Barcelona: Our Great Catalunya Experience

the highway we drove from Andorra to Barcelona with scenic mountain backdraft.

Our drive to Barcelona.  Unlike the drive to Andorra that was somehow adventurous yet terrifying, our drive to Barcelona is calmer. Yes, we have switchbacks too, and sometimes we don’t know if we are ascending or descending, but I knew for a fact that we were going down since I felt that gravitational pull from the way the car was moving. The road to Barcelona from Andorra was scenic- filled with mountains, pasturelands and small villages. Driving the highway we saw what resembled to be the Italian dolomites. We stopped briefly at a rest area and took some photo and just enjoyed the beauty of the countryside. Then off again. 3 hours later, we met the hustle and bustle of the city of Barcelona.

Truly a Five Star. We arrived at the Cotton House Hotel and attempted to check in right then but our room was not ready so we decided to just leave our luggages and explored the city. We didn’t go far, then we went back and tried checking in again.  By this time, we had our room ready. Man oh man… Bob really knows how to splurge to get the best room! Booked at a 5-star autograph collection series, our hotel was at the heart of Barcelona; central to all the “must sees” we tried to see- all within the walking distance. The reception… the bar… and the hotel room and its amenities, just fabulous! We were very pleased.

Top: The interior of our hotel room;

Bottom: L-R Our sumptuous paella #3 and #4 at Restaurante 7 Portes; and the vibrant Plaza Palau

When done unpacking and refreshing, we hit the town again. First stop- Barcelona Cathedral.  Located at the gothic quarter of Barcelona, this church is built between the 13th to 15th century.  Among the churches we saw this trip, this I would say is the grandest in terms of religious artifacts. I would say, similar to the Cathedral we saw in Santiago, Chile.  They are old and intricate, and overly satisfying visually. The climb to the rooftop was an added bonus. We got the view of the city, and the different architectures-old and new- that were thriving to this vibrant place.

When we finished exploring the catherdral, we continued to walk outside the city discovering paseos/alleys. They are quite similar to the old city of Montpellier; though different in architectural aesthetics, they resembled some similarities. I was enjoying it. Then we headed towards the marina in search of the Restaurante 7 Portes. When we were at the hotel upon check in, we asked the concierge and they recommended a few best places to eat paella and we chose this one. This did not disappoint- we savored a nice vegetarian (for Bob) and Black Paella (for me) with cold Catalonian white wine. That was quite a dinner from a topnotch place on a busy night. We were lucky to get a table with no reservation.😉

Left: The facade of the Barcelona Cathedral from a nearby street;

Top R: La Monumental Bull Arena

Bottom R: Casa Mila, a Gaudi masterpiece;

After we had a filling meal, we continued walking through the alleys looking for the Cathedral by the Sea. Bob and I are avid Netflix viewers, and one of the series we’ve seen was “La Catedral Del Mar” which was set in Barcelona and a real, non-fictional church. Its story was heartbreaking yet hopeful. We made sure that, at least we see this church whenever we get to Barcelona; we almost didn’t as it was almost 5PM by the time we got in, and the staff started to turn off lights, barricading the altar, and telling people in Catalan that they were closing the premise. It was brief, but glad we were able to see its inside.

Then we walked again through the paseos until we tumbled into Plaza Palau where lively music from the restaurant in all four corners were playing. Like the Grand Place in Brussels, there were tables and chairs around the central square set up for people who would like to dine. We attempted multiple times to get a seat and enjoy a drink or two of Spanish cervezas hoping to enjoy people watching but were denied. Dinner only they said🤣. So we settled a nice drink in the hotel bar instead. Then we called it a night and went back to our room.

Left: The facade of the La Cathedral Del Mar;

Top R: another Gaudi’s design- Casa Batlló.

Bottom R: The Spanish Arc d’ Triomphe in Barcelona

We must have slept so good. When we woke up, it was past nine.  We got ready and we headed to the nearby La Monumental Bull Arena. I have only seen bull fights on screens, Bob had seen a real one with Bernard in Neems back in the 90s. There was so much to take in as we walk into the empty arena. Sitting on one of the seats, I can’t help but wonder how it was inside in its hey day with obviously loud crowds and the toros/bulls fighting. We walked through the entirety of the arena. We saw the areas where matadors sought safety during the fights, the premium seats for the elites, and the seats for common people who still would watch the show. Then we walk behind the main arena and also saw the place where the bulls were kept, fed and bred. As for matadors, the small kitchenette, their locker rooms, and a small chapel- perhaps to say their last prayers?

