The 3D Museum of Wonder 

I recently traveled to Playa del Carmen, Mexico for a little R & R and made it a point to stop at the 3D Museum of Wonder.  Since I had never traveled to the Rivera Maya, I searched on Trip Advisor for activities in Playa del Carmen.  Lo and behold, I stumbled upon the blurb about the museum and knew immediately that I had to go.  My travel buddy Christine also said it looks cool so we should do it.

We took the 20 minute cab ride to the town of Playa del Carmen and were dropped off in front of a huge beige building.  We walked inside and were greeted by a worker who showed us a pamphlet about the museum.  He didn’t have to sell us on the idea.  Admission was $30 USD and we marched up the stairs to begin our journey.

We were met by Jack, who would be our guide/photographer for the walk through the museum.  He sat us down and told us that shoes were not allowed in the museum.  He gathered our shoes and gave us peds to wear so as to not ruin the art.  He told us that the 56 installations are the products of Kurt Wenner from Michigan.  Each one of the illusions costs around $10,000 to install.  The museum has been opened for roughly 1.5 years.

So on we went.  With each turn of the corner, Christine and I were more amazed. Some of these “paintings” filled an entire room.  The concepts of some of them were rather ridiculous, but none the less fun to enact.  This place allows for the inner actress to appear.

In case you’re not sure how to pose, Jack was able to guide us in posing.  Plus, when he was assisting others, there would be photos on side walls to give you ideas on your poses.  There were little markers on the ground that would tell the photographer where to stand to be able to capture the full 3D illusion.

The further in you walked, the cooler and more awesome these illusions became.  Since Christine and I came on a weekday, we were able to spend more time in the museum and not feel rushed because of the need to move quicker for others to take pictures.  

It was tons of fun figuring out what we wanted to do with each scene.  Plus, each illusion offered up several different ways of posing. Entire families could enjoy acting out scenes without anyone being excluded. It was a wonderland of imagination that children would love to fall into.  Even big kids like myself had a blast.

Some illusions had me losing my balance to be able to get the proper effect with the photo. Jack was helpful in lining us up in the right position for certain photos such as the one below.

There are some illusions that when you look at the pose photo to get an idea as to what you could be doing, you just want to make it that much cooler.  For example, there was a zebra illusion that looked like the zebra was jumping back into the painting.  Instead of just holding on to the legs as if you’re trying to pull on the zebra, I decided I wanted an action shot.  I wanted to look like the zebra was pulling me into the picture.  So I asked Christine to just hold down the photo button and go into burst mode.  45 pictures later, I had a photo of me holding on for dear life as I am being swept away by the zebra.  What do you think?

This is my favorite photo of the museum journey.  My mom was blown away by this and used her favorite word to describe it “sharp”.  

This entire museum is meant to have you laughing and acting out wild ideas.  It’s an Instagrammer’s best friend and a definite stop if you are ever in the Playa del Carmen area.  It seems that many tourists don’t know about this museum which is good and bad.  It allows for more time to enjoy posing and getting ridiculous, but something this awesome should be known. 

As you can see, at one point, we had the museum to ourselves.  Like I said, I’m not complaining.  I was able to act like a fool and not care.  

The above is an action shot of me actually losing my balance and falling into the fiery realms of hell.  It’s not fun down there.

Overall, if you are ever in the Riviera Maya and want a unique experience, visit the 3D Museum of Wonder in Playa del Carmen.  It would be a great rainy day activity.  Allow yourself the chance to act out all of your wildest imaginations.  You will not be disappointed.  

Road Trip: Chattanooga, TN

This past weekend, I accompanied my friend Diana to Chattanooga, TN.  Her photography group had planned an overnight trip with stops in Lula Lake Land Trust and other tourist destinations.  It was a great way to see the city and capture some fantastic pictures.

Driving North on 75 for roughly 2 hours, we arrived at Lula Lake Land Trust in Lookout Mountain, GA.  I had never met any of the members of the photo group, but all were very welcoming.  While they had all their fancy cameras and gear, I had my iPhone camera.

There were lots of hikers and dogs that were enjoying the trails.  The shortest trail was 3/4 of a mile to the first waterfall and bridge.  The sounds of rushing water and voices of families congregated in the bridge attempting to snap the perfect family photo filled the air. 

As we continued to walk, we came upon a rocky path that lead to the bottom of the lake where the small waterfall spilled out.  It was picturesque.  The white gushing water emptying into greenish-blue water.  The cliffs in the sides eroded away from years of currents.  Once again, this was a popular spot for many photos.

The photo group continued to walk and came upon the bigger waterfall.  It was loud and raging.  There was a rainbow in the mist of the waterfall at the base.  I kept snapping pictures because it was so beautiful.

There were wooden and dirt steps that lead down to the base of that waterfall.  People that are coming from the base were saying it’s worth the trek down.  Why the hell not? Go big or go home, right?  

I began to descend the steps and I was able to catch up with an older gentleman in our group. Joey had his camera bag slung around his shoulder and camera hanging from his neck. Joey and I were the only ones who decided to descend the steps.  I told Joey that I’m right behind him just to let him know if he needed help with the trek.  He grabbed my hand and said we’ll go down together.  I think he thought he was doing me a favor as if I needed assistance, but it was a good thing I was there because Joey slipped and fell on his ass.  I pulled him up and then continued down the steps this time a few paces in front of him and not holding hands.  I was more comfortable since I didn’t want to be dragged down if he was going down.  

As I turned around to see how he was doing, he slipped again this time off of the steps into the dirt on the side and began to fall forward grasping at anything that could break his fall. He grabbed a branch that just bent 90 degrees and didn’t stop him.  He was able to plant his foot into the ground and hit a vine in order to stop.  I reached out to grab his camera bag to help pull him back and then he was able to reach for my hand.  For an old dude, he was able to get right back up, dust off the excess mud that was now on his knees and continue down the steps.  

Once we reached the bottom of the steps, you had to maneuver over some boulders and rocks to get closer to the big rock that was near the waterfall.  The sound of the water was intense and the mist was soaking everyone.  I wasn’t very close to the large rock but I was getting rained on.

I began to stream the waterfall on Facebook Live because I wanted people to see how cool it was.  The bottom was very muddy and I crept closer.  I didn’t feel comfortable climbing on the rock because my luck would be to slip and fall into the water and drown so I kept my distance.  

