Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Yoga and My Body

This past April or May, I started taking a gentle yoga class at my gym. I have been pretty consistent with attending the class, with the exception of a period of time this past summer when I was not feeling well and at the doctor all the time. It is a gentle yoga class with a wonderful instructor, who has gone out of her way to show me modifications to help accommodate the joint issues with my wrists and knees.

Since I started the classes, I have seen some dramatic improvements in my flexibility, strength, and balance. As some of you may remember, I dealt with a bout of Guillain-Barre in February 2012 which required me to go through months of physical therapy to regain full functioning of my legs. However, I continued to struggle with mild balance issues at times. Since starting yoga, my balance issues have all completely resolved. I probably have better balance now then I did pre-Guillain-Barre.

I have noticed in my last several classes how far I have come in the class in terms of being able to do and hold the various postures. Two in particular have always challenged me and this week, I have been able to do both of them with a lot of effort, but no pain.

Something very unique happened to me today though in class. Yoga is a very get-in-tune with your body type of exercise. At the end of class, we get into a position called Shavasana or in layman's terms, the "corpse pose." I know, I know. Makes you want to run right out and sign up for yoga. It is actually a very important part of the class. It is the chance for the body to regroup and reset itself. It is almost like a deep, meditative state and is especially important for someone like me, who frequently has a hard time quieting her mind.

So after what I thought to be a very successful yoga class for me, I got into Shavasana and I began to have all these thoughts running through my head. Emotions flooded me. It reminded me of the few times when I went to acupuncture and I would start spontaneously crying for no reason. The thoughts that flooded my mind today had to do with my body and how much I have started to come to terms with it, flaws and all.

Until recently, I have always been at war with my body for one reason or another. I didn't like the way I looked: my hair was too curly, I had too much body hair, I was fat, the list went on and on. I had cancer in my mid-twenties which of course wreaks havoc on your body and self-esteem. Then came the autoimmune issues. They have caused me to be at war with my body more than any other thing that has ever happened to me. I have been working hard over the past few years on changing the way I look at myself and more importantly, the way I talk to myself. But there is something about yoga that has accelerated that process for me. Yoga allows me to see what my body is capable of, rather than how it has betrayed me.

While in Shavasana this morning, all I could think about is all the amazing things my body has done for me. Yes, I know I was supposed to be meditating and keeping my mind clear, but I figured this was all therapeutic for me, so I let myself experience it. My body has endured so much. In periods of my life, I have dumped a ridiculous amount of toxic food and drink into it, while avoiding any type of exercise. My body has endured up to fourteen hour shifts as a nurse; most of it on my feet. I have deprived it of sleep. It has undergone long and arduous tests and treatments; everything from months of radiation to bronchoscopies to surgeries. It has survived the invasiveness of it all. My body has endured toxic medications. It has enabled me to show love and affection. It has allowed me to go on adventures and experience a small part of this world. It has served me well when I have been of service to other people. This body has feed the hungry and held the hands of the suffering. It has made a difference in the life of others.

Lying still on that hard floor this morning, I became acutely aware of how amazing my body is. It is stronger today than it was yesterday. It is stronger this year than it was last year. This has not happened by chance; it has happened because I take better care of it; much better care.

As all these thoughts were going through my head this morning while lying with my eyes closed and I began to cry. It wasn't a sobbing type of cry, but more of a silent tear down the cheek type of cry; the kind where you try to stop it, but the tears keep coming. Of course as this was happening, I immediately thought about the fact that I was in a room with about twenty other people and they might see me all teary and think I was a nut. But then I realized it didn't matter. It was my yoga experience. My time to be aware of and rejoice in my body.

So thank you yoga.
And of course, thank you body.
Thank you for serving me well.

Friday, October 18, 2013

Running, Sjögren's, Races, and Disney

As a child and teenager growing up, I was not the athletic type. One of my worse memories as a freshman in high school was having to run a hundred yard dash in gym class. And then a relay. A relay involves team members and after the hundred yard dash, I was known to be the slowest runner. Of course you know what that meant. I was the last person picked for my relay team. I was embarrassed and humiliated; which was a common occurrence for me in gym class, except for when I was playing volleyball. I was, and still am, decent at playing volleyball.

