSA agent stopped us and said, “this area is blocked. You will need to go back through security to get to the next terminal.”

 

With only 25 minutes before our flight was scheduled to leave, we bolted through the crowd praying we would make it in time. If you’ve ever visited “the happiest place on earth,” then you’re probably familiar with the Orlando airport’s usual pandemonium.

 

45 MINUTES TO GET THROUGH SECURITY—read the flashing sign above our heads.

 

We didn’t move for 23 minutes. The crowds were so bad that they shut down the entrance so that they could get more people moving, which meant that we had to wait outside of security until it progressed.

 

By that point I had already found the next flight heading to Washington DC and accepted that we were going to miss our original plane. My optimistic husband, on the other hand, held tight to his hope that we would still make it.

 

Standing next to the conveyor belt waiting for our bags to come out, we heard a TSA agent question “whose bags are these?”

 

Confused, we raised our hands and claimed our bags. (Hadn’t we already gone through security once today with no problem?)

 

As he approached us, he said: “don’t you know you’re not allowed to bring water in?”

 

Oh. No.

 

We were in such a rush to make it through security we had completely forgotten that we filled our water bottles in the lounge.

 

“You’re going to need to go back through security and empty your water.”

 

Before we even had a chance to beg him to let us go through, he handed our bags to the next TSA agent who promptly began inspecting them.

 

Thankfully, the new agent took pity on our predicament and gave us a choice to either exit security, empty our bottles, and go back through OR we could relinquish our bottles and avoid the 3rd trip through security.

 

Bye-bye brand new water bottles.

 

Running through the airport, wearing ankle boots and a small, but surprisingly heavy backpack is no easy task—but I’m proud to announce that I didn’t trip! Despite my lack of clumsiness, we watched our plane slowly pull away as we approached the gate.

 

We didn’t make it.

 

How was it possible that after getting to the airport so early, we still managed to miss the first flight of our new adventure?

 

Ashamed of our situation, we walked over to the gate agent and admitted that we needed to be on the next flight. Rather than condemning us or questing why we hadn’t made it on time, she just said: “ok, no problem.”

 

Within 2 minutes we were holding our tickets for our new flight—free of charge.

 

Filled with gratitude towards the merciful attendant, we sat down, looked at each other and broke out in laughter. The perfect situation to point blame, but instead…we laughed. Because really at that point, how would arguing help?

 

The important part: we didn’t lose any money, and we were on the next flight. The only thing lost was a bit of our pride and a few extra hours exploring DC with our friend.

 

It’s easy to lose perspective in situations like missing a flight. Frustration gets the best of us, and we have to take it out on the person closest to us (or at least we think we do).

 

But what if we take another approach? What if we choose to use unfortunate mishaps as moments where we practice grace instead of criticism?

 

We both accept blame for the unfortunate series of events that led to us missing our flight. Granted certain things occurred that were out of our control, but we each played a part in delaying our arrival at the gate. And we’ll both admit it.

 

So instead of arguing, we designated our first mishap as a lesson in “what to do if you miss your flight.” We recognized that our delayed trip is probably the first of many problems that will occur on our adventures abroad, so we might as well accept our need for flexibility. Plus, we figured what better way to start our new life than with a story, right?

 

(And don’t worry we have TSA pre-check now.)

 

This is us after we finally landed in Washington DC (4 hours late)!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Airport Encounters

Holidays and airports. Two words that are often followed by inescapable dread. Lines are long, flights get delayed, luggage gets lost, and people are at their crankiest.

 

It was the day before Thanksgiving: one of the worst travel days of the year. As I sat in the College Station airport four-years ago, waiting to board a shuttle to Houston’s Hobby airport, a sweet woman approached me.

 

“Excuse me, are you waiting for the shuttle to Houston?”

 

I responded with “yes” and scooted over to make room for her to sit down.

 

As we chatted about our holiday travel plans, we realized that both of our flights weren’t until that evening. We were stuck with early shuttle spots since the later times had filled up, which meant we had about 4 hours to kill once we arrived in Houston—not exactly ideal, especially if you’ve ever been to Hobby airport.

 

Once we arrived at the airport and survived security, we checked our gates and realized that they were located right next to each other.

 

And BOTH of our flights were delayed the same amount of time.

 

Accepting our extended stay at the airport, we decided to grab dinner together—that is if you consider chocolate milkshakes and fries dinner.

 

During our meal, we continued to share a little bit of our lives with one another. She told stories of her precious family and the battles they were facing. We bonded over mutual struggles, fears, and French fries.

 

We quickly realized that despite our 40-year age gap, our stories—both the good and the bad—were the same. The main difference: timing.

 

My family experienced similar trauma years before, and her family was currently in the thick of it.

 

Before meeting this sweet woman, I had never met anyone else who experienced the same situation my family faced. For the first time, I felt like someone understood what we went through.

 

We both sat there, amazed. Two total strangers. A grandma with a generous heart and a young girl preparing to graduate from college; two opposite spectrums of life, but so perfectly meant to meet.

 

Thanks to an early shuttle and a delayed flight: An unexpected friendship formed.

 

Shortly before we boarded our flights, she said, “Yesterday, my daughter-in-law prayed that I would meet someone special on this trip.”