When I turned around, I saw Joey with an iPhone in his hands.  He said the girl on the rock wanted him to take a picture of her doing a handstand.  I’m sure the look on my face clearly read “whaaaattttt?”  I turned around and began snapping.  It took her 2 tries to get fully vertical and on her way back to standing, I photographed what would be one of my favorite pictures I’ve ever taken.  Her handstand helped define the massive scale of the waterfall.

After snapping those pics, hunger began to set in so Diana and I decided to go grab a late lunch at Adelle’s Creperie on the Southside of Chattanooga.

We arrived with 30 minutes to spare since the restaurant closes at 2:30pm.  We met the owner who said he would be more than willing to accommodate any others from our group no matter what time they arrived.  He was very welcoming and told us about his little restaurant.  It was in a warehouse that is used for many events.  We were introduced to his daughter Adelle who “wanted a restaurant so we opened a restaurant.”  Empty picture frames and mirrors lined the walls, Edison bulbs hung from the ceiling and a piano sat in a corner.  

Diana and I wanted to try a savory and sweet crepe.  We were able to pick a half and half deal which would have them split 1 gigantic crepe into 2 and have the best of both worlds. My savory crepe was a bacon, egg and Havarti cheese crepe while my sweet one was filled with chocolate.  I washed it down with an organic chocolate ice cream milk shake. Everything was so good.  I housed those crepes.  Simple presentation but the food was divine.  When in Chattanooga, eat at Adelle’s!

Our next stop was the Air BnB which was 12 miles away.  We had an entire apartment and relaxed for a few hours before going to meet the group for dinner.  In those few hours, the rain came through and chilled the already cold air even more.

Around 6pm, we arrived at The Terminal Brew House on Market Street.  Roger had reserved the 3rd floor for the group.  We had a wonderful salad and thin-styled pizza with a pillowy crust. It was very good.  I enjoyed listening to the group discuss picture distortion and photoshop. I particularly enjoyed the discussion on fashion photography.

Once dinner was over, most of the group were returning to GA that night.  We said our goodbyes and continued to wander the streets around The Terminal.

I was unaware that the old Chattanooga Choo Choo train cars were remodeled to accommodate people.  That’s right!  The old trains on the tracks were hotel rooms!  This blew my mind!  If you looked closely you could see people lounging on beds and children playing.  It was really cool.  The tracks were surrounded by torches and manicured gardens.

We walked a little farther along Market Street, but most businesses were closed. 9 o’clock on a Saturday night and the Southside of Chattanooga was quiet.  Diana and I decided to head back to the Air BnB and prep for the following morning’s adventure.  The plan was to get up early to go to the Riverfront and watch the sunrise, but that didn’t happen.

The following morning, we drove to Milk & Honey, a small restaurant that has many delicious options for breakfast.  Tons of organic lattes and juices along with yummy food and pastries.  I ordered the special which was a blueberry waffle with cinnamon whipped cream. To my delight, bacon came with it and we all know that everything is better with bacon!

Roger and Gail met us at Milk & Honey and we decided to venture to the Chattanooga Zoo. We were the first people in the zoo and it was nice having the zoo to ourselves without children running around and disturbing our shots.  

Diana and I stopped at the ape and gorilla enclosure first.  It seemed they were ready for us.  They would walk up to the windows and get into a pose that could best be described as “the pissed off school teacher”. Leaning on their knuckles while staring at the class with no facial expression.  

The vet tech told us the youngest male was the dominant male which was surprising.  I must also say that I have never witnessed ape ass like these.  I didn’t realize they were so saggy and wrinkly.  It almost looks painful especially when they sit on them.  It’s as if they are squishing this extra mound of flesh; like massive hemmorhoids.  Get these apes some Preparation H stat!

As we ventured around the zoo, we walked into many exhibits.  The Fennec Fox was adorable with its tiny body and huge ears.  The meerkats scurrying around and the sloth sleeping and then waking up for breakfast.  There was no roof to his exhibit. I guess the zookeepers feel there is no way in hell it will move fast enough to get out.

There were 2 Chinese Alligators that were floating.  It was mating season and they warned not to tap in the glass.

The outside exhibits featured cougars, screeching peacocks who were attempting to find their mates.  The males had their feathers in full bloom and were running after the females.  Too bad that way of dating doesn’t happen anymore.  Thank you Millenials for ruining dating.

I saw the cutest red panda and many species of monkeys.

The highlight of the zoo was the camel ride. Since I don’t know when I will be traveling to the Middle East, why not ride a camel in Tennessee?  We chatted up the zoologist and she informed us about the camels health and coats.  Bradley was the youngest camel and he would be giving us our rides.  He had a slight skin condition near his ass.  The zoologist and the vet tech kept picking things off of him.  I’m not sure if Bradley enjoyed that, but I snapped several pictures because I thought they would be great for a meme.

 See what I meme?  See what I did there?

One of the workers gave me some camel hair which is super soft and strong.  The difference between the winter coat and summer coat is night and day.  The winter coat feels like shag carpeting while the summer coat is a little longer and thicker than peach fuzz.  They can drink 30 gallons of water in 13 minutes and like their lips rubbed.  While riding on top of one for a few minutes, it hits me that people ride these animals in the desert at this slow pace. Sweltering sun and moving super slow does not sound pleasant, but I’m sure I would be excited if given the opportunity.  Yes, I snapped a picture.

After the camel ride, we found Roger and Gail taking pictures of Cotton-Top Tamarins.  They are cute little monkey-like creatures.  Their heads in constant motion as they look at us taking pictures.  

Their ugly relative the Pied Tamarins look like gargoyles.  They have less hair on their heads and look like Zoul’s creatures from Ghostbusters. Both species are endangered due to development in South America.

Cotton top= cute.  Pied=Zoul

There were jaguars basking in the sun staring at me as I clicked away.  I always wonder if they’re like “Here come these assholes again.”

Once we walked the entire zoo, Diana and I decided to grab some lunch, but first we hit up The Hot Chocolatier.  

As you can guess, hot chocolate is their specialty, but they do sell homemade chocolates, truffles and pastries.  I opted for the S’mores frozen hot chocolate with a homemade marshmallow on top.  It was divine.  Diana had a spicy hot chocolate which she enjoyed.

We decided to grab lunch at The Terminal Brew House again before we hit the road.  I had a yummy club sandwich with a BBQ mayo.  The mayo was very good.  It added a whole different flavor to a regular club. 