The last bullfight in this ring was seen in 2011. After a local law passed banning all bullfights in Catalonia including Barcelona. This place is kept to preserve and for visitors to see the once prominent game of bullfighting as part of the Catalan’s rich culture.

When we finished wandering the arena, we headed to nearby Carrer de Sardenya, the street closer to Sagrada Familia. We took the opportunity to eat some food since we didn’t have breakfast. Our tour of the basilica was slotted not until the next couple of hours.  I had some Cold Mussels and Bob had Strawberry Shortcake and Apple Pie. This place maybe a hole on the wall, but I kid you not, the food was as good as we had last night.

Top L-R: The main entrance of SAgrda Familia; The altar and the massive pillars/columns;

Bottom L-R: the ceiling/canopy of the basilica; Bob and I trying to be corky while heading down the spiral staircase;

The Basilica of Sagrada Familia.  And then it’s time for the most awaited tour.   Before we entered the basilica, Bob and I went around the entire premise- the front, the sides, and the back to get a full scale of how big the church was. It occupies an entire block to simply describe it. One thing that I noticed by doing that was there were so much religious artifacts found outside. From the walls to the ceilings and steeples. Sculptures of the saints, the nativity, angels and gargoyles- some old and some new; it’s like a charcuterie of all things religious.

For those who don’t know, Sagrada Familia is known for being the largest basilica in the world that up to date, is under construction- continuously being built since the 1800s. Evidently, you can see it from almost every corner of the city. While we were walking and while we were at the roof of the Cathedral of Barcelona, its pompous appearance is visible everywhere.

When we got inside, It was massive. The ceiling was so high- but I immediately noticed that the basilica has minimal design. Couple of things I learned from the audio I was listening to: 1. the large display of artifacts outside was intentional- so people are enticed to go inside and pray and could focus on with less visual distractions 2. Gaudi (the architect that designed this basilica) intended to have the place of worship resembles the forest. The tall massive pillars of the church are similar to the mightiest trees we see in the deepest part of the woods. They branched out and form canopies through the ceiling- like the trees that protect you from the elements. You will notice this when you’re immersed inside. It was a unique and interesting vision. But personally, not what I expected of how it would be.

Our tour continued to one of the towers. The elevator lead us to a spiral stairs of one of the steeples; there were multiple stops that allowed us to see the city. Looking outside of the basilica gave us a different perspective of the city as compared to when we were at the rooftop of the cathedral.. In one of the platforms we stopped, we saw from the horizon there was a storm looming not far from us. Dark grey clouds that blanketed the city’s buildings. Of course my camera was ready😂!  Quite a scenery to experience.

It started raining by the time we were heading down. As it poured, we continued our tour inside- witnessing some 3D presentations and future rehabilitations and projects for the church. With no end in sight, Bob and I decided to walk and braved the rain with a brief stop to the souvenir shop to buy an umbrella for Bob (I have one)- the rain will not ruin our trip. We  headed to two of the famous houses that Gauldi also designed.- The Casa Mila and Casa Batlló. From the outside we noticed how crowded it was for both the houses (which were a block apart)- so we didn’t bother going in- besides, we didn’t have advanced reservations. 😂

Top: The Seafood Paella; Myself sautéing the ingredients;

Bottom L-R: Beet and Watermelon Gazpacho; Bob mixing the ingredients with the help of the lady from South Dakota;

It was too early for dinner but too late for a big lunch so we decided to have another tapas. We had some Fish Fritto and Calamari partnered with red and white sangria. Light meal after the crazy long walk from the rain. After that we went back to our hotel and recharged since the rain seemed to be not stopping. Around 8PM we decided to eat at a nearby La Panella Restaurant- another one of the medium upscale place. I ordered for my Tomato and Mozzarella Cheese Salad along with Steak while Bob had Fish. Of course we savored them with a glass of local draft beer. Another excellent dinner I should say.

Making our own Spanish Paella. The following day we woke up again around 9AM. We retraced our steps close to the cathedral since our cooking class was towards that area. Yes, we signed up for a cooking lesson and we are going to learn how to cook Paella🙂. Since we got early, we explored more of the alleys. Then it was almost eleven so we decided to head back and waited until our class started.

There were about twelve people in the class from different parts of the world but predominantly from the United States. After our individual introductions, we got to work. We peeled vegetables, cut them, and on to the actual nit and grits of cooking. Actually, there were more than a paella that we made that day. This class thought us how to make Beet and Watermelon Gazpacho, Tortilla de Patatas (Potato Omellete), Paella de Marisco (Seafood Paella), and Catalan Creme. I will admit and I am biased, all were delicious and mouth-watering. It was a fun-filled five hours learning to make Spanish dishes. Truly a great experience.

