Egypt - The South

After thirteen hours on an Egyptian train (and some intermittent sleep), we arrived to Egypt's most Southern city - Aswan. The next several days would be spent exploring the area known as Upper Egypt (since the Nile flows north, the northern part of the country is considered Lower Egypt, the southern part is Upper Egypt).

Camel Riding and a Nubian Village

During our first day in Aswan, we ventured out onto the river in a motor boat and cruised along the shores of the Nile, taking in Elephant Island (where they used to import elephants for battle from Southern Africa), a variety of tombs along the western bank and some peaceful wildlife once away from the city. We stopped at a small cafe perched on a cliff for Hibiscus tea and to admire the sand dunes and then hopped back on the

boat in the early evening to motor on to the bank where camels were waiting to take us to a Nubian village for dinner. We each got to ride our own camel (assisted by a "camel boy") across a stretch of desert, watching the sunset behind a hillside where the country's first monastery sits. Riding a camel is not quite as easy as riding a horse...and my eager camel, Lulu, liked to be in front so there was certainly some "trotting" involved. It was a lot of fun and definitely a highlight of the day, though after an hour my backside was ready to disembark.

The camels dropped us off at a Nubian village that sits on the opposite bank of the river from Aswan. The Nubian people have been in this area for thousands of years and were one of ancient Egypt's primary enemies. Now they are officially part of the country, but their traditions and way of life are respected and most of them still live within their own Nubian communities. We were taken to the home of a local Nubian family for dinner. They gave us a tour of the house and prepared a traditional meal that included chicken, fish, soup, vegetable stew and some mushy green stuff that was sort of like spinach, but not quite. After the meal, the man of the house sat with us and described the traditions around Nubian marriages and weddings. The evening concluded with some of the local children coming in to drum, sing and dance with us. One little girl was particularly fond of me and marched right in, took my hands and didn't let go for the rest of the evening. She was quite cute and waved goodbye to me until we were completely out of site from the village.

Abu Simbel

In the wee hours of the next morning (i.e., 3AM), we sleepily boarded a small bus to venture South to the famous temple of Abu Simbel. It is a three-hour drive from Aswan, very near to the Sudanese border and in the heart of the desert. The government requires a daily tourist caravan of the various buses, vans and taxis flanked by tourist police...so there is not a lot of option about departure times. They prefer to leave extremely early so that you arrive around 7AM (before the heat becomes unbearable) and stay for a couple hours to take in the site. The temple was built by Ramses II for himself and he also build an adjacent temple for his wife Nefertari. The structure is colossal and a reminder from Ramses to those entering Egypt from the South that HE is Pharaoh of this land. In addition to his impressive statues outside the temple, the inside is also well preserved and includes a number of rooms and chambers decorated with hieroglyphics, carved scenes of war and offerings to the gods, and more statues. Some of the original paint is also still visible to give you a sense for how it might have looked a couple thousand years earlier.

Sailing the Nile

A highlight of our Egypt trip was the day we spent sailing down the Nile on a felucca (i.e., sailboat). We left late morning and boarded the boat, sprawling across the cushions and preparing for a day of relaxation. We spent the day reading, playing card games and backgammon, napping and hanging out with our group. We docked for lunch on a small island in the middle of the river, but had our meal on the boat, sitting around a plastic tablecloth spread across the cushions. The food on the journey was surprising good thanks to our Nubian chef on board. For the evening, we docked along the east bank - first course of business being to build our "temple" (i.e., toilet). We dug a hole into the ground, placed a toilet seat contraption over the top and surrounded it with a canvas wall. Better than the bushes I suppose. A number of us were put on firewood duty and climbed up the bank and walked into the brushy desert to gather large spiky branches of wood from the bush. We weren't too far from a local village and were passed by a couple local boys hauling loads on their donkeys (donkeys are still a common form of transport throughout the country, with the exception of in Cairo and

Alexandria). The boys snuck to the outskirts of our camp later in the evening to curiously observe the goings on around the fire. After another delicious dinner on the boat, we built a campfire and fired up the hookah. Our Nubian crew got out their drums and sang into the night - they are a very happy and laid back people. The stars were amazing and the moon quite full. We slept on the boat and I woke at 5:30AM as the first call to prayer sang out from the village nearby. I kept my eyes closed, but perked up my ears to listen and take in the the still and quiet, broken only by lapping water against the boat and the devout singing of the prayer. It was so peaceful. I drifted back to sleep again shortly after and rose with the group sometime after 7AM for Nubian pancakes.