Over the past several years, I have been working on my fitness level. I have lost about sixty-five pounds and I am probably in the best cardiovascular shape of my life. My joints are often a mess but my heart does just fine. I pale in comparison to many other people who can spend hours at the gym, but I know I am doing the best I can with this lousy autoimmune illness, so I try not to compare myself to others; just to myself.

About two years ago, I decided I wanted to be a runner. My Sjögren's related joint pain had quieted down, thanks to hefty doses of prednisone, and for some reason, I thought running would be a good idea. However I only lasted several weeks before my knees started to act up in a big way and I was afraid that I was doing more harm than good. To be honest, I also didn't know what I was doing in terms of stretching, cooling down, and all those other important things that have to do with running. I had also started to wean down on my prednisone to a point where I came off it completely. Not only did that affect my knees, but most of my upper joints as well. At that point, I decided that as a person with an autoimmune illness, I would never be able to run again.

Things have changed since then. I have started several different alternative medicine treatments, which have enabled me to tolerate the lower doses of prednisone much better. I am carrying less weight and my fitness level has improved. So I have made two very big decisions:

I am going to run again. Or at least, I am going to try very hard to run again.

That was the first decision. I came home from my honeymoon in Disney and decided that I was going to try running again. The reasons are varied. To me, running represents pushing my body beyond its limits. And trust me, my body has a LOT of limitations, and I am tired of them. I want to be stronger and I want that endorphin rush that comes from running and from pushing my body to the limit. I want to do something that to me, and to most Sjögren's patients, seems like the impossible. Over the past two years, I have done quite a few things that at one time, seemed impossible for me to do. The biggest example is that I am in the process of publishing my first book. Another example is the $7000+ dollars I raised in the period of one month to publish said book.

I am doing the running thing quite a bit differently this time around. I am doing my homework by researching training techniques, especially in relation to injury prevention. Thanks to yoga and Pilates, my hips and back should make it through the runs. My bigger concern is my ankle and knee joints. I have an old ankle injury from a fall in 2012 that so far, seems to be holding up pretty well thanks to yoga. Before I started taking yoga classes, I was looking at the possibility of an ankle surgery, but that is no longer an issue. After five runs, I am already starting to feel it in my inner knees, however I am not sure if this discomfort is joint related or muscle related as the pain is different than my typical knee joint pain. My body could just not be used to running. However, I have incorporated some pre and post-run stretches into my routine, as well as icing my knees after each run. This helped quite a bit after today's run. I have also learned that I need to do better with my nutrition and on strengthening my core. Luckily, I love Pilates. I feel that Pilates and yoga will go a long way in helping me with not only my autoimmune symptoms, but with my running as well.

When I tried running two years ago, I found this awesome running store in a town about forty-five minutes away and got properly fitted for running shoes. Even though I stopped running at that time, I found that running sneakers were the best sneaker for me because I overpronate when I walk. Before we went to Disney, I went back there to be fitted for another pair of sneakers. Earlier this year, I developed plantar fasciitis and was referred to an orthotics specialist who fitted me for orthotic inserts that go in my sneakers. I think that those have been a big help with running.

So I am taking it slow, very slow. I have friends who are helping me out by providing me with knee strengthening exercises (thanks Heather!) and I continue to research and learn as much as possible. And I do not run. I do a run/walk with my goal of doing a mile in fifteen minutes three times a week. That's it. When I can do that for several weeks, I will consider upping the distance and/or the time. I think last time I attempted running, I tried to do too much, too soon. I will be smarter this time.

I am well aware that this running thing could not work out, which is why even though I have been mentioning on my personal Facebook page that I have started to run, I haven't been as vocal about some other plans that I have. The reason is simple: I am afraid that if I say anything publicly and then fail at running, I will look like a failure. Then I realized that just the fact that I am TRYING to run again makes me a success. The fact that I am willing to go outside of my comfort zone makes me a success. But there is something I want to do more than anything:

I want to run a race.
Specifically a half marathon at Disney World in January 2015 for Team Sjögren's.

After spending a week at Disney and then hearing about my friend, Heidi, who has Sjögren's, training for her first Disney marathon to take place this January, I decided that I want that experience as my goal. A goal so seemingly insurmountable that it is almost laughable to me. But I want it and I want it bad. Part of it is probably because I like the challenge of trying to accomplish something that I was told I could not do. I know that there is a strong likelihood that if and when I do a race, I will finish dead last. I am O.K. with that. I just want to finish.