As we drove off, I wondered when I would visit again.  It’s only 2 hours from my house and is a wonderful place to visit for the day. Chattanooga is a young people’s city.  If you enjoy outdoor activities, it’s a great trip.  From hiking to the Tennessee Aquarium to underground waterfalls at Ruby Falls, there are tons of options to keep everyone satisfied.  

The Fizzy World of Coca~Cola

Yesterday, I traveled to downtown Atlanta to act as a tourist for a few hours at the World of Coca~Cola.  I imagined I would be walking around in a museum setting with a bunch of international tourists, but I was so wrong.  I was blown away by how cool this place was.

Upon arrival, I was greeted by small lines for those of us who didn’t buy advance tickets. There are constant sounds of Coke cans being opened and poured with carbonation bubbles playing over speakers outside.  It was a nice touch of subliminal messaging.  As I waited, I went to the World of Coca~Cola website and purchased my ticket which allowed me to enter quickly.  

After entering, you shuffle through security and enter the main lobby.  You are greeted by Coke workers who are handing out free bottles of Coke.  Coke, Diet Coke and Coke Zero were being guzzled as the crowd waited to go into The Loft.  Here is the place where the sounds of foreign languages converge.  I started to play a game to see if I could decipher where people were from.  Let’s just say I couldn’t.

Once we moved into The Loft, we had a brand ambassador speak to us regarding all of the old advertising that was displayed.  Plus, she walked us through the international Coke signs and what each one said.

After our visit to The Loft, the crowd was escorted into a small amphitheater.  We were not allowed to take photos or video in here. They showed a 6 minute video of how Coca~Cola brings people together.  I’m not gonna lie, I was tearing up.  Damn you Coke marketing geniuses!  

Once the video was over, the doors open and release you into a two-story hub that has several different exhibits, each with their own lines.  I must say the lines are constantly moving so I was never really standing around for too long.  Decorated Coke bottles lined the windows and the cute Coke polar bear was taking pictures.  The atmosphere of the place was nothing but happiness. 

The first exhibit I ventured into was The Vault.  I really enjoyed this exhibit.  The one thing I didn’t expect was how interactive this place is. There are so many buttons to push, wheels to spin, drawers to open and portholes to look into.  Not to mention, the amount of facts that are written on the walls.  It’s overwhelming, but in a good way.  

I thought it was pretty cool when you first walk in.  It’s set up as a pharmacy since Dr. Pemberton, the creator of Coke, was a pharmacist and sold it at his pharmacy. There were drawers that you could open and they would reveal facts or objects. Plus, there were video screens with a silhouette of a guy that would sneak in and out of frame and whisper “Are you looking for the formula?” I thought it was so clever.

After reading the history of Coca-Cola, I moved into the Myths & Legends portion of The Vault. I enjoyed this area immensely.  These types of stories always fascinate me.

Once the stream of tourists (me included) made our way through the Myths & Legends area, we were shuffled into a room with 360 degree views.  Projections of mathematical equations riddled the floor.  The brand ambassador played another short video of images that related to Coca~Cola and then the screens towards the front of the room parted and there it was.  The Vault that held the secret formula to the carbonated brown liquid.

There is a biometric detector and a red and white line on the floor that will set off sensors if crossed.  They mean business here.  It would be pretty interesting if Coke hired a group of hackers and thieves to see if they could break in.  I’m thinking along the lines of The Italian Job.  

Once I was released from The Vault, I ventured over to another exhibit which was set up like a soda shop.  Children were lining up to take their picture with the soda jerk.  

On the opposite side, the patent for Coca~Cola syrup and extract hangs alongside the percolator, formula book and stock certificate.

Further inside this exhibit, are many old artifacts.  Lots of advertising materials are displayed as well as the first Coca~Cola delivery truck from Argentina.

Entire displays were set up to show all of the different kinds of advertising that was used.

One of the informational panels on the walls described Coca~Cola as a drink that became “part of the fabric of everyday life”.  The marketing team behind Coke has continued to express this idea that drinking a Coke illicits good times no matter what the current state of the world is.  Even in WWII, Coke was a prominent fixture overseas where it was distributed to soldiers for a nickel.  The company even shipped over games like bingo, checkers and table tennis to occupy the troops.

There was an entire area dedicated to the relationship that Coca~Cola has with the Olympics.  The torches from the past few Summer and Winter Olympics are displayed as well as entire sets of collector pins.

From this exhibit, I ventured over to the Bottle Works exhibit.  This shows the steps of how the product is bottled and prepared for shipment. Since water is the main ingredient in Coke, they have to make sure the water is of the highest quality with no contaminants.  Bottles are inspected on the inside and outside for any defects. 

This area was meant to show you at a much slower speed what happens everyday at a facility.  They had realtime video from their other facilities showing you how fast the machines actually move.  Let’s just say it’s dizzying.

After the Bottle Works exhibit, I went into the Pop Culture exhibit which was cool.  I guess you know you’re a big deal when you can create an entire pop culture section to your brand.  There were paintings, sculptures and creations from Coke cans.

The Coke can creations reminded me of the push car I got from South Africa for my niece when she was younger.  They still have that car.

Last, but not least I made my way over to the room filled with Coca-Cola products from all over the world.  Here you are given a cup upon entering and are then able to walk from continent to continent trying out all fizzy bubbly drinks.  

I started in Asia.  Thailand was my first tasting. I had an apple kiwi soda.  I liked it. I would drink it again.  Another Thai drink was called Melon Frosty.  This, too, was yummy.  India’s product was called Thumbs Up.  It was a brown, spicy liquid.  I didn’t care for it too much.  China’s tasting was some pink smart drink.  Ehhh.  It was ok. There were other countries too, but being able to access them due to teenagers just standing around was a bit annoying, but Thailand’s where it’s at!

Next stop…Africa!  My first drink was from Uganda.  It was Fanta Exotica.  It was a red drink which was good.  The next tasting was from the tiny island of Mauritius.  I had a black currant flavored soda by Sunfill.  There was a weird taste to it, but for some reason, I liked it. Then I traveled to Djibouti where I tasted the Sunfill menthe flavor.  Yeah, not a fan.