Bob and Jun are our names… Food is our game 🤣.

Since we were stuffed from all the food we cooked, we decided to go to Mercat de la Boqueria to buy my saffron. This is the key ingredient in making Spanish Paella and very expensive in the US. I paid 30Euro for a small bottle. From here we took a cab to go to Park Güell. Thinking that this park needs no reservation to enter, it was late when we realized that the tickets were sold out for the day. Ho hum… no park this time😢. The only consolation we got was- the park was located uphill, and we have the view of the sea from the street we were walking. We just decided to go back to our hotel and rest for a bit. Around seven when we walked again and tumbled upon the Arc de Triomf of Barcelona. Simple, not grand like the ones in Paris or Montpellier. It has a different material too- red brick. This must be nice at night when the entire promenade is lit up.

The weather was pretty much the same as yesterday; overcast then rain and wet. While walking around, we decided to have a light dinner at Mescat- a tapas restaurant.  What supposedly light meal (since we had so much to eat on our cooking class) ended up big and heavy😂. Fish Fritto, Grilled Padrano Pepper, Eggplant, Tomato and Goat Cheese Salad, and Callos were the dishes we savoured on our last night. By the time we left the restaurant were packed and people were on the queue waiting to be seated. Since it was still  raining, we just headed back to our hotel, continued packing and ultimately watched a television show. This was our last night in Barcelona.

Epilogue:

Our flight back home was met with many challenges. It started with driving in a bicycle lane in Barcelona… Heading to the wrong terminal which took us forever to get back to the right one… Returning the car which were flagged because of the tiny chip on the windshield that we never knew of… The last leg of our flight (Miami to Orlando) being cancelled and had us ended up renting a car with ridiculous rental fee. But despite all that, Bob and I got home safely with so much gratitude that our trip went well. Nothing ventured, nothing gained Bob said. ❤️

Sagrada Familia as seen at the rooftop of the Barcelona Cathedral.

Andorra:  A Charming Principality

Facts: Andorra is a tiny, independent principality situated between France and Spain in the Pyrenees mountains.

A bird’s eyeview of the Valley of Andorra’s capital city- Andorra la Vella.

And off we go to Andorra. For four days, we had a great time with Bernard and his family. Now its our own time. We left Carcassonne, France almost 5PM and had another three hours to navigate our way to our hotel in Andorra. It was a beautiful drive at a country side. The sights of the Pyrenees Mountains were refreshing. The first fifty miles were kind of rolling hills of pasteur lands- reminded me of the highlands of Scotland and Virginia’s countryside combined. Something familiar but different.   

Main Street Andorra la Vella, the capital city of the country.

I am excited for this trip, but no expectations set as there is not so much I read about this small country. The books didn’t say anything grand except that it is one of the famous ski destinations on winter time in Europe and known for being tax haven; and the only person I knew made a trip this part of the world was my friend Grecia, who roamed this way sometime earlier this year.

It was around 730PM. The sun was hidden from the clouds that started to blanket the mighty mountains.  I remembered Bob saying, “look at the clouds.” Little that i knew, we will get a close encounter with them. our last thirty miles comprised of 180-degree switch backs driving up the mountain. At the 15-mile mark, we encountered a fork, thinking we have taken the right road, we hit a wrong turn. This time, the switch backs were becoming too sharp to turn around and for all we knew we were quickly gaining altitude in a steep incline. We are ascending. Feeling a sense of panic from Bob, I put my camera down and started talking through the road we were navigating. Bob is not a fan of heights; I have to calm him down and have him stay focus on just driving or we will both end up in the ravines we didn’t even know what they looked like🤣.  The clouds and fog were mixed, and they were thick; the driving was almost of zero visibility. When I thought we had been going down, a switchback would come and it was giving us an opposite result. Five minutes… ten minutes… the bend on the road went on and on… at fifteen minutes of driving, and I was guessing Bob was also at the peak of being tensed, then we went through a tunnel (which I thought was an old outpost for immigration boarder) that was about three minute drive. And for some reason as we exit from this- the sky was clear and the road was no longer as crazy as it was. 10 miles descend to Andorra’s capital city of Andorra la Vella.

The four churches we visited in Andorra:

Top: L-R Sant Antoni de la Grella and Sant Marti de la Cortinada;

Bottom: L-R Església de Sant Esteve and Sant Miguel d’Engolasters

We have not driven as many rotaries since our trip to Inverness in Scotland, and I could say that Andorra is also big on such. Our ten miles which usually can be driven for roughy 10 to 15 minutes, took 45 to get into our hotel. What I have observed since the time we hit the first roundabout, it wasn’t bare and boring rotaries; they were filled with different and unique art works- from local artists I assume🙂.