So I have made some other running goals. Five months from now is the Holyoke Road Race. It's a pretty big deal in the area where I live and it is the day before the big St. Patrick's Day Parade in Holyoke, MA. I have always wanted to be a part of it but never thought it was possible. It is a 10K race which means that the course is six miles.

Six miles.
Good Lord.

Then again, a half marathon is 13.1 miles so I better start somewhere. There is also a race Memorial Day weekend which I would LOVE to do. It is called the Run To Remember race in Boston and its goal is to honor fallen Massachusetts law enforcement officers. There is a five mile course and it runs through downtown Boston, one of my favorite places in the world. I think that if I can get through both of these races, including the training, I will be able to make a more firm decision about booking tickets for Disney in January 2015. At least that is the plan my husband and I have come up with so far!

There. I have said it. I am going to run and try to do a race...or several races. I will stay positive, be gentle with myself and my efforts, and try to remember that this will take time and a lot of patience. I am also VERY receptive to any suggestions and advice that any of my readers have for me. Please fell free to leave them in the comments section below.

Monday, October 14, 2013

The Patriots, The Red Sox, and Me

Yes, I know I am supposed to be writing Disney blog entries right now, but sometimes I just have to go with whatever thoughts are running around in my head and today, it is about sports. Yes, you heard me correctly; sports! I realized as I was getting ready to write this that I don't think I have ever written a blog entry about organized professional sports or sporting events. What a shame.

In all honesty, I have not been to too many professional sporting events. Until this past year, I had been to maybe two Red Sox games when I was younger, a handful of minor league hockey games, and one Boston Bruins hockey game. I come from a family of New England Patriots fanatics, but I never cared too much about sporting events until sometime in my early thirties when I was trying to make my first marriage work by attempting to meet my ex-husband halfway. I thought that participating in some of his interests would help our relationship. That didn't work out obviously, but I did develop some passion for football and hockey; mostly in regards to the Patriots and the Bruins. I love the fast pace of hockey and overall, I like the game of football.

Over the next few years, I divorced and lived alone. My health was in terrible shape and I didn't have the resources or the good health to invest in attending professional sporting events, so oftentimes I would go with friends, or a date, to UMASS hockey games and Springfield Falcons games. I came to realize that I much preferred watching events live as opposed to watching them on television.

However, I started watching games more often on television when I started dating my husband, because he loves his Patriots, Bruins, and Celtics. He is not as much of a baseball fan but then again, neither was I. I love Sundays in the fall when we kick back in our sweats, watching the Patriots on television, and I find myself getting caught up in my local team's progress. Boston all the way!

My husband and I had the opportunity to bid on tickets at a charity auction back in March of this year. We very much wanted Patriots tickets as I had never been to an NFL game and he had never been to Gillette Stadium, and I have been desperately wanting to go for over seven years. There were also Red Sox tickets for auction and although I didn't like baseball, I love Boston and Fenway Park. So we bid on both. And we won both. Fenway and Gillette, here we come!

The Red Sox game was Memorial Day weekend, which was the weekend in between our wedding ceremony and our wedding reception. Not the best timing, but it was a welcome break from the craziness of it all. The seats were excellent; right at third base and close to the field. It had been about twenty-five years since I had been to a game and within ten minutes of being at the park, I was a Red Sox fan. It was such a different experience watching the game live as opposed to on television. I loved the history of Fenway itself, the energy of the crowd, everything. And, I found the game itself interesting. Luckily, I know the basics of how the game is played, which made it that much more enjoyable.

Fenway Park

It was an amazing game, one of the top two games of the season up until the writing of this blog. The Sox played the Cleveland Indians and were down five runs, I believe, in the ninth inning. People were actually leaving the park, thinking the game was over. Sure, it was disappointing that it looked like they were going to lose but I NEVER leave an event early: not a concert, sporting event, movie, nothing. I'm too cheap. I figure that if I pay good money for tickets, I am going to enjoy every single minute of it. Also, I have seen way too many sporting events on TV where miracles happen!

Sure enough, at their last time at bat, the Red Sox scored enough runs to win the game. People couldn't believe it and the crowd went wild. It was an adrenaline rush that I knew was unique to Fenway Park and the Boston Red Sox. I couldn't stop thinking or talking about it for days. At this point, the Sox are in the playoffs and had another amazing game last night, where they came from behind to win.

