Adventures in traveling here, there and everywhere.
More Phoenix foodie adventures. My second night in town, my boss left and my clients had other obligations. Initially i planned on ordering room service and getting a jump start on contact reports and meeting recaps.
Then my clients did something really sweet. They put together a list of good restaurants, appropriate for a party of one and within walking distance from my hotel. I was really touched. After that gesture i would have felt like a jerk sitting in the hotel.
Enter Pizzeria Bianco. It was less than ten minutes from my hotel and gorgeous. It’s a tiny, one room restaurant with wood burning oven that takes up at least 1/4 of the place.
I sat at the bar, mixed in with a group of people who were clearly regulars. They didn’t welcome me with open arms but they also didn’t stare at me for eating by myself.
Since Pizzeria Bianco is known for pizza, and i love pizza, i took the plunge. This is the Sonny Boy, a personal favorite of the bartender. It was delicious with the right combination of sauce and cheese. The Sonny Boy is incredibly salty but that’s why i picked it.
Maybe this wasn’t the best pizza ever, but it was pretty damn good. And that’s why i’ll be going back the next time i am in Phoenix.
Up In the Clouds.
Places I never thought I would be…
…The NY Auto Show has to be pretty high on the list. And yet, that’s where i was today. Another adventure brought to me by a client. In no way am i complaining. To me, everything is an adventure and this was just another one.
I like cars but seeing people wave feather dusters over the new models just cracks me up. Obviously i am not exactly the target audience for this kind of thing.
“What are you doing for your birthday?”
I had a birthday last month and on my birthday everyone kept asking me what my exciting weekend plans were. To which I said, “my boss is sending me to Florida.”
Get your mind out of the gutter, this is not sexual. And, erase those mean thoughts. I had to go to a conference but since it was in Coconut Grove I thought it was a great birthday weekend.
When I had free time, the weather was great and the sun was shining. The conference was at the Hyatt Regency in Coconut Point, it was gorgeous. The water fall was beautiful, made me feel like I was visiting another country.
I can’t say I would or would not stay there if I was leisure traveling. For business travel the hotel was clean, had good sundries and the food was pretty good. The spa, which I never use for business travel, was terrific. The staff was friendly and paid careful attention to their work, creating a very relaxing environment. It was a great birthday present to myself. (Hence the only reason I did it.) If you want to check it out, the hotel can be found on the Hyatt website or with this link: http://coconutpoint.hyatt.com/hyatt/hotels/index.jsp?null
This post is not an endorsement, just a recap of my work travels.
People always say “turn lemons in lemonade.” I believe in the wisdom behind the phrase but i have a deep appreciate for the fact that it’s easier said then done.
We made it to Machu Picchu only to have it pour buckets and buckets of rain. This picture is evidence of the rain. Only one person in our group wasn’t soaked. And that’s because he was wearing a rubber rain suit.
I’ve wanted to go to Machu Picchu for years. No joke. I cannot begin to describe my disappointment over the rain. It was actually closer to despair and resentment. The time, the energy, the money… And finally some new friends of ours said it best: F—- it!
Side note: I actually made my best friend pose for this picture. What an amazing person: she was tired, soaked and not feeling well but still put on a smile. I knew she’d be mad if we didn’t take the picture. (I was right and she happily admitted it, after we got out of the rain.)
The agony of defeat. You get up at 3:30 in the morning to wait outside the gate to enter Machu Picchu for an hour. And once you get in the park, you hike for another hour. Why? To get to the Sun Gate for sunrise where you will be rewarded with breathtaking views of the ruins.
Here’s where the agony comes in. 30 minutes into our hike it started raining. About 15 minutes later, it was pouring. Buckets and buckets of rain. With no end in sight. No sunrise for us.