I traveled to Europe next where I met a funny couple who were trying everything.  My first tasting from Europe was from the country of Georgia.  It was a light reddish-brown Fuse tea which I liked.  I’m not a big iced tea drinker, but it was good.  Then I hopped a plane to Spain and tasted Aquarius Libre.  It was a clear liquid that was ok.  I don’t think I drank this when I lived there.  I think I would remember.  The one country that everyone was talking about was Italy…and not in a good way!  Everyone said the clear Italian beverage called Beverly tasted like a horrible mouthwash.  The couple I was talking with told me I have to try this.  So I took a tiny tasting, smelled it (there were no funny aromas) and drank it.  I gagged and almost coughed it up.  It was by far the worst thing that I have ever drank in my life.  There are some alcohols that are bad, but this tops it.  I immediately filled my cup with the Spanish drink and chugged it to get the taste out of my mouth.  The couple laughed. The gag-inducing culprit is shown in the far right.  

I visited North America next and tasted Grape Fanta which I’m not a fan of and no, it didn’t make me want to Fanta, Fanta.  Plus, I tried Barq’s Red Cream soda.  That was good!  

Latin America soon called my name and I tasted a Brazilian product called Guarana Kuat. Not a fan.  Mexico’s flavor was Ciel Aquarius. Ehhh.  Costa Rica had Fanta Kolita.  This drink was ok. 

In the far corner of the room, they had the self serving vending machines where you could drink til your heart’s content.  I had a cup of root beer because that’s my soda of choice.

After the tasting area, there’s only one more place to go…the Coke shop!

Everything you could think of is here.  This is a Coke aficionado’s paradise.  They have everything!  Indoor/outdoor stuff, clothing, appliances, stuffed animals…everything Coke.

Do you remember Lip Smackers?  Well, here they are!!

I couldn’t believe the amount of stuff in this shop.  From the tiniest magnets to grilling gear, it was there.  Christmas shopping anyone? Who wants a handbag?  I can make this happen!I walked out of that store with a shirt for myself, a shirt for my brother and a glass Coke cup. Plus, I bought a surprise gift for $1.99 in a resealable Coke bag and surprise!!!  It was a keychain with a d-ring made from recycled cans.  

I had a blast at the World of Coca~Cola.  I felt like a kid exploring everything.  It was an eye opening adventure that if you had an opportunity to go to, I hope you do.  There is so much to learn about in there and everyone is really upbeat and helpful.  I went in expecting to walk through in an hour.  I was so wrong.  3 hours later, I had a shopping bag with goodies, a stomach filled with carbonation and a smile on my face.  I guess Coke does make for a great companion in the world.

Old Car City USA

It’s road trip time!  Yesterday, I journeyed up to White, GA to visit Old Car City USA. I read about this on a roadside website and decided to venture north on I-75 and check it out.  

When you arrive, there is no denying where you are.  Pulling in to the parking lot, your eyes are directed to the vintage hubcaps that are hanging on the facade of the storefront.  Just beyond the chain link fence to the east, you could get a glimpse of cars that now rest at Old Car City.

I walked in and the bell rang as I walked in the door.  I was greeted with a wave and Eddie who runs the City came out to meet me.  Eddie is clearly in his 70s.  Whatever image you may have thought of in your mind of what Eddie looks like, you’re probably correct.  Long white beard with some crumbs stuck in it at the ends, ball cap and jeans that are slightly bigger on his smaller frame. He welcomes me in and immediately you can tell that this place is going to be a trip.  There are vintage cars, signs, games and bicycles everywhere.  I paid my $25 entrance fee and Eddie showed me a map of the area.  He said there are 6.2 miles of trails and that I can come and go as often as I like.

I started to walk out the building and came upon a wonderland of sights.  To my right, there was a barn that had vintage Schwinn bikes all lined up on one side and tricycles on the other side.  On my left, the cars came into view. They claimed this place is a photographer’s paradise. I can see why.  It also has the awesome potential to be the creepiest setting of a horror movie ever.

I started my hike through the collection of vintage cars and trucks and realized it was so quiet.  Besides the chirps from the birds and my footsteps on the trails, I was the only person there.  It was very peaceful, but there were times I thought I heard things and would live out my horror movie fantasy of looking around to see if anyone was near me.  

There were vintage Buicks, Oldsmobiles, Pontiacs, Cadillacs, Fords, Chevys and models that I’ve never heard of before.  Trucks piled on top of each other while cars had their hoods and doors opened.

Eddie told me these cars date from 1974 and earlier.  It is the world’s largest collection of vintage automobiles fetching a price of $12 million dollars.  The chrome bumpers, tail lights, bucket lights and hood ornaments alone total $3 million dollars.  They will not sell any car or parts that they only have 1 model of.

As I walk along these trails, Eddie has facts and advice peppered along the way.  Signs hang from the trees or lean up against some cars educating people of world stats or redneck ways.

But my favorite sign by far is below.

I continued to hike the trails and see vintage cars and trucks.  There were even school buses there.  It was cool looking at the old license plates too. 

I did come across a few more people that were taking pictures and admiring the sights.  As the sun breaks through the trees and hits the windshields, I could understand why photographers would love this place.  Car fanatics would be in heaven and outdoor enthusiasts would love the tranquil surroundings.

There were several cars that sprouted trees through the engines.  These cars are probably the most photographed because they are so unique.

As Eddie stated, lots of people see this as junk, but if only they knew the value of it, they may see it in a whole different light. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.  Eddie clearly understands this.

I started to get an appetite so I went across the road to Wes-man’s Restaurant.  I was told that they have really good food and apparently, the place gets very busy on the weekends with cityfolk.  

I walked in and was able to seat myself.  It’s a tiny room that seats 32 people max.  I sat in a booth in the back and was greeted by a young girl who took my drink order. The walls were lined with license plates from many states.  I didn’t see any Jersey plates.  Guess I’ll have to bring my old ones up there.  There were also many old newspaper articles about the town’s businesses lined on the walls.  From the many framed pictures of Paul Rudd and Selena Gomez, you know they filmed at the restaurant for several days.

I ordered the chicken fried chicken with fried okra and Texas toast.  This restaurant is the type of place where if you live in the town then the waitstaff would know all about you and your family.  This was evident when a man walked in to grab take out and the waitress asked about his new baby.

My food arrived and I was pleasantly surprised with how good the food was and how cheap it was.  The okra hit the spot and made me think about the first time I ever had it in Charleston while the chicken was juicy and full of flavor. I’m a sucker for that white gravy.  

I left Wes-man’s and Old Car City with a very warm and welcoming feeling.  I am clearly not from here and most people can tell by my Jersey accent especially when I ask for water, but they didn’t seem to mind.  We made friendly banter and I learned a few things today while enjoying the crisp mountain air.