Enter October. We had four Patriots tickets and I was beyond excited to go to Gillette Stadium and watch the Patriots compete against the New Orleans Saints. We invited another couple, who we are good friends with, to join us, and we decided to make a day out of it. Rumor has it that the best way to enjoy a Patriots game is to tailgate before the game. So we borrowed a portable grill, loaded up the coolers, and we headed out to Foxboro, arriving four and a half hours before game time. By the way, I highly recommend doing that. The game was at 4:25pm and we arrived a little before noon. We hit minimal traffic, got a parking spot not too far from the walkway into the stadium, and had a great tailgating experience. We even tailgated after the game as it didn't look like we were getting out of there anytime soon. Might as well eat and sit in a comfy chair instead of being frustrated in a car, sitting in traffic!

The white van is ours. That is my husband sitting in the blue chair and our friends, Jane and Dave, standing up.

The tailgating was a blast. We had people parked next to us from New Brunswick, Canada. They had traveled down for a Sox game the night before and then drove to Foxboro for the Patriots game. They were very experienced tailgaters; their truck was even equipped with a portable potty for women only. No lie. They introduced us to grilled moose and reintroduced me to frozen margaritas. My husband and I walked around the parking lot at one point and it was amazing to see the tailgating setups people had. Large screen televisions, outdoor game setups, campfires, all kind of different unique cooking methods/appliances, tents, you name it. These people take their tailgating seriously! It was a lot of fun. We found people to be extremely helpful and generous with their food and drink. It was just one big party!

Tailgating. I loved all the American flags that we saw up in the parking lot.

Gillette Stadium is an experience in itself. Because we were having so much fun tailgating, we didn't get to spend as much time at Patriots Place as we would have liked. It is a large shopping complex right next to the stadium and it is a place that is open at times other than game days, so we will be going back.

My husband and I going into Gillette.

Our seats for this sporting event were pretty much as high as you can get in Gillette Stadium. There were only about fifteen rows behind us. It was us in the sky; at least that is how it felt. But I found that the view was great, even with being so high up. Plus the ten-fifteen minute walk up to our seats helped me work off that Canadian margarita. We were surrounded by mostly Patriots fans and some Saints fans. We found the Saints fans to be pretty friendly but I did overhear a few comments from the Patriots fans about the Saints fans that I thought was very uncalled for. A woman behind me started talking loudly about how she hates it when the other team's fans are sitting near her. I believe these were season tickets seats, so she probably always expects to be surrounded by Pats fans, but it was a bit rude. There was also an incident where at the end of the game, a Pats fan came flying over the rows of seats to get in the face of a Saints fan (a woman). I don't know if he touched her as I was turned towards my husband, but he was yelling and screaming in her face. He was so out of control that he bumped into me in the process and then of course, the woman got enraged with him screaming in her face and went chasing after him.

Dusk in Foxboro.

View from our seats.

Other view from our seats.

I am a big fan of cheering for the home team and friendly competition, but I am also a fan of not being a jerk. There was joking around between us and the Saints fans about our teams being better, how they were going to win, etc. but it was respectful. Not all people are like that and it's a shame. I think when you are the home team, you should act in a way that is representative of your home. For me, that means welcoming. But, that's what happens when people consume a lot of alcohol too.

None of this really mattered in terms of how much we enjoyed the game though. Like the Red Sox game, it was an incredible game. Like baseball, it also goes by much faster when you are at the game. We thought we were going to lose at the two minute mark after the Saints scored. Again, people started to empty out of the stadium. Fools. This is Tom Brady (quarterback) that we are talking about and if anyone can pull off a Hail Mary, it's him. Sure enough, him and the team did an offensive drive that happened so quickly (there were no time outs left and the clock was ticking) that if you blinked, you missed something. With five seconds left in the game, Tom Brady threw a touchdown pass that won the game. It was simply amazing. People were going nuts. Friends and family were texting and calling me to make sure that we hadn't left the game early. It was a great first NFL game to see, no doubt about it.

My husband and I. My mom, a breast cancer survivor, made me this pink awareness scarf for the game. October is breast cancer awareness month and the Patriots wear pink on their uniform.