Luxor and the Valley of the Kings

After our day on the boat, we headed north a couple hours to visit Egypt's capital from the New Kingdom - Thebes, now known as Luxor. The two major sites in Luxor are Karnak temple, the largest in all of Egypt, and the famous Valley of the Kings. We spent two days here at the Little Garden Hotel, which had a great rooftop area and a garden courtyard. Eric and I got the honeymoon suite on the roof, complete with full size bed (as hard as a rock), red satin bed spread, cheesy decor and mood lighting. It was quite hilarious...except for the fact that the lock was broken and we were constantly getting locked in or out of our room. While staying here, we also met a very friendly Egyptian couple and their two-year-old daughter who were in town for work/vacation from Cairo. They were fascinated with us and asked to video tape us and take photos with their daughter. I and another member from our group, Kim, spent some time chatting with them and learning about their life, work, family and other topics. The man enjoyed smoking Shisha with Eric and the wife shared with me the various ways to prepare Kushari (the local dish I like so much).

We were fortunate to have an excellent guide in Luxor named Shaimaa. She was extremely knowledgeable and kept the group captivated with the history and facts surrounding each ancient site. We visited Karnak Temple near sunset on the first day and were one of the last groups to enter so had the place almost to ourselves. It was a temple that was built and expanded by a number of Pharaohs over time and dedicated to Egypt's primary God during the New Kingdom, Amun-Re. It was the size of several football fields at least and had numerous statues, obelisks, a holy lake, courtyards, inner chambers and the "holy of the holies" - the inner sanctum at the end of the temple where the daily offerings of food and drink were given by the Pharaoh and the high priest to the god. This is also one of the temples where the Coptic Christians took refuge to escape the persecution of the Romans, and as a result, a number of the carved murals of Egyptian gods have been chipped away or defaced.

In addition to our explorations at Karnak, we spent a day venturing to the west bank of the Nile (ancient Egyptians always lived on the east bank, where the sun rises, and buried their dead on the west bank, where the sun sets) to the Valley of the Kings. We visited three tombs in the Valley of the Kings from three different periods of the New Kingdom. It was incredible how well preserved these are...many of them still have vibrant painted and carved murals and the construction of the tombs and chambers deep into the mountainside are impressive. It's worth a read on Wikipedia (link above) to learn more if you're interested. No cameras allowed, so unfortunately no photos to show.

We also did a quick visit to the Valley of the Workers. Contrary to common belief, Egyptologists now believe that highly skilled artisans and workers were hired to build the tombs of the Pharaohs. There are remnants of a village for these workers (the skills passed down from generation to generation) on the west bank and it is believed that they were the only people besides the royal family who knew the locations of the tombs. Commoners from the east bank were not allowed to cross to the west bank and and workers on the west bank were not allowed to cross to the city on the east bank. On their days off (evidence shows they had a 10-day work week and then two days off), they would focus on building and decorating their own tombs. We visited two such tombs and while the chambers are of course much simpler and smaller, the artwork and murals were astounding and almost perfectly preserved.

Our final stop on the west bank was to Hatshepsut's Temple, a grand structure carved into the side of the mountain with the inner sanctum being the only one that contains a passageway deep into the mountain to connect with her tomb on the other side of the mountain. Hatshepsut was one of the few female Pharaohs and ruled for nearly 22 years. With the support of the powerful Amun-Re priests, she took power from her young stepson after the death of her husband. When she died, her stepson, Thutmose III, assumed his place as Pharaoh and became the greatest conquerer of all the Egyptian kings. However, he was quite resentful of his stepmother and set about defacing many of her statues and cartouches to erase her from history so that she wouldn't be able to find her way to the afterlife. Initially, Egyptologists thought the temple was Thutmose's since he replaced her name with his own, but after greater investigation, they uncovered the temple's true owner and were able to learn more about the history.

Onwards to the Western Desert

Following our time in Luxor, we headed west into the desert to visit a number of oases over the next several days...