YOMO Centric is at the heart of the city, and driving into a busy, unfamiliar streets posted another challenge.  After two tries on how to get into the hotel parking, we finally found it and a place to park. We had a long day, and we were tired. We ended up having dinner at the hotel after we checked- our first Andorran meal was sumptuous.  After that, we called off the night.

Around Town. We only have one full day in Andorra so we made sure it was well spent.  Weather wasn’t cooperating when we woke up, it was 80% rain. After our inclusive breakfast buffet, we drove out and started our sight-seeing.

The Trip to Andorra (and Barcelona) was like a pilgrimage; we visited a handful of churches. Our first stop, at the height of a heavy rain was the Sant Marti de la Cortinada- a stone church rebuilt in the 17th century.  It wasn’t grand, but it has an interesting religious artifacts inside. As much as we wanted to explore the outside, the weather wasn’t cooperating, and we weren’t really that sure if we parked the right place so we left and off to another place.

Our trek around the trail of Lake Engolasters and our close account with Spartan challengers.

Lake Engolasters.  After we left Sant Marti, we headed southeast to Lake Engolasters. It was really raining, but Bob and I decided to proceed to at least trek around the lake even for a good two and a half mile. Along the trail we were met by Spartan challengers that dared the mud, rain and chilly weather in this event. Im sure they are used to them, they were buffs after all😂.

Once done, we retraced the road we travelled.  We had a brief stop and photographed the church of Sant Miguel d’Engolasters on its beautiful mountain back draft. The second church of the day. I walked across the church to look into the valley, and saw the panoramic view of the Andorra la Vella- this is such a beautiful bird’s eye view. Then we headed back down.

Pont de Sant Antoni de la Grella. One of the books that I bought about Andorra has a cover of this bridge, so Bob and I went to see it as well.  The bridge passes over the River Valira del Nord and brings you to the chapel of Sant Antoni de la Grella.  The bridge is medieval in construction and was remade in the mid-20th century while the chapel is built into the stone through which the Valira del Nord river passes. The chapel was restored in the 20th century. The chapel was closed; this was our third church of the day.🙂 When we left, we followed a bit of the walking trail, then back to where we parked our car.

Our one day itinerary:

Top: L-R Bob and I at Pont de Sant Antoni dela Grella Bridge; and a dessert

Bottom: Having Paella No2 at L’ Arrosseria after seeing multiple churches

Església de Sant Esteve.  About six miles north of the medieval bridge, we headed to Cathedral of Sant Esteve. The biggest among the church in Andorra we saw so far. It is Romanesque in origin, but modified in the 20th century which explains a modern touch inside; still it was nice. The location also has a mountainous backdraft and is accessible to almost everything- shop, residences, parks, and restaurants. By this time, I was getting hungry, so I asked Bob to have lunch then. While walking at the alleys nearby, we found a local restaurant, L’ Arrosseria. Among others this one was packed with diners, and I knew then what it meant- it must be good.  I ordered seafood paella and was served almost 50 minutes later- the second one from this trip- and it really didn’t disappoint; was actually worth the wait. Bob and I shared a big serving. We did some more walking then decided to head back to the hotel to recoup.

When finally rested, we walked around again and see more of the town and the shopping malls along the strip that were already closing for the day. Like the rotaries, the city is filled with so much arts, mostly of eccentric sculptures and architectural designs; and it is refreshing to see them as compare to the ads of so many ambulance-chaser lawyers in Florida.✌️ Since we still felt full and not really wanting to have another heavy meal, we decided to just sat and grabbed a dessert in a nearby restaurant.  We sat outside so we could watch people pass by.  I miss people watching.   Once our dessert plates were empty. we then headed back, the second time to our hotel and hit the sack.

When we woke up the following day, we had a repeat of our delightful buffet breakfast.  Then we walked the avenues of duty-free stores for the last time, bought some souvenirs then back to the hotel and checked out- then we took off to our next destination.  Barcelona here we come!

One of the many unique sights I will remember of Andorra.

The Northeast Adventure of the Tres Amigos

What started just  a casual conversation amongst my work friends became a serious venture a couple of months ago when Casey, one of my work homies who has never been to Boston booked her flight. I followed suit. Then Julie did the same. So two weeks ago for five days, we all flew to Beantown on two separate flights. Julie took off first as she was on an earlier and different flight. Casey and I took the same flight but different seats.