This road trip was a success and very enjoyable.  Eddie was gracious and knows that he’s got a good thing going.  If you’re interested in vintage cars or just want to get outside and explore, check out Old Car City USA.  Tell Eddie I said hi!

They Shoot!  We Score!  We Lose!

Friday night I was able to attend the Cleveland Cavaliers/Atlanta Hawks basketball game at Philips Arena in Atlanta.  The most exciting aspect of it was that it would be my first time in Philips Arena and I would be watching the game from the suite level.  Yeah, that’s how I roll.  Not really, but if someone is going to invite me and your food and drinks are paid for and you have your own restroom in the suite…how could I say no!  You wouldn’t say no, would you?  I didn’t think so.

So my coworker Brandice invited me and I was so thankful for the experience.  It really was awesome!  Walking in to the arena, there was high energy, lots of Atlanta jerseys, but just as many Cleveland jerseys.  Brandice is a huge LeBron James fan.  As for me, I like Kevin Love.  Too bad that bastard was injured and not traveling with the team.  Here was my chance to see him and he failed me!  That’s right Kevin Love, I’m call you out…wimp!  Suck it up buttercup.  Anyway, there was live music before he game started and dance squads rocking out to music that I couldn’t even tell you what the hell it was.  I did recognize 2 songs and now I’m gonna date myself by telling you the songs were Quad City DJs “Come On Ride The Train” and MC Hammer’s “2 Legit 2 Quit”.  What’s worse is that I know the dances and hand gestures to those songs.  

Both teams were introduced with LeBron grabbing a huge applause, Kyrie Irving and Dwight Howard following suit.  Cleveland was wearing their bright yellow away jerseys while Atlanta had their blue and green throwback jerseys on.  Not sure how the decision to change the colors of the squad jerseys to red, white and yellow came about, but that’s a huge departure from the blue and green.  

The game was great!  Atlanta had a few mistakes that could have benefited them towards the end, but watching how smooth Cleveland’s ball handling is, blew me away.  While they are tossing that ball around the 3-point line, in and out of the box, it was so fluid.  What seemed like players barely touching the ball before it’s passed on.  I was really impressed.  It actually made me giddy because they seemed like kids playing street hoops and just messing around, but it was effortless.  Well played Cleveland.

The halftime show had a dedication to Pistol Pete Maravich.  They inducted his jersey into the Atlanta Hawks Hall of Fame and raised his jersey into the rafters.  The court had displayed an image of him and his number and Dominique Wilkins was there to speak about him.  Pete’s wife and son were there to honor him and speak. A few tidbits about  Pete Maravich.  He was the number three draft pick in the first round of the 1970 NBA draft as well as a 5-time NBA All-Star and a Hall-of-Famer in 1987.  He died in 1988 of a heart attack while playing a game of pick up.  He died doing what he loved.  He was the featured player on the game program for the night.

When the game resumed, it looked like it was gonna be a blow out.  Atlanta was behind as many as 30 points at times, but I don’t know what was said to them in the locker room because the fire was lit and Atlanta came back from the dead.  Layups and 3-pointers were being knocked down and it actually looked like Atlanta could come away with a victory.  LeBron finally jammed one and the crowd went wild.  Dwight Howard had a beautiful one handed jam off an alley-oop which rocked the crowd.  The unfortunate thing about the game, at least in my eye, is that basketball has now become a game of long balls.  The constant swishing of 3-pointers.  Although they are exciting to watch, they take away the element of physical contact and the layups and dunks.  When you are 6’7″, people want to see you dunk.  Straight up!  

This game got to within 3 points at times.  The back and forth was exciting and the crowd was loud and chanting “defense”.  There is nothing better than experiencing live sports.  The crowd pulls you in and you get swept up with the wave of emotion as shots are blocked or points are scored.  At the end of it all, Cleveland held on to beat Atlanta 135-130.  If Atlanta didn’t play the first half looking like they didn’t feel like they could win then they actually might have pulled off a victory.  But King James and Kyrie Irving who had his highest scoring game with 43 points proved to be too much for the Hawks.  

Throughout timeouts there were giveaways with the tshirt cannons and the mascot and his buddies jumping and flipping while dunking baskets.  My favorite was the Chick-Fil-A parachute drop.  All these little parachutes fall from the sky and attached are little Chick-Fil-A cows.  It was adorable.  That would have been awesome to be able to snag one, but maybe next time.  Music is pumping throughout most of the game which I find weird.  Kiss Cams and dancing kids all appear on the Jumbotron.

I am so appreciative to Brandice for inviting me and letting me enjoy my first Philips Arena experience from a suite while watching LeBron.  I never would have thought I would see him play and that’s coming from a non-LeBron fanatic.  If you get the chance to experience live sports, you should.  There is nothing better.  

Hotjam Atlanta

Monday night, I experienced what seemed like a dream.  Carpooling with a new friend from dance class, Linda drove  to a quiet residential street in Buckhead and parked her SUV under a streetlight.  “We have to walk down there”, exclaimed Linda.  “Are you serious?” was my reaction.  She guided me down a dirt path towards a log cabin in the woods.  This has all the trappings of a horror movie, but I digress. Knowing where my ultimate destination was, part of me felt like I should be carrying a watermelon (hopefully, you get the Dirty Dancing reference).  We walked up the steps and knocked on the door.  A stocky guy with a mohawk named Chris answered and welcomed us inside.  This is where my anxiety transformed into pure excitement.

Upon entering, I took notice of the beautiful wood floor and nice size stage.  Chairs lined the walls inviting guests to relax.  Several others spanning different generations were already waiting for the 8pm lesson to begin. Some of the men wore suits, bow ties and suspenders while the ladies donned light-as-a-feather skirts that twirled easily with keds. Others, including myself, had jeans and comfortable kicks on so we could move around the floor without slipping.  I know if I were to wear my typical dance shoes, I would not have been able to move confidently out of fear of slipping.  Maybe once I get a little more accustomed to the floor and the dance steps, I’ll accept the dance shoe challenge, but until then I’ll stick with my Adidas Superstars.

Mohawk man Chris was our instructor and invited all of us to join him on the floor where he told us he will be teaching 6 count swing for the next 30 minutes.  I am familiar with 6 count swing because it is very similar to Jive.  The only difference is Jive has the dancer pulling their knees upward to resemble a bounce in the step.