Egypt - Cairo

A few days after Christmas, we set off for our latest adventure...to Egypt. While Belize earlier this year was a relaxing, lay-by-the-pool kind of vacation, Egypt promised to be a couple weeks of true "travel" (i.e., maybe not so relaxing, but a lot more exciting). Intrigued by the country's history, culture and of course many famous landmarks, we thought this destination would also be the perfect place to celebrate our second anniversary.

We arrived to Cairo late in the evening on December 29, after 22 hours of grueling flights and layovers. We caught a taxi to our hotel and while the city was still abuzz outside, we decided to have a quite beer (hotels being one of the few places you can buy a beer since this is a Muslim country) and retire early. A couple things we observed before even leaving our room: 1. The city of Cairo only "sleeps" from 3-5 am (when the incessant honking from the streets quiets just slightly), 2. The 5:30 am call to prayer to begin the new day is both a wake-up call, and yet also calming and an admirably spiritual part of this country. So it was at 6AM on December 30th that we crawled out of bed to begin our exploration.

We spent three full days in Cairo...

Day One

We focused on getting our bearings and exploring the city. We started our day in one of the oldest parts of Cairo, where there are remnants of the Babylon pillars and narrow alleyways that lead through the old Coptic Christian neighborhood. We visited a famous Coptic Christian church and had lunch at a small cafe that serves the traditional noodle/rice dish called Kushari (one of my favorites). We then wandered to the site of the first mosque in Cairo and I was asked to wear a funny looking green hooded cape (to cover my hair) while wandering around the place of worship. During the afternoon, we took the metro back towards downtown and a taxi to the Khan el Khalili souk (market) and got lost in the myriad alleyways and streets filled with spices, textiles, perfumes, jewelry, and tourist treasures. Deep inside the bazaar we found Fishawi's Coffee House - one of the oldest in Cairo

serving Turkish coffee, mint tea, and shisha...Eric was in heaven.

We walked back to our hotel on the busy main streets and found a delicious fast food place with excellent beef kebabs for dinner. We completed our evening with a visit to the top floor of an old hotel that has a small cafe on the roof where you can sip fresh fruit juice and tea while taking in the city lights and constant chaos of the streets below.

Day Two - New Year's Eve

Today we ventured out of town about an hour south to visit the sites of the first and last pyramids built at Saqqara and Darshur (not to be confused with the most magnificent and famous pyramids at Giza). We hired a driver from our hotel who took us around all day - with stops of course at the carpet and papyrus factories in hopes of getting

a commission (little did he know we were not the buying type)...though it was interesting to hear the "free" tutorial on each. The museum and pyramids at Saqqara were very interesting - especially since these were the first ancient sites we visited. The credited "father of architecture" Imhotep (the royal architect of the Pharaoh Djoser) built the first pyramid, which was a step pyramid. Originally, it wasn't meant to be a pyramid at all, but since king Djoser lived so long they kept adding levels until it became what it is today. Pharaohs following Djoser improved on the art of pyramid building with the pyramids at Giza being the height of perfection. It's worth noting that pyramids were only used as tombs during the Old Kingdom - third millennium BC - later kings used more nondescript tombs to avoid tomb robbers. Eric and I spent a couple hours wandering around the burial complexes at Saqqara and had a self-proclaimed guide show us through some of the tombs and explain the wall carvings and hieroglyphics (for baksheesh - a tip - of course).

After Saqqara, we made a quick stop at the first capital of Egypt called Memphis. While this city was probably grand in its day, it's more of a village now hosting only a small museum. For our last stop of the day, we visited pyramids built later in the Old Kingdom

at Darshur. The highlight of this site was being able to climb down deep into the center of Pharoah Snofru's Red Pyramid to visit the burial chambers (which are now empty). It was pretty awesome - and a bit eerie - to be standing in an open room in the center of the pyramid...even if it did smell of musty urine. I had to wonder how they got all those treasures into that thing considering the passageway down was incredibly steep, very long, dark and so small you had to crouch the entire way down. Where there is a will, there is a way.