Top: Casey on the plane to Boston; the three of us the the lobby of Omni Parker

Bottom: cannoli from Mike’s Pastry; Lobster Roll from Boston Chowdah

Julie said she’s visited Boston before. I lived in Massachusetts for years and Boston is my backyard so I am no stranger to this town.  But witnessing Casey’s  excitement seeing  Boston for the first time is priceless- a genuine feeling I must say. When we landed at Logan airport, Julie already got the rental car and picked us up and the northeast adventure of the tres amigos began.

Casey’s smiles and giggles continued while in the car as we drove towards downtown. Her reactions and her fascination about my great city was infectious so Julie and I pretty much tagged along. A short drive brought us to Omni Parker House Hotel and checked in.  In retrospect, I have lived in Massachusetts for many years but never had checked in at Omni, there’s just always different choices. It did not disappoint; we have almost the top floor with the view of the city hall. While pointing out, I told both of them that this is where the mighty teams of Boston parade when they win championships; or sometimes a big celebration like Pride. A very good choice of the hotel by Casey- for its location and its historical significance as she’d keep on talking about JFK and Jackie O. had stayed here.

The adventure of the tres amigos began at the Freedom Trail.

We rested  and refreshed for a little bit and then headed out to start the first on our itinerary- to walk the Freedom Trail. We started with King’s. Chapel Burying Ground across from our hotel.  Here lays prominent people of the state of Massachusetts such the likes of John Winthrop (first governor of Massachusetts), Mary Chilton (first European woman to step ashore New England), pilgrims and revolutionary heroes. Then the Boston City Hall to Faneuil Hall and crossed to Quincy Market.  By the entrance, we had a glimpse of the street performers who was putting on a show. We were all hungry so we went inside and grabbed lunch. Sitting at the dome, the center of the market, I introduced both of them to the real New England lobstah  and Chowdah.  I think they both liked that.😊

After that mouth-watering lunch, we proceeded walking following the trail to North End. We went inside Paul Revere House, now a museum that showcases the early life of the revolutionary hero as a silversmith.  Then we walked again. Both instagram (Casey insisted) and Bob told us to get the cannoli at the famous Mike’s Pastries. So we did; we only bought one and shared amongst us by the side of the Paul Revere statue behind the North End Church. And then more walk. As we crossed over Charlestown Bridge, I pointed the TD Garden- the home of the Boston Bruins and Boston Celtics and the Zakim Bridge on the other side.

Left: The North End Church;

Top-Bottom: statue of Paul Revere with the North End church behind; the Paul Revere House; TD Garden

From afar I saw the Bunker Hill monument wrapped with scaffoldings and obviously was under repair but walked towards it. My disappointment quickly went away when we found that it remains open. When the staff asked if we want to climb the tower, I immediately said, “Yes!” Julie was hesitant to go up because she doesn’t do good with the stairs but Casey and I convinced her anyway.  After 294 steps, all three of us along with other tourists, were able to see the city of Boston from the small rectangular peepholes. I just wished it has more open space, clearer windows, sunnier day for us to appreciate the view more. The going down was more challenging to Julie than the going up. We took our time. Casey who bolted down so fast, already rested as she sat outside waiting for us.

Our last stop walking the Freedom Trail was the USS Constitution.  The last time I was here was in 2009 with Bob and my sister during her first visit to Boston. As I reminisce, I was also showing our photos to Casey back then.  While Julie decided to go to the museum, Casey and I explored the decks of this mighty vessel that weathered the War of 1812. When we’re done, we walked the Navy Yard and met with Julie at the museum shop.

We finished our tour of the Freedom Trail walk by grabbing a drink and sitting at the open space of the Anchor enjoying our trip and the view of the Boston skyline. After that, we took the ferry to the wharf and walk our way back to the hotel and rest for couple of hours.

dinner at Earl’s Rooftop Bar with my homies.

It was a damp night. It was Day 1 of our adventure and it is not over yet. I have told both my homies that we will have a nice dinner somewhere in Newbury Street- a swanky neighborhood in Boston, equivalent to 5th Ave of New York or Rodeo Drive in LA.  While walking to Newbury St and admiring town, the rain poured.  We sought shelter at Westin at Copley Square but ended walking the street again until we finally find the foot bridge that connects to Prudential to avoid being more soaked. Casey wasn’t happy. LOL.  Our initial plan to eat somewhere in Newbury was scratched off because of the rain, we looked at Eataly inside the Pru but it was too casual. Roaming around, we found Earls’ Rooftop Bar and so we decided to go and have our Italian dinner here instead. Dinner was spent talking about this trip- how fun it has turned out so far and how satisfied all three of us as we have seen so much considering it’s just the first day.