So I am hooked on live professional sporting events. I do wish it didn't cost so much money to go. If it didn't, I would be a Patriots season's ticket holder for sure. But it is what it is. I was grateful for the opportunity to go, to spend quality, fun time with my husband and friends, and to be a part of something bigger than myself. So until next time, thank you Boston!

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Kickstarter Contributors: Tales From the Dry Side

As many of you may remember, I did a Kickstarter funding campaign this past summer in order to raise money to self-publish my first book, Tales From the Dry Side: The Personal Stories Behind the Autoimmune Illness Sjögren's Syndrome. The campaign was an astounding success and I exceeded my fundraising goal of $7000 by raising $7305.

The campaign was based on a rewards program, which provided an incentive based on the dollar amount donated. One of the incentives was that the contributor's name would appear in a special blog entry on Thoughts and Ramblings. This is it!

I feel like I don't have adequate words to describe the gratitude I feel towards my Kickstarter contributors. All of them believed enough in this project, and in me, to donate their hard earned money towards my dream of publishing a book that talks about what it is like to live with this challenging illness. Sometimes I lie awake at night, right before I drift off to sleep, thinking about how many people this book will help.

Tales From the Dry Side is currently in the process of being published. The interior has been designed, I have approved the final copy of the front and back covers (it looks incredible!), and the final draft of the manuscript has been edited and reviewed. I am anticipating that the final product will be available before Christmas and hopefully, even by Thanksgiving.

So without further ado, and with humble thanks, the following people donated $100 or more to the Kickstarter campaign:

Lucy Bender
William Bowers and Alisande Watterson
Nancy Crabbe
Michael and Lauren Donati
Trish Duffy and Ed Jazab
Tina Forrister
Annika Johansson
Paul and Beth Kheboian
Martha LaCroix
Joe Leonczyk
Carla Meredith
Dennis and Jeanne Molloy
Dennis Molloy, Jr.
Paul and Jean Rouillard
Dr. John Savoia, D.D.S.
Heidi Syndergaard
Jeffry and Jackie Traw
Gladys Vargas
Drew Wendelken
Steven and Karen Wilmes
Suzanne Boisvert-Wood
Carol Wood
Jessica L. Zaydak

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Disney Honeymoon Part One: Animal Kingdom Lodge

Exactly one week since we have returned from our honeymoon at Disney World and I am finally getting some time to start my blog series about the trip. I am not sure yet how many parts there will be, but I am guessing at least six or seven separate entries. Some of the writing will be informative and some of it will describing my own personal experiences; especially in relation to how I managed my illness while traveling.

Today I will be focusing on the hotel we stayed at: Animal Kingdom Lodge. My husband took his kids to Disney years and years ago and stayed at one of the value resorts. I went with college friends about twenty years ago and stayed at a Red Roof Inn somewhere in Orlando. Because this was our honeymoon, we wanted to stay somewhere special and it was very easy for us to decide that we both wanted to stay at Animal Kingdom Lodge (AKL).

During a very scary emergency room visit in February 2012, I asked my then fiancé to talk about something good to distract me from the fact that a doctor had just told me I possibly had a blood clot in my lung (pulmonary embolism) and would need to be admitted. My fiancé began to talk about our honeymoon and how we would stay at AKL with a savanna view so that we could wake up to the animals every day. I argued that it was too expensive but he insisted that it was a special time and not to worry about it. I still joke about how blood clots in my lungs (because yes, I did have them) helped me wrangle a savanna view! Although anyone who knows my husband knows better than that, because he is incredibly generous every day and not just on special occasions.

From the moment we checked in on September 24th, I was blown away by this place. I had read a ton of reviews online and although a lot of them were positive, a lot of people complained about a few particular things, such as how far AKL is from most of the Disney parks. Let me tell you, when I walked into that majestic lobby with all of its beautifully crafted wood, the last thing I cared about was time spent on the bus! Even the front desk looked majestic. And the smell, oh don't get me started on the smell. Every time we walked through those doors, the aroma of wood and I don't know what else would assault my senses.

Animal Kingdom Lodge lobby

We arrived around 12:30 and our room was not ready because they were going to put us into a room with two queen beds and we decided to wait the extra few hours so that we may get a room with a king bed instead. I guess this is the point where I should tell the whole story about the issues we had the first twenty-four hours with our room.