After returning from our day trip, we met up with our travel group at 6PM to begin our Intrepid Travel tour through Egypt. There were 14 of us in total, plus our tour leader, Ahmed Soltan. There were several Aussies, a few Kiwis, a couple Canadians, an Austrian and four of us Americans. It turned out to be a great group and we made some friends we are sure we'll keep in touch with. Our 15-day itinerary (which you will be hearing all about) would take us to Cairo, south to Aswan, down the Nile, to Luxor and the Valley of the Kings, through the Western Desert, to Siwa Oasis, up through Alexandria and back to Cairo. We were ready for a jam-packed couple weeks.

Day Three - New Year's Day...and our 2nd Anniversary

What better way to celebrate two years of marriage than at the pyramids of Giza? :) We got an early start and drove across the bridge to the West bank of the Nile and the outskirts of the city of Giza. There sits the Great Pyramid of Giza (belonging to the Pharaoh Khufu) along with a number of other impressive pyramids belonging to his son, grandson, and their wives. Not to mention the Sphinx of course. We spent the morning roaming the site and marveling at the history and ancient construction of these near-perfect structures. There they have stood for more than 4,000 years...despite earthquakes, sand storms and tomb robbers. Truly breathtaking.

We spent the second half the day at the Egyptian museum where there are thousands of relics - statues, mummies, coffins, jewelry, and all sorts of other treasures. There is almost an entire floor dedicated to what they found in King Tut's tomb - the only intact tomb ever discovered. We had been to the traveling King Tut exhibit in San Francisco just a few days before we left and let's just say that it didn't come close to the grandeur of the King Tut display at the actual Egyptian Museum. It's amazing that so many of the relics of ancient Egypt still exist and have been so well preserved through the ages. It certainly was a mighty and long-lived civilization - and one that's customs, art, science, lifestyle and religion has shaped our current day more than one can imagine.

The only downside to the day was that Eric was battling a stomach bug he most likely picked up from some of the food...so he unfortunately didn't enjoy it as much as he would have liked. But he was a trooper and made it through the day. That night, we boarded an overnight train to Aswan in the south of Egypt. Luckily, he was able to sneak in a few hour nap to recover from the day before we endured 13 hours on the train (without a sleeping cabin).

Stay tuned for more soon...

Belize

There is something exhilarating about the wind whipping through your hair as the sun shines down on your shoulders and your legs dangle off the front of a boat. Speeding across the varying colors of ocean blue, you feel free, awake and alive – does it get any better? Personally, I think not.

For one week, we have been enjoying the pleasures and paradise of Belize. Last year at this time, we also found ourselves in the Caribbean sipping mojitos and puffing Cuban cigars in the final days of our year of travel. It’s hard to believe nearly one year has passed since we’ve returned home to the U.S. And while a one week vacation doesn’t quite compare to an entire year of travel, it certainly has been wonderful to explore a new place and enjoy some downtime from the fast pace of American life.

We decided to focus this trip primarily on exploring beneath the surface with some quality time for relaxing and reading when out of the water. We set up camp at the Paradise Villas on Ambergeis Caye – a small island off the coast known for it’s incredible scuba diving and laid back culture. Now that we are working full time again, we decided to splurge and rented our own little one bedroom apartment with an excellent balcony looking onto the garden with less than a minute walk to the pool and the beach. The dive shop is just down the beach, the grocery store a block up the street, and plenty of restaurants, bars and shops all within ten minutes. I wouldn’t say this is an incredibly Belizean cultural experience, but one can’t avoid the local laid back atmosphere so characteristic of the Caribbean.

The highlight of the trip has certainly been the scuba diving. Out of the seven days here, we dove five. Within a 5-10 minute boat ride from the island, there are numerous canyons of reef filled with all kinds of sea creatures and colorful coral. We’ve seen sharks, spotted eagle rays, eels, dolphins, turtles, lobsters, and many types of tropical fish. One memorable (and slightly unnerving experience) was on our third dive when Eric’s mouth piece detached from the regulator at 60 feet. While he quickly swam to the dive master to use her spare while he switched to his own spare regulator, a friendly little fish came swimming up, incredibly curious about all the commotion. As we got it all figured out within seconds, the little fish swam circles and then let us pet him. He followed us the remainder of the dive often coming close enough so we could reach

out and feel his smooth, scaly skin. He was more like a dog than a fish!