When it was over, we decided to walk back to the hotel as we enjoy the town. We stopped by at Beantown Pub to have a beer but Casey decided to walk back to the hotel instead as she is already tired. I can’t blame her, we walked a total of almost 12 miles. What a day that was!.

Our upscale dinner the night before was followed by another boujee breakfast on our second day as we have one at Parker’s Pub before checking out.  Casey had this idea, she wanted to know were Jackie O. sat during her date with the late JFK and our server did not disappoint her. We learned it was Table #40 and everyone was happy.😉

L- Head of the Charles Regatta Competition at Charles River;

R- The three of us at John Harvard’s statue in Harvard University

After we checked out we headed to Fenway Park- the home of the Boston Red Sox. Too bad that we only got to see the outside.  There was no tour of the field as there was a memorial happening inside and the entrances are heavily secured. Even then we all had a great time.

The sky was dark with a bit of rain shower on and off on our way to Harvard University. I noticed that Charles River have spectators; then I realized it was the Head of the Charles weekend.  We stopped and watched the yearly regatta competition. When the rain started to pick up, we made our way to Harvard University.  But it was cut short because the rain poured so hard. We got our pictures taken of John Harvard though.

Off to New Hampshire.

I was amazed how Julie navigated Boston traffic. We didn’t have so many crazy turns and one ways in Deland like Boston has; nor we have to switch drivers. She is able to bring all of us safely  outside the city off to New Hampshire for leaf peeping.  The fun part of our drive up north was stopping multiple times. The first one was at the welcome center in Salem, NH- had a photo op with the welcome sign (a Julie’s idea). Then we stopped at Market Basket for lunch. I bought my steamed lobstah- that later I ate in the carh.😂

Top: the view of Lake Winnipesauke in the town of Wolfeboro; one of the cascading falls at Diana’s Bath;

Bottom: The Saco Covered Bridge; the view of foliage in the White Mountains during train ride;

Along the way we stopped at Lake Winnipesaukee; in the town of Wolfeboro.  Not what I have envisioned for a scenic foliage due to the rain, but the colors were still up there. With our umbrella and rain coats we stopped for our photo op. Then drove again. It took us forever to get to our hotel in North Conway.  It seemed that we have been driving all day, not to mention the less road travelled Google map brought us to.

After we have checked in we went to Muddy Moose for dinner.  Bob and I dined here before and he recommended for us to go here too. After a nice dinner we went back to the room and called it a night. Day 3 is another day.

For some reason all three of us woke up early.  As I looked outside, I appreciated the beauty of the mountain we’re staying at. Colors are at their peak. It was still overcast but glad there wasn’t any rain like yesterday. Not just yet. We went down to have our breakfast then got ready after for our day adventure.

The steam train we rode stopped in Crawford, NH ; Top: photo-op before the train left;

Bottom: myself and Casey, like kids in a candy store admiring the beauty of White Mountains

Our scenic train ride was not until 1130AM and we have ample time to spend.  Casey was Instagram researching the night before so we decided to check out two locations she suggested- Diana’s Bath and Cathedral Ledge; both in Bartlett, a neighboring town.  We followed a trail to Diana’s bath. A combination of walking and a short hike brought us to a nice series of water falls.  We stayed here for a bit to both enjoy the scenery and take photos. Then off to Cathedral Ledge.

The drive up to Cathedral Ledge reminded me of driving Mt. Wachusett in Princeton, MA. Winding and enjoyable. Up the summit we were rewarded with a panoramic foliage view overlooking the white mountains. It’s so pretty up here! Our hearts were full.

The Conway scenic train was the highlight of our third day. A five hour ride at the white mountains- from North Conway to Crawford- such a spectacular experience; like a kid in a candy store. Most of the ride was raining and it was cold but the beauty of the mountains was just pure, and simply amazing. Bob and I have driven the white mountains many times, but this experience my friends and I was extra ordinaire.  The five hour train ride made us so hungry and tired. When we got off, we had dinner at Red Parka Pub.  After that, we settled back in the hotel and called the night off.

The scenic Kancamangus Highway in New Hampshire

Monday, our fourth day we had flexible schedule. What originally intended a ride to Flume Gorge turned out to be just a hop on hop off on our own terms. Julie may not be fond of it (she’s behind the wheels), but we did it anyway.  We first stopped at Echo Lake. Peaceful and serene, I took my camera out to do some long exposure while I let the two do their own things. It has a beautiful facade of the Cathedral Ledge that we enjoyed briefly until other tourists came. This reminded me of the Hathaway’s Pond in Cape Cod. Then we drove back to Main Street for the last time to buy our souvenirs.