We got into our room about 3:30pm, unpacked, and immediately left for our 5:15 dinner reservation at The Polynesian. I had medications and food that needed to be refrigerated and put them in there as soon as we got into the room. We left and were gone for about five hours only to come home, grab a drink, and realize it was warm. The fridge wasn't working. The other major issue was that from the second I walked into the room, I noticed how much it smelled like mold/mildew. It was overwhelming. We figured maybe the room just needed to be aired out and we had left the balcony door open to accomplish this. When we returned from dinner, I called the front desk about the fridge. I was a bit upset although I think I handled it pretty well. I was exhausted from traveling all day and I didn't know if my injectable medicine or liquid medicine had been affected at all. The food I decided was not worth the risk and we never ate it. They came up to our room at 10pm with a brand new refrigerator and that was that.

The next morning I woke up and my breathing was a little tight, which it has not been in quite some times. I have severe mold allergies and asthma and I was concerned that it was the room. My guess is that the smell had something to do with the fridge not working as that is where the smell was the worse. Plus, it was just disgusting. For $400/night, our room should not smell. Actually, most of that hallway smelled. We spoke with the front desk and they said they would assign us a new room. That proceeded to take all day. We had agreed to a handicap accessible room so as not to lose the king sized bed. Meanwhile we had to repack all our stuff and leave it with bell services while we were at the park. There was a lot of miscommunication throughout the day and finally at 4:30pm, our new room was ready and we unpacked all over again just in time to make our next dinner reservation.

Because of the inconvenience, the hotel upgraded our room. I was a bit confused at first because I though the only room better than a savanna view room was a suite and this certainly wasn't that. At AKL there is a $40/night difference in room price between the Uzima view, which was our first room and the Arusha view, which was our new room. One of the other issues was that there were minimal animals on the Uzima savanna the first 24 hours we were there so this mold and room change issue ended up working out for us because we LOVED the new room with the Arusha view. We frequently had zebras, giraffes, elands, springbok, pelicans and all kind of other animals right outside our balcony. Plus the new room was closer to the lobby, without being too close, which was very helpful for me in getting to the bus stop.

Once we were in our new room, we never had another issue with the hotel. We absolutely loved the place. They had plenty of hotel related events and experiences available so that you could learn more about the African culture. Chuck and I both enjoyed chatting with the staff, most of whom were from various parts of Africa. It appeared that they all truly enjoyed their jobs and really went out of their way to make our experience enjoyable.

View from our balcony

There are two parts to AKL: Jambo House and Khidani Village. They each have their own bus stop. We stayed at Jambo House and Khidani Village is a Disney Vacation Club location so you have to be a member to stay there I believe. The pool and surrounding pool area is probably the best I have ever enjoyed. There is a zero entry pool which is wonderful for people with disabilities as well as two secluded hot tubs. There is a pool bar, which I found delightful, because they had this awesome frozen drink called a Moscato Colada (SKYY Infusions Moscato Grape, Vodka, Blue Curacao, pina colada mix, and passion fruit/mango foam) and it was nice to have a place to hang out and just enjoy being on vacation. It was a good place for me because AKL property is loaded with trees which meant more shade to keep me from getting sick. I would have liked to have spent more time there but well, there are only so many hours in a day. And only so many days in a vacation!

The gift shop at AKL was probably my favorite as it had so many different types of things. I also liked the fact that in an Disney park, you can have your order sent to your hotel gift shop so that you are not lugging packages around all day. It's the small things...

I found the food at AKL amazing. On the second night, when we finally were settled in our new room, we ate at Jiko. Jiko is their fancier restaurant and it was really quite a treat. You know you're in a top quality restaurant when they put the linen napkin on your lap for you. I tried a South African Shiraz wine called Jam Jar and fell in love with it, maybe a little too much so! The chef came out to talk to me to discuss my food restrictions and she made me my own meal (meaning not on the menu) of sirloin steak with a rice/quinoa medley. The appetizer was the best though. It was an African plate I wanted to try with pita bread and different African dips/toppings. I told the chef this and she brought the pita for my husband and brought me something called pappadam, which is made from lentils and is like a very thin tortilla with spices, also gluten/dairy-free. It was very peppery which was right up my alley. The dips included bhuna masala, sagh dahl, Moroccan chermoula, and kalamata hummus. The only one I didn't like was the kalamata hummus because I don't like olives. I found the tastes to be exquisite, which surprised me since I used to be such a picky eater.