Another highlight of our diving adventures this week was the day-long trip out to the Blue Hole – made famous in the adventures of Jacque Cousteau – about 3 hours boat ride from our island. The Blue Hole is an incredibly deep hole surrounded by reefs and resulting from a cave collapsing underwater. We dove to a depth of 130 feet into the cold, dim water to admire and swim between giant stalactites formed God knows how many years ago. It was mystifying and a little eerie being so deep. As we came near the surface and did an 8 minute safety stop at 20 feet, we were surrounded by more than seven sharks meandering along the edge of the drop off. They are graceful creatures – and thankfully all reef sharks so quite harmless.

We lunched that day on little island called Half Moon Caye and visited the Red Footed Boobie colony (of birds), which all the guys on the trip got a kick out of – some things never change. We did two more wall dives along the Lighthouse Reef, which were spectacular and in pristine condition. The variety of coral and reef plants were striking – purples, yellows, reds, blues and even some rainbow shades all in one. On the way back from the trip, we enjoyed rum punch and the beautiful boat ride. We ran across a pod of dolphins and slipped into the water to swim with them for a few minutes before they went on their way. They entertained us with flips, spins and dives above and below the surface – it was amazing.

In addition to our days diving, we also did an outing to the Mayan Lamanai ruins back on the main land. The majority of the trip was the journey there and back, but we didn’t mind because it’s a great opportunity to see other parts of the country. On the boat rides to the main land and up the river to the ruins, we saw more dolphins, some baby crocodiles, iguanas, and even a couple manatees. Our guide was a bird expert so he pointed out many exotic birds though I couldn’t even begin to remember what they were. We had lunch at the ruins and then explored for a couple hours, climbing to the top of one very steep temple and learning about the history of the Mayan people who inhabited this settlement for nearly 1500 years. It truly puts things in perspective.

During our down time, we’ve spent plenty of hours lounging at the pool, reading, walking the beach, napping, watching movies and going to bed very early. We did manage to get out a couple of evenings. Exactly what a vacation should be! One night we headed down the bar at the end of the dock nearby and found live music – a Blues band comprised of old American and Canadian expats who could sure sing. Not surprisingly, they claim to be the only Blues band in Belize. We thoroughly enjoyed the music over a couple beers – reminding ourselves that we need to get out more to do the same back home. Our favorite eatery has been the BBQ vendor down the street who sells pieces of BBQ chicken, coleslaw, beans and tortillas at a much more reasonable price that what the restaurants charge. This little island certainly has developed its tourism industry and the prices of food, souvenirs and beach front property reflect that. We’ve been happy to have our own kitchen and patio dining area for great ambiance.

Today was our last full day on the island and it was complete with plenty of R&R, some souvenir shopping, pool sitting and finishing our books. We are going to dress up and take ourselves out to a nice dinner tonight and then to a beach bar with live music to celebrate the end to a great week. Maybe we’ll even take a dip in the ocean before retiring for the evening. Tomorrow we’ll treat ourselves to breakfast at the best joint in town – Estelle’s – and then enjoy our final hours of sunbathing before boarding our water taxi back to Belize City. I’m sure I’ll savor the last boat ride of the trip – the salty fresh smell of the ocean air, the idyllic sandy islands surrounded by crystal blue waters and, of course, the wind in my hair.

Re-Entry: Returning Home and One Year Later

The realization of "oh my God, it's over" came as we sat at the Sprint store browsing Blackberry models and walking out with new smart phones and phone numbers. Luckily for a good couple weeks, hardly anyone knew to call or email so we were able to slowly get back "online" (and it took me quite awhile to figure the darn thing out - Eric, of course was an instant tech pro).

The realization of how much time we had actually spent together (and how much we really grew to love each other's constant company) came when we parted ways for 2 hours while Eric went to a movie and I went to have lunch with my cousin. As we said our temporary goodbyes, it dawned on us that it'd been months since we'd spent this much time apart.

Thankfully, we had a few weeks to readjust. The first we spent with my family and friends in Colorado/Wyoming. Then we had a long 18-hour drive back to California. Dad generously gave us his 1990 Lexus (which, despite its 240,000 miles, still runs like a charm) and then we bought my friend Lorri's 2000 Honda. My beloved purple Saturn went to my mom for "safe keeping" - she couldn't bear to see us part with it for sentimental reasons.