Our first step was the basic 6 count rocker step with a closed hand hold (count 1-2), 3 quick steps forward as if you are going to Cha-Cha (3-and-4) and 3 quick steps backward (5-and-6).  The quick steps resemble a shuffle.  Then, you repeat the steps.  Once the basic steps were taught, Chris proceeded to teach the underarm turn which leads to an open hold. From the underarm turn, we then learned the ladies’ turn and the gentlemens’ turn.  Each time the move was practiced, the men would rotate.  Polite introductions would be made and the lesson would proceed.

There were so many guys there.  It makes me happy to see men participating in dance.  The funny thing is that all the men had a smile on their face and all wanted to be there.  Not one appeared to have been ripped away from the TV or nagged by their significant other to join them.

Once the lesson was finished, the line to get in began to form.  This was the beginning of Hotjam Atlanta.  The DJ that positioned herself on the stage got an aerial view of the joy and kickass dancing that was occurring. Immediately after the lesson, I was asked to dance by a nice gentleman who attends every Monday night.  Plus, if you think chivalry is dead, you should rest assured that gentlemen still ask ladies to dance and extend their hand to you to lead you to the dance floor.  Polite and courteous men that will take the time to teach you steps do exist.  It was nice to meet men that look into your eyes to have conversations and not at your body parts. It really was a breath of fresh air.  

So of course, I danced the night away to 6 count swing, Balboa (which I’ve never done until that night) and Lindyhop.  I even danced an entire song to Jive while my partner danced to 6 count.  It worked and it was amazing!  After my 3rd song, I was already dripping sweat, chugging my 32oz of water and in desperate need of a towel to dry off.  Men bring changes of clothes with them because ladies don’t like to dance with sweaty beasts.  

Some of these dancers were highly skilled in certain styles of dance.  Not to mention some were very young Georgia Tech students, but they knew their shit.  I enjoyed watching this one cute Tech couple who dressed the part and were dancing the Charleston (which I’m currently learning).  They were fabulous!

At one point, lines were formed and everyone was stomping and stepping to a choreographed routine.  It was super cool to watch.

At one point, the DJ got on the microphone and asked if anyone was celebrating a birthday or from out of town.  If they were, they were to step inside a circle that was formed.  These curious and unaware participants then became objects of thievery.  When they began dancing with one partner, another partner would swoop in and steal them and continue dancing.  It was such a smooth transition bouncing from one partner to another.  The rest of the circle clapped and encouraged everyone.

After the partner swapping, the dancing continued.  Kicks, jumps and spins were everywhere and smiles seemed to be a permanent fixture on the faces of the attendees.  I was asked to dance Lindyhop which I am currently learning as well.  It was great!   Having a partner that knows how to lead is crucial when learning to dance with a partner.  His or her (because dance is gender neutral) lead dictates what the next move is.  If you can’t be directed properly, the whole dance falls apart.  I am still learning to be a follower because I tend to lead when I shouldn’t.  I need to trust my partners in directing me.

Overall, I had a blast at Hotjam Atlanta.  There was an infectious energy that filled the room and made everyone from beginner to advanced want to kick up their heels and dance.  I felt like I was transported back in time where the dancing was clean and refined.  The swing dance community was very welcoming and encouraging.  I’m looking forward to next Monday when the band is there.  It’s going to get crazy!  I might even bring a watermelon.

Every Little Thing

Have you ever thought about how every little thing could alter our course in life?  Every minute we’re late or earlier than usual, every smile at a stranger or new activity that we decide to pursue can change the outcome of our life.  It really hit me while watching the Green Bay/Dallas football game last night.  Go figure!  A football game could get me to think philosophically, but it did.

Just think.  A dropped pass is a miss at moving in the direction of success.  If the wide receiver for Green Bay didn’t catch the pass along the sideline while dragging his cleats within mere inches from being out of bounds with seconds remaining, that game may have gone the other way.  The game may have ventured into overtime and Dallas may have walked away with win.  Inches and seconds determined the outcome.  It’s amazing!

It’s the same thing with those of us whose occupations don’t require short routes and field goals.  My usual routine has me waking up at 5 AM to be out the door by 5:15 AM to be on the treadmill by 5:45 AM and in the shower by 6:45 AM.  If I were to stray by just one minute, it would alter my routine entirely.  Not leaving at 5:15 AM will have me hit the red lights which will make me arrive later than usual and possibly make me have to wait to get into the showers due to others using them.  Some people may say this is just ridiculous and I shouldn’t care so much about a routine, but I do.  To me, everything has a time.  I’m used to planning so far in advance so I know what to expect.  Others like to sail by the seat of their pants and not put very much thought into things.  I’m not that person.

There’s an older movie called Sliding Doors with Gwenyth Paltrow.  It’s a story of one woman who happens to miss the train home and then the movie  shows you what her life would have been like if she would have caught the train home as compared to if she didn’t.  One second changed the character’s outcome completely.  If you haven’t seen it, you should.  Plus, Gwenyth has a wonderful British accent.  But that is what I’m referring to.  Little changes in behavior or routine could completely change your life.

I like to dance.  We all know that already. I take lessons to continue to learn new dances.  One lesson of dance will introduce me to people who enjoy doing exactly what I enjoy doing.

Focus on that which makes you feel good and you shall find that which makes you feel good

The dancing that I’m learning now requires a partner.  All it takes is one smile to have the male make his way over to ask you to dance. My smile is his invitation.  If we dance and hit it off then it could alter my life tremendously.  We could become dance partners and compete or become life partners when we realize we both enjoy each other’s company.  Everything has an impact as well as every decision, action or spoken word.

Cutting the grass so it doesn’t get long could stop someone from getting a tick bite.  Calling someone to say you’re thinking about them could stop them from believing no one cares about them.  Answering the phone politely could alter someone’s angry tone of voice entirely.  Every little thing can produce huge outcomes.

It really is quite interesting when you think about how everything relies on something else. Some may think that there is some type of divine intervention when it comes to the stories of people escaping death due to a late departure.  Others may just chalk it up to coincidence.  However you view it, just take note that every action has an outcome.  No matter how big or small the action may be, the outcome could be life altering.

So Long 2016, Hello 2017

2016 was a rough year for most of us in different ways.  Most will say the political battle between Trump and Clinton was the culmination of it all and they can’t wait til 2016 is over.  Others may say it was a year of medical diagnoses while others may say they received the opportunity of a new job. Whatever may have happened to you during 2016, we now have the opportunity to make things right. To start over.  I’m looking forward to 2017 and all of the positive things it’s going to bring.

