If You Like Pina Coladas

Mom and I had a fun week in Puerto Rico.  Our hotel wound up only being so so, but we made it work.  The place clearly caters to vacationers who want to go through their holiday piss drunk.  The pool bar was the most popular destination at the resort.  Not our scene.  At least we know to go elsewhere next year.  On the subject of drinking, the pina colada was created at a bar inside this resort in the 1950s.  It is the hotel's claim to fame.  And yes, the pina coladas are pretty damn good there. 

View from our bedroom

Really ugly art at a local restaurant

Easter Travels & Back On Track

Kenny and I really enjoyed our golf weekend at the Ritz-Carlton in Portugal.  I am only a beginner golfer and was very anxious about playing for three days in a row.  This anxiety grew when I learned that we would be playing with others.  I usually only play with Kenny and wasn't thrilled that I would have to keep up with much better golfers.  Luckily the husband and wife duo we played with on day one were very nice.  We had a great time with them, and my confidence improved after that round.  The mother and daughter pair from day two were decidedly less pleasant, but Kenny and I still enjoyed ourselves.  The caddie master let us play by ourselves on Sunday, and that was just fantastic.  My game is improving-- I just need to take more lessons.

I am happy to report that my body is now back on track.  I haven't made it back to the gym yet but am remaining active.  My schedule has been hectic, and I just haven't had the time to exercise.  I have started losing weight again, and I am no longer craving crazy foods.  I do have a strong desire for these little suckers though.     
 

Now that Easter is behind me, I must stop with the chocolate!

I am going to New Jersey tomorrow and will stay for about a month.  Mom and I are heading to a resort in Puerto Rico this weekend for our annual 'a mom and her kid' vacation.  Even though I see my mom pretty frequently (especially considering that I live over 3,500 miles away), I always look forward to having an excuse to spend more time with her. 

I seem to always be packing, unpacking or repacking.  Today is no different.  I need to unpack from my last three trips in order to repack for tomorrow.  Off I go.  Toodles.