Back in California, after catching up with Eric's family and our friends, we set about finding a place to live. Eric's little sister, now at Standford, graciously let us move into her room until we got situated. We were delighted to find a spacious 2-bedroom duplex with a sizable backyard, patio and space for a garden. It was a lot of fun unpacking the stuff we had shipped home to decorate our house - it's almost become a museum of our travels. I also took great pleasure in planting our first garden with the help and instruction of my mom (it was something I really wanted to do after realizing that in many parts of the world, they actually know where their food comes from). And then we had some work to do to prepare for our US wedding reception, which Eric's mom Jean so lovingly and amazingly organized. In our "extra" time, I gradually began to start working back at Blue Beyond Consulting and Eric started looking for his next career move. Suffice it to say that June was a hectic, but very enjoyable and exciting month.

Once we finally got settled, the challenge was adjusting back to "normal" life. Eric's networking and job pursuit has led him to the field of alternative energy. Specifically, working for a start-up company on building a solar farm and doing some advising on other projects. He's very passionate about this new venture and the timing couldn't be better with the nation's focus turning to clean, renewable energies. Keep your fingers crossed he will make the big bucks and fund our future travel sabbaticals. I have been working primarily with our client Juniper Networks on their Internal Communications and HR teams (with some great people) and also for a non-profit called FLOW on a program around "Accelerating Women's Entrepreneurship." Since our return, we've both learned a lot and make good progress in our careers.

Now, I would be remiss if I didn't admit to suffering a good amount of culture shock. After a year abroad having had so many incredible and eye-opening experiences, with exposure to such a diversity of lifestyles and circumstances, it's impossible to come home and NOT feel a little out of place. While Eric seemed to roll with it and adjust a bit quicker, it has taken me a lot more time. The first few months back I found particularly difficult and certainly had my fair share of ups and downs. Even now, while I am fully back in the swing of this "American life," I find myself occasionally nostalgic - missing the constant new experiences and stimulation, the cultures and people, the truly breathtaking places, and the sense of freedom and total possibility.

After a trip like this, you find that you change in a variety of ways. Some changes are obvious and become a part of how you life your life every day. For example, we have become more mindful of waste and how we consume. When the weather permits, I now dry my clothes on the clothesline I installed in the backyard. We enjoy our garden and growing our own food. We are more planful in how we grocery shop and plan our meals so that we waste less. And we've hardly been clothes shopping at all. After living out of a backpack for a year with a very limited wardrobe, you come home and look at the closet full of clothes and realize that the phrase "I don't have anything to wear" takes on a whole other meaning. I figure if I could live an entire year with 5 outfits, I can certainly make do for now with what I have in my sizable closet. In many parts of the world, people only have two or three outfits and just change them out every few days for washing. Not that I'm saying I only want 2 outfits, but it does make you realize that what we think we need, and what we actually need, are two entirely different things. Let's see...what else have we internalized...I do have to proudly report that we've gotten better about keeping in shape - it does of course help that the gym is walking distance. But we also have started taking a lot more hikes and walks. And we've gotten out a lot more to explore in our regional area, and in addition, committed to taking at least one international trip (or more, finances permitting of course) every year.

And then there are other changes you experience once home, more subtle things that you can't quite put your finger on, but that you know are different. These are the things that bubble up over time, or the little things that pull at you but you can't entirely pinpoint exactly what it is or what it means. Personally, I'm still trying to decipher and figure out what some of those learnings/insights/changes are all about. More so than before, I find myself churning and seeking clarity about my passions, my purpose and how I want to guide my life. What is most meaningful, where my core values fit in and how they are prioritized at various times. It's these kinds of deeper, underlying insights that emerge slowly over time. And it's with time and distance that you have the perspective to better understand what it means and how it will impact your life in the long term. I'd love to report that I've made great progress in figuring it out, but must admit that I'm still working through the process of reflection and personal growth to get clarity.