The next hours were spent driving by the Kancamangus Highway.  I could say that this was the best ride I have of the scenic Kancamangus.  From North Conway to Lincoln, it was a  feast to the eyes.  Our first stop was Saco River Covered Bridge.  It took me a while to come back since I was photographing and I got scolded by consuming so much time from doing so😂. Then some more photos to the Swift River, but this time short and within the five minute grace period Julie had given me😂😂. Next was the Rocky Gorge; a scenic area with a foot bridge over the gorge which overlooks where Swift River narrows as it cascades to the gorge. Then to Sabaday Falls- another beautiful falls that I regretted not setting up my camera; I am glad I still have decent battery in my phone. The rest of the day are just basically driving and admiring the sceneries alongside the road.  Then it sank in, we were no longer in New Hampshire.

stolen shot of my homies in one of our walks in Lincoln, NH.

The last remaining hours we have on Monday was spent mainly at the hotel premise which overlooks the financial district of Boston. We were by the harbor. Once again, Julie and I both gave Casey a credit for booking this Hyatt Hotel. Top floor, harbor view, perfection! It was just so mesmerizing that we never left the room after we put down our luggages- we’re  just there watching the sun set. It was  mesmerizing that all three of us was recording it in our phone in time lapse. Once the sun was gone, we decided to get and eat our dinner- another boujee New England one for the last time.

our last night in Boston Harbor, I took advantage of our location and sneaked out to take this beautiful photo of Boston’s financial district.

and just like that, we ended our trip in my driveway with a group hug! ❤️❤️❤️

ON CROSSROADS AND UNCERTAINTIES

Last October I started taking care of a couple who’s been married for sixty five years.  They recently moved in a memory care unit- the wife has a significant case of dementia, and the husband was there to be with the wife- he didn’t have any memory problem and could have been more appropriate to be in an assisted living, but chose to be with the wife instead. He however has Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia and just signed up for hospice care.  Once again, for the purpose of confidentiality, she will be referred to J and he F.  

Their families are very involved with their care.  They are closely knit and always visit J and F- one child after another or sometimes the entire clan are around. Like their mom and dad, they were also nice and friendly. In the brief time I took care of this couple, I learned about their love story- on how they met each other until the time they got married have kids, and now being confined to a home that they didn’t dream to be at.  Both from the stories J would tell me (on her lucid moments) and from the conversations F and I would sometimes engaged with,  it is but fascinating to know a love story tested by time and trials like theirs.  

I am always curious about how such strong relationship handles life’s challenges; so in one of my conversations with F, I asked him how he handles their current situation. F said that nothing is sure in life- you just have to gamble and keep moving wherever the road takes you. F also said that there’s going to be bumps on the path you take, and there may be some times you will think you may not be able to get out of them; but just keep on moving.  As he continued talking, he expressed that he is more scared of leaving J (than him dying) as he doesn’t know how she would cope up as they were never been separated before. Neither him nor J doesn’t know how to live with the other’s absence. I just listened to him talking. 

Three weeks ago J and F’s family gathered together inside their room.  When I came to check both of them, the youngest daughter told me that F is not doing well.  I was away for a week and had just returned to my regular schedule so I didn’t know what happened from the time I last work until then.  Apparently, F’s condition has gotten worse- the past few days he stopped eating and refused to take medications anymore. I went inside his room and tried patting his shoulder and hold his hand briefly just to non-verbally tell him that everything’s gonna be OK. Then he uttered, “Thank you, Jun.” That night F passed away. 

That same week was my first attempt at night/astro-photography.  On my way home from work to get my gadgets and waited for my photography instructor that night- I looked up and saw a hazy and cloudy sky.  A little apprehensive and also too late to cancel the gig, I just decided to go for it.  As we drove to Truro, I have anticipated that the shoot will not going to be as good as I had hoped for.  Then out of the blue, I was reminded of my conversation with F. “Nothing is sure in life.. you just have to keep moving wherever the road will take you.”  True enough, what I expected to be cloudless sky, didn’t happen.  The odds were against me.  But my photography instructor was very kind and turned the night a great learning experience.  Though we didn’t have the milky way, the clouds paved way to have dramatic sky composition post processing. And to be honest, I liked the way the photos turned out.  