There is a quick service cafeteria at AKL but we never ate there. However we did eat at another AKL restaurant called Boma. Oh, how I loved Boma! Reason being was that it was a buffet so I could try different dishes I was unfamiliar with and not be stuck hungry because I didn't like my meal. I also liked it because there were some familiar foods created with African flavor. For example, there was a cucumber salad that I just couldn't get enough of as well as a cabbage slaw infused with spices. This is also where I tried bobotie for the first time. Bobotie is a South African dish made with minced meat, egg, and some yummy spices. Yes, I just said yummy! It's all baked together and I think I could have eaten it every day I was there. I did not do gluten/dairy-free at Boma and I am pretty sure the bobotie had bread crumbs in it but I gave myself the leeway considering I was on a good dose of prednisone to protect me. I did that for a few other meals as well during our trip.

We did not have too much trouble with the driving distances from AKL to the parks, but we were there during one of Disney's lowest seasons. I found that it depended on the time of day you attempted to travel. I also heard complaints about having a hard time getting on the bus if you were in a scooter, because the buses could only take so many scooters at once. Again, not a problem for me. We found the most difficult bus trips were to Downtown Disney and Typhoon Lagoon which can take as long as an hour, depending on traffic. The second furthest destination was Magic Kingdom and the ride took anywhere from fifteen-thirty minutes.

This was my philosophy for our trip (and it came in handy during the room fiasco): We were on our honeymoon and no way in hell was I going to let anything freak me out. When you stay on Disney property and use their bus transportation, you have to accept that at times, it may be slower going than if you have a car. And you're on vacation, so relax. Overall, I liked the fact that AKL was more removed from all the busyness and craziness of Disney. It was a nice retreat to go to at the end of the day and enjoy being on vacation. We had seen a few other resorts during our stay and I have to say, we saw far less children at AKL compared to those other resorts. I love kids more than anything but well, I don't have any and I was on my honeymoon. I was more than fine with leaving them behind at the Magic Kingdom!

Despite the inconvenience of our first twenty-four hours at AKL, I would definitely stay there again: the architecture, the smells, the music, and the food; all an experience I will never forget.

Friday, October 4, 2013

Home From Vacation

I'm back from vacation. My husband and I were fortunate enough to go on our honeymoon to Walt Disney World for eight days, but I took about two weeks off from blogging and writing. The trip was simply amazing. It has been a crazy couple of days trying to play catch up with medical appointments, unpacking, laundry and all that fun stuff. Today I am hoping to finish reviewing the edits on the manuscript for Tales From the Dry Side. If not, it will be tomorrow. THEN I can start blogging about our Disney adventures. But until then here are some of my favorite moments:

* Spending eight whole days with my husband and the bonding we were able to do.

 * Wild Africa Trek that we took at Animal Kingdom.

 * House of Blues Gospel Brunch: especially watching my husband's reaction to the music/show.

 * Watching zebras and giraffes from our balcony every day.

 * The dinner and evening we spent at Raglan Road.

 * Seating in the first seat of Space Mountain, which my husband graciously let me have.

 * Our impromptu trip to MK one night for the Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party.

 * Parasailing 800-900 feet into the air and the view of Cinderella's Castle.

 * Polka dancing in Germany at Biergarten with my husband.

 * All the awesome people we met (both cast members and tourists). Loved getting to learn different cultures/opinions/stories.

 * Watching the Go-Go's at Epcot after a very kind man graciously gave up his seat so Chuck and I could sit together.

 * The first few moments I walked into the Magic Kingdom...just magical!

 * My first water park and first water park slide.

 * Snorkeling for the first time.

 * Dinner at Coral Reef restaurant.

 * Character breakfast which was impromptu as well.

 * Front seat on Splash Mountain.

 * Realizing that my husband and I travel extremely well together as we compliment each other.

 * The last night when my husband thanked me for all the planning I did and for introducing him to so many new experiences.
I will be doing a series of blog entries about our experiences at Disney as soon as the final draft of the manuscript for Tales From the Dry Side is complete. Stay tuned and again, thanks for reading!