Every now and then, we pull a journal from the shelf to read about what we were doing one year ago on that day. It brings back fond memories and reminds us of the lessons we picked up along the way. We've also plastered the door in our kitchen with a collage of our trip photos and often admire our adventure over breakfast and talk about our fondest memories. Some of you might be wondering if I still plan to get around to writing a book. Sadly, I must admit little progress as I've found myself sucked into work and life. That being said, I still have the aspiration to do something more meaningful with the experiences from our adventure - I just need to figure out if that's a book, or if it comes in a different format/forum. I do have to say looking back at this blog, I feel quite proud of the stories we were able to share in both words and pictures. This is certainly a treasure we will cherish all our lives. And we are grateful that so many of you have shared in our experiences through this format.

In closing, we are both so incredibly grateful for the opportunity (and the support of family and friends) to leave our everyday lives to truly experience "living in the moment" in so many incredible places. We have been blessed to have met so many wonderful friends along the way, to have seen such beauty, and to have experienced such a variety of things - from elephant riding to hiking Patagonia, scuba diving to getting married with the sand between our toes. Just awesome. We hope that one day, one year, we will be able to do it all again!

Cancun, Mexico

The final stop of our trip was Cancun - more as a couple day "safety" stop after Cuba to ensure there were no suspicions from the immigration officers as we crossed back into the US from Mexico. This was also probably the most depressing stop of our trip for two reasons. The obvious of course was that it meant the trip had come to an end - our year of adventure passing so quickly. The second was the instant reality check that we were about to endure major reverse culture shock. We had become accustomed to the backpacker lifestyle - living simply, frugally, openly and easily adapting to the variety of countries and cultures we encountered. Many of those countries of course were "developing" nations without much of the excess and luxuries we have in the US.


The moment we arrived at the Cancun airport, we were surrounded by vacationing Americans dressed in stylish beach attire, many of the women adorned with large diamond rings and nice jewelry. All the Mexicans spoke fluent English (something we also were not used to) and the price of our shuttle to our hostel in downtown cost more than what we'd been paying for a room. As we waited in line for the shuttle, people were already cracking open beers and getting ready to party Cancun-style. We sat in the backseat of our van and couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable taking in one glitzy resort after another on the main strip of beach, the fancy malls inviting you to shop till you drop, and the dozens of chain restaurants all boasting a fun, party theme. There's nothing wrong with a fun vacation to relax and let loose, but coming from where we'd just been, it felt a bit overwhelming and excessive. This didn't feel like Mexico, but an extension of American luxury where your every need, want and desire is catered to if you're willing to pay the price.

I found myself missing the mountains of Patagonia, sitting outside our little tent with a cup of tea/coffee in our tin cups and eating (for the fifth day in a row) our instant oatmeal concoction before setting off for a day on the trail. I found myself missing the thatched hut on the beach in Samoa where we could open our little tarp door and take in the aqua blue ocean and watch the local kids play. I found myself missing the hammocks along the rivers in Laos where we'd lounge for hours reading and playing cards with our fellow travelers.


Our budget was pretty tight by the time we arrived to Cancun, so we chose a reasonably priced hostel in downtown as opposed to a hotel along the beach. It was a decent little place with good access to the local bus to the main strip of beach hotels restaurants. We were already beginning to anticipate the transition and so didn't feel particularly motivated to explore. We spent a lot of time in our little room finishing our books, journaling and talking. We did venture out to the local market for some shopping, but didn't find much of interest. We also made a stop at the post office to ship our Cuban goodies we found back to the US. And we did go one evening to main strip to enjoy a last dinner at Margaritaville. We didn't actually feel motivated to go to the beach...we'd spent a lot of time on beaches and were feeling more like hibernating and being low key.


We did spent one day taking a tour to the Mayan ruins at Chichen Itza. It was fascinating to see the ruins, learn the history and imagen what life must have been like in this place during the height of Mayan civilization. We also stopped off for some swimming in a huge sink hole with a waterfall, which was lovely.


In general, though, we were feeling antsy and anxious. The trip had pretty much finished and, despite some reservations about what it would be like to go home, we were eager to return and see what the next phase of life would bring. We were very much looking forward to reconnecting with family and friends and enjoying our upcoming wedding reception in June. We were excited about finding a new place to live and decorating it with all the cool treasures we'd pick up on our travels. And we were eager to see what the next phase of our careers would look like and how we would put into practice what we had learned and taken away from our trip. So, when we boarded our flight to Colorado, we were ready. Our first stop would be a visit with my family and friends on the Front Range and then a long drive back to California. It'd been a helluva year!