This is true as well in reference with my career.  After being a nurse for more than a decade, I feel I am in a crossroad- not knowing which way to go.  I have the strong feeling of leaving this noble profession and start a new one but on the other hand I know my patients need me.  On days that I feel frustrated (of the bureaucracy and not my patients) while working, are also days that I face challenging patients’ cases which fulfill me at the end of the day.  F was right about having bumps on the road and to just keep on moving. At this point, I am still unsure if I will totally leave the profession as this is where I draw my day-to-day inspiration. As far as I know I keep on moving and I know there’s always a great surprise for me at my unknown destination like that night I first tried astro-photography. 

Truro Highland Lighthouse at night in Truro, MA 11.07.2018 shot at 2AM.

Truro Highland Lighthouse at night in Truro, MA 11.07.2018 shot at 2AM.

JUST LIKE THE SUNRISE AND THE SUNSETS...

My first introduction with Lou Gehrig's disease was when I took up my Master's Degree in Educational Psychology in the university. One of the books that my late Professor assigned in our reading requirements was "Tuesdays with Morrie."  The book is about Morrie, a university professor who after being diagnosed with Amyotropic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS- or the more popular name Lou Gehrig's Disease), started writing down his thoughts and philosophies about love, relationships, living and even dying. He was featured in a TV show Dateline, one of his former students, Mitch coincidentally happened to watch the show.  

Mitch looked up to his professor as his mentor during his university days. He reconnected with Morrie and took time off from his busy work for them to meet up together on Tuesdays, thus the book called Tuesdays with Morrie. Together they discussed Morrie’s written philosophies- about love, relationships, life and death. 

It has been two decades since I first read the book; I didn’t end up finishing my masters as I shifted my career to nursing which I can say, is as fulfilling as teaching is. I never really met someone with ALS until early this year while working as a visiting nurse. For the purpose of confidentiality, I will call this patient with the initials MC. MC has been diagnosed with ALS, and because there are no detailed history of her physical records on her electronic chart, I don’t exactly know the extent she has been ill. Although it is evident that she has been suffering from it for a while.  In fact, she already lost the ability to swallow when I first met her and I know from what I read about the disease, that MC doesn’t have so much time to live. 

MC became my regular assignment in almost of my daily routine.  When I visit her in the evenings to administer her food through tube feed, I always find her sitting by the window in her dining room.  As I take care of MC, I thought about the book- and somehow, directly or indirectly, I found myself starting to replicate how Morrie and Mitch's relationship.  MC and I started sharing and talking about life's lessons, stories about each other's experiences, feelings, and life in general.  I learned a lot from her as he lead an adventurous life as unmarried woman, and how most of her life was spent with her sister until her close sibling passed away. She had surfed the oceans of Hawaii and California, did SCUBA and sky diving, traveled a lot of places and noted that England was her favorite place to visit.  MC eventually settled here at the Cape, less than a mile from Gray's Beach, where she's a native of.  “You always go back home,” she told me with a smile. 

Our bond became deeper as the days went by. In each of my visits,  our conversations  have gradually moved from being casual to meaningful ones. One day, when we were engaged in a no-holds-barred discussion,  I asked her how she deals with the fact that tomorrow may not come for her. MC just looked at me quietly- and just when I thought I had offended her, she responded, “Jun… life is just like the sunrise and the sunsets; it's different everyday, but it comes in the morning… then by the end of the day, it goes away, and comes back again. That's how I see my self with this condition.”

MC continued on to liken her life to those natural events.  She further explained the main reason why she enjoyed watching sunrise and sunsets by the beach when she was still able to. Now that she is home bound, she spends her time by her window where she could still enjoy watching both sunrise and sunsets. I remained speechless;  I was admiring her in complete silence.  Although MC's level of disposition and personal outlook  in life is not new to me, it makes more sense now that I hear it from someone I personally know who battles to stay alive everyday. And just like the book I was introduced to from twenty years ago, MC is another person that for sure makes an impact in how I view life. 

As I write this blog, I am no longer the nurse that takes care of MC as she is no longer with the VNA service.  I hope and pray the best for her.  I tried to think as to when I started taking photos of both sunrise and sunsets; and in my recollection,  I started taking them as early as January but it wasn’t as enjoyable and significant as it is now that I have a different perspective on why I am taking them. The lessons I learned from the book from 20 years ago and my brief daily encounter with MC became the catalysts for me to appreciate more about my existence and how I should make it more meaningful. Life is beautiful. 

Please visit https://www.junbaniquedimages.com/collections-of-sunrise-and-sunsets/ to see some of my favorite sunrise and sunsets taken during this year's summer in the best places here at the Cape. Few of them were taken at Gray's Beach, which is a favorite place of MC, which she told me to pay a visit sometime back in spring.