 

I smiled and said, “God certainly has a way of answering prayers.”

 

Over the last four years, this woman has remained a steady influence in my life. From graduation to my wedding, she was there for all of it. She was one of the first people I told about my diagnosis, and she continues to be one of the top recipients of my prayer requests.

 

My sweet friend and her family have become an incredible source of encouragement and love for my husband and me.

 

Heading back to Florida after a quick trip to Texas a few days ago, I found myself once again sitting in the Houston Hobby airport—thankfully with a much shorter layover this time. I was reminded of our extraordinary meeting and how grateful I am that God so perfectly placed us into each other’s lives.

 

So, in honor of our 4-year “friendiversary,” I thought I would share our story as a reminder of how God uses frustrating moments as opportunities for blessings.

 

As we enter this holiday season, I encourage you to move beyond just gratitude for the good things in life. Instead, be thankful for flight delays, extra moments in line and opportunities to smile at a stranger in an airport.

 

After all, you never know who you’re supposed to meet.

 

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A New Season

Accepting that something (or someone) is only in your life for a season can be one of the greatest challenges we face. Whether it’s a break-up, the loss of a loved one or even moving to a different state—letting go is never easy.

 

If you read my post “An Unexpected Interview,” then you already know about my job this last year. And if you read the “About Me,” section then you know that I recently quit that same job.

 

You may be asking yourself, how could she possibly quit a job that was so conveniently placed in her life? Especially after she experienced so much doubt about finding a job?

 

Trust me; you’re not alone.

 

I was asking myself the same questions.

 

It was no secret when I started working that my real passion was to become a therapist. And thankfully I had a fair amount of counseling opportunities, but the bulk of the job focused on home health and case management.

 

I knew that eventually, I was going to have to let it go.

 

But how could I let it go? That job brought me such confidence and security (both financially and emotionally). It helped me to realize my strengths and gave me a purpose during times when I felt I had none.

 

It even helped my husband—knowing that if something did happen to me while I was receiving treatment, I was always around my doctors.

 

But initially, that job was not my safety net. In fact, working there was terrifying. It was my first job, and I knew nothing about oncology (other than what I was quickly learning about my health).

 

I feared that my coworkers would immediately realize that hiring me was a mistake. And I wasn’t exactly thrilled to be surrounded by patients battling brain cancer when I was dealing with my brain tumors.

 

Over time though, it became my home, which made leaving that much harder.

 

A few months ago, my husband and I were suddenly surrounded by heartbreak. Within 2-weeks, five people in our lives experienced tragic deaths—from a plane crash to being hit by a train, we were at a loss.

 

Could life be this fragile?

 

And if it is, are we doing everything we can to live it to the fullest?

  

We had already been toying with the idea of taking some time off to travel while I’m still healthy. But until those 2-weeks, we hadn’t taken it seriously. We knew that it would be nice to see the world, but assumed that it could never work.

 

While in Texas for a funeral, we decided to do the only thing we could…pray. We asked God that if he wanted us to take this leap, we needed Him to figure it out.

 

So, He did.

 

It started small, like receiving a guidebook to Portland along with travel accessories from my mother-in-law during our Texas trip.

 

Next concern on the list: our dog.

 

As we thanked our sweet friend for watching Rory while we were gone, she followed up our gratitude with the offer to watch Rory “as often as we need, as long as we want, and for free.” (Little did she know we were going to take her suggestion so literally!)

  

Keep in mind, neither of these women knew about our travel plans. So, travel gear and a free dog sitter may sound small, but the timing of their occurrence was undeniable.

 

Followed by figuring out our finances and insurance, it seemed like it might be possible for us to take the plunge. When my doctors decided to stop my treatment, we couldn’t ignore it any longer.

 

It was time.

 

Next was the hard part: breaking the news to our family, friends, and co-workers.

 

We knew that some would be supportive, but assumed that most would think we’re crazy (which apparently we are a little bit). We chose our audience strategically and informed the easy ones first. As we made our way down the list, it was finally time to quit our jobs.

 

Sharing our plan with our loved ones was scary, but telling our employers meant we hit the point of no return.

 

Once we quit, we couldn’t take it back.

 

If you know me at all, you’ve probably figured out that I’m a bit of a people pleaser. Disappointing people is one of my greatest fears, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was letting everyone down. After all, they so graciously hired me, how could I leave?

 

Faced with a lesson in letting go, (not only of my fears but also my safety net) I did it. I quit my job.

 

Despite the love and support I received, I couldn’t help it, I was sad.

 

That job meant so much to me and brought me so much joy. Letting it go was far from easy. Aside from the apparent comforts working offers, quitting also meant that I was suddenly right back where I started—living a life of complete uncertainty.

 

My unpredictable health condition was not my choice, but leaving work and traveling was something we decided to do. I had no one to blame but myself.

 

It’s easier to let go of the bad things. We have no problem throwing away our ripped t-shirt or saying goodbye to the class we hated in college. It’s leaving the good things that feel unnatural to forego that challenge us.

 

How do we know we’re making the right decision?

 

We don’t. And we won’t—until we do it.

 

Sometimes all we can do is hold onto our faith and hope that we’re making the right call. Eventually, we adjust to the new season of our life and the results of our choice.

 

We realize that we’re right where we belong.

 

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