2016 started with me in Nashville freezing my ass off with my boyfriend at the time.  2017 will start in my hometown with my family and friends staying warm and enjoying each other’s company.  I’m looking forward to all of the laughs and giving 2016 the big ol’ finger and telling it to get lost.  I never liked the number 16 anyway.  Now 17 is a number I can get behind.

2017 will see a new me.  I’ve started to speak up for myself more and I know what I’m looking for.  I started getting back to being me at the end of 2016 after some slaps in the face which made me look at myself and not like the person I had become.  I lost myself for most of 2016 and started to morph into someone that was a “yes” girl.  Always doing something to make others happy instead of what was making me happy.  There was no balance.  Then I was forced to start over.  I could have stayed down and chose to feel sorry for myself, but I didn’t. This opportunity blessed me the chance to get back to being myself and appreciate how far I have come.  

Whenever I start to get down, I start to think about all of the things that I’ve done that others wouldn’t have the cajones to do.  I left my family and friends to work overseas with people I didn’t know.  It made me culturally aware.  I’ve worked low-paying jobs.  It made me strive for more.  I put my heart out there.  It made me open my eyes.  I chose my own path and 2017 will see my path stretch farther.  I’m putting positive energy into the universe and am raising my frequency.  Do not attempt to bring me down because it’s not going to happen.  The end of 2016 had me gently extending my hand to pet the beast. 2017, with the number 17 being very important to my life and it being my 40th year on this planet, will see me feeding the beast and she will conquer.

Stand back.  The beast is about to strike.

Happy 2017 to all my family, friends and readers.  May you all unleash the magic you have inside and kick some ass.  God bless.

I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Christmas is a holiday for gatherings.  Family gatherings and friend gatherings. Everyone’s spirit gets lifted with the thought of the December holidays.  People are generally kinder and more thoughtful.  They dig a little deeper to help those in need.  I am one of those people who enjoys the holidays and everything they have to offer.  Christmas is taken very seriously in the Sage house so there was no way I was not going to be there with my family enjoying those precious moments.

Christmas Eve was full of fish.  Literally.  The Sage family being of Italian descent, have our meal of fish on Christmas Eve.  Shrimp parmigiana, calamari, mussels, clams, shrimp cocktail and spaghetti.  One word to describe myself afterward was bloated, but it went down so well.  Nothing but yum.  Sitting around and enjoying each other’s company, laughing and playing games, watching movies and just relaxing were all on the agenda.  I do all of the above very well. 😜 I was especially happy to play with my dogs Samson and Hershey.  I missed them terribly.

Christmas Day.  Nothing like waking up early and seeing all the presents under the tree.  I still get very excited as if I was a little girl again. Someone usually gets a funny gift that we all think to ourselves “WTF” but in a good way. This year, that gift goes to my younger brother Chris who received Booty O’s cereal. Apparently, it’s related to a WWE wrestling group.  I can see him busting into this cereal when he comes home after a long night of drinking.

Christmas Day brought my lovely nieces to visit and spend Christmas Day.  The exchange of gifts took place and everyone was excited to start playing.  Mia, Gianna and I started playing the Shopkins board game.  I won the first game while Mia won the second.  It was a cute game for young girls.  Stella was playing with the Peppa Pig playhouse that I gave her.  I’m glad she was enjoying it.

After a delicious pasta dish prepared by my wonderful mother, we decided to start playing with some more toys.  Mia and I played some intense games of checkers on my traveling checker board rug.  She has a little work to do before she competes for a world title, but she does enjoy playing.  

After checkers, we decided to play Watch Your Mouth, the game with the mouth guards that stretch your mouth and you have to get people to understand what you’re saying.  O.M.G. That game had me laughing and crying so hard.  To see my nieces with those pieces in their mouths looking like the Chatterer from Hellraiser, gave me the giggles.  I know something is funny when my dad starts giggling.  Note to anyone playing that game, be sure to put some lip balm or Vaseline on your lips before inserting those mouth pieces.  Your lips immediately feel like they’re ripping if they’re not lubed up.

The day ended with cheesecake, cookies and brownies for dessert.  Packing up all the toys and games had my older brother looking like he just robbed the house while walking out with gigantic garbage bags of toys and clothes.  

Another successful Christmas Day spent with my family.  I wouldn’t give this up for anything. It made me realize how much my family means to me and that eventually there will come a time when my family will slowly start to dwindle. Parents pass, children get older and the holidays may take on a more somber meaning. Christmas has always been a day of laughs and love.  Gifts being given to show the appreciation of each other.  Unfortunately, it seems as if it only happens in December or when there is a Hallmark holiday.  Even though Christmas is only in December, it’s possible to give with your heart year round.

To continue the spirit of Christmas, my amazing mother and I went to the most amazing city in the world-New York City!  I love New York. There is no other city in the world that has the energy and attitude to reinvigorate the soul. Not to mention it was freakin’ 60 degrees outside at the end of December!  First stop, Macy’s!
I’ve been to Macy’s Herald Square so many times that I feel silly every time I pull out my phone to take pictures, but they decorate it so beautifully.  So many people hustling about you would make you think it was before the Christmas holiday still, but it is Hanukkah so maybe that’s a reason.

I did notice one of the windows outside of Macy’s had a bunch of elves and they were making the list of names for kids to receive gifts from Santa and I was super excited to report my name (though spelled without the “e”) was on the list.  I took a picture as proof.  It’s upsetting when you go into these Christmas ornament shops and they have the most unusual names that start with T but no Tracey. No Tracy.  No Tracie.  No Traci.  None.  But they feel free to have Tamara.  There must be a run on Tamaras.  So in honor of my name finally being on an important list, here’s the proof.

From Macy’s, we walked up Broadway and the air filled with the aromas of halal, peanuts and dirty water dogs.  Times Square was a shitshow.  It normally is, but the amount of tourists was out of hand.  I love Times Square because of the bright lights and big screens, but there are too many people.  

We decided to hit up Bubba Gump for some lunch.  After a 10 minute wait, we were seated. I enjoyed a delicious blueberry lemonade while my mother enjoyed a White Zinfandel. 

My mother enjoyed a shrimp scampi while I had the Forrest Feast which was fried shrimp, fish and chips and hush puppies.  I must say that their fish and chips were the softest fish I ever had.  Crispy on the outside and amazingly soft inside.  They tasted awesome.  I scarfed that food down as if it was my last meal.

After Bubba Gump, we dodged through tourists and traffic to see “the tree”.  I’ve never seen the tree at Rockefeller Center and now that I have…what a friggin’ disappointment!  There’s a reason why they show it at night all lit up because to see it during the day would highlight how scrawny it is.  I know the tree is dead already, but the daylight exaggerates how dead it is.  The tree looks miserable.  If it had a voice it would say “Put me out of my misery.”  We weren’t the only people to think this. Others said it’s so scrawny and apparently every year, it gets scrawnier.  Here see for yourself.

See!  What the hell is that?!  “Help me”. Don’t you just hear it crying?  Ugh.  Now that I’ve seen it, I don’t have to do that again.  Here’s our obligatory selfie with Timber in back of us.

After we saw that dead tree, we started to make our way back to tourist hell to hit the Path train. Ahh, the good ol’ Path.  The funniest thing that happened there was an old man probably in his 70s was boarding just as the closing doors bell rang and he yelled “fuck this!” That made my mom, some dude next to me and myself laugh. That guy had no fucks to give.  Guess if you live to be that age, why should you care what anyone thinks.

Now I’m home in Jersey resting up.  My Christmas tree lights are on, tv playing and cuddled up with a blanket.  Dogs are passed out, my mom is lounging on the sofa across from me, dad is upstairs and all is right with my world.  

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and have a wonderful New Year.

Senoia Round 2

Yesterday I made my journey back to Senoia with a friend in tow.  Laura, who is a big Walking Dead fan, has never been down to Senoia to see the set.  So why not go visit the town, see the sets and do some holiday shopping in the process?

We arrived a little before 11AM and started our walk towards the Alexandria set.  Now that the show has finished filming for the season, there are no security guards at any of the entrances. Muhahahaha (evil laugh). The one thing that you will notice now are caution tapes lining the outside of the perimeter.  Even a portion of the railroad tracks were taped off.  Laura mentioned that maybe it was my fault since I was able to run to the Alexandria wall and snap pictures the last time I was there so I’m gonna run with that excuse.  

I showed her where Milton’s lab was located from Season 3.  This is the location where Andrea was tortured.  The street next to it was where Enid’s flashback of her parents getting killed was filmed for the “JSS” episode.

Once Gin Street intersects with Plyant Street, the backside of the set is no longer taped off. Walking along Plyant brings you in the neighborhood and all of the neighbors have No Trespassing signs on their property.  Plyant Street is the location of where Rick and Carl find a house to rest in after Rick got his ass beat by the Governor in Season 4.  This is also the same house that Joe of the “Claimed” gang barged in while Rick was resting upstairs.

This street is also where Carl journeys out of the house on his own to prove that he can survive.  Carl’s famous line “I win” was muttered several times back here.  Plus, the house that Carl enjoyed a huge can of pudding while sitting on their roof is located on Plyant as well.

Once you pass these houses, you come to the intersection of Morgan and Plyant Streets. There is a small barrier that is on the side of the road stating that production has the right to close the street down and asking out of the kindness of your hearts to not venture towards the set.  Since the signs said nothing about prosecuting, Laura and I casually strolled down towards the back of the Alexandria walls. There was a piece of property for sale right next to the wall which if you are a fan of the show and can get a house built rather quickly, you could probably enjoy watching the filming from your second story window.  

We didn’t venture all the way to the wall, but did take pictures of what were Rick (far right), Carol (center) and Jesse’s (left) houses from behind.

I didn’t notice it until I started looking at the pictures, but in the picture above, there seems to be some type of ditch that runs under the wall.  If we would have gotten closer, that may have been a covert operation to get on the set, but I know Laura wasn’t looking to get arrested.

We started walking back towards Main Street and decided to take some pictures along the railroad tracks.  On one end is where they filmed Rick, Carl and Michonne coming upon the Terminus sign and on the other end of the tracks, Carol, Tyresse, Mika, Lizzie and Judith were filmed spotting the Terminus sign.  We had to take the opportunity to reenact the Michonne/Carl game as they balanced on the tracks.

After the self-guided tour, we decided to eat at Nic & Norman’s.  It was close to 12 by now and we were seated right away.  I ordered a Bison Burger with the sidewinder fries while Laura ordered the BBQ chicken flatbread.  I devoured my Bison Burger.  This burger was so much more appetizing than the Fried Chicken Burger I had last time.  Laura ate only a small portion of her flatbread.  There were lots of onions and it was smothered in cheese.

Following lunch, we decided to hit up some stores and do some holiday shopping.  There are plenty of antique shops with unique merchandise.  Laura found a few stocking stuffers for her grandkids.

We entered The Woodbury Shoppe aka The Official Walking Dead Store.  Every time I go into that store, there is different merchandise. My favorite new piece was seeing the AMC version of Lucille.  Not to get it confused with the Skybound comic version which is also sold, but looks more childish.  AMC’s version retails for $45 and looks realistic.  Do not attempt to board a plane with this slugger.  It will get confiscated.

As we walked through TWD museum downstairs where they have cell blocks, the doors that say “Don’t Open, Dead Inside”, Andrea’s torture chair and Daryl’s Season 1 chopper, I told Laura that I would take some pictures of her at the doors and in the cell.  She decided to act as Hershel and only have one leg while laying on the bed.  I told her I didn’t know if I should be laughing or not, but she looked like she had only one leg!  I couldn’t get over it.  No special effects or green screen needed.  At one point, we found ourselves to be the only people down there, so of course, she jumped into Andrea’s chair which is roped off and I snapped a picture of her with her eyes bulging as if she’s being tortured.

We continued on our way, walking in and out of shops.  Laura bought a few items and a beautiful long vest with a really cool pattern on it.  

We stopped in the ice cream shop.  For anyone who knows me well, you know I’m a sucker for a milkshake.  I got a mint chocolate chip milkshake while Laura bought some chocolate pecan fudge.  The shop has a chalkboard of the US and it says for any visitors to put a mark on the board from wherever you traveled from.  It’s amazing how this show has brought people from all over the world to Senoia.  In states that didn’t have many markings, there were people who wrote their countries of origin.  Spain, Ukraine, Argentina, England, China were just a few that I could read.

After the ice cream shop, we decided to head out.  It’s always a fun adventure going to Senoia.  There were quite a few people roaming the streets, ducking in and out of shops and looking at Alexandria.  Filming for next season starts in May.  Guess I’ll have to come down during filming and see if I can spot anyone.