Sunday Social

After a very long weekend filled with very tough assignments, I’m finally doing my first Sunday Social link-up! This week is about travel, which is perfect since it’s pretty much my favorite thing. Also, I’m bummed I don’t have photos to go with some of my answers, but I deactivated my Facebook so I’d get work done, and all my pictures are on there.

Sunday Social

Best trip you’ve ever been on?

Summer after I graduated high school, I went on a group trip to Europe with my best friend. For 3 weeks we got to explore Italy, Turkey, and Greece and it was absolutely amazing. I’m obsessed with history and loved seeing the places people built thousands of years ago. And the food. Oh, the food. I ate so much gelato and spanokopita, but didn’t gain a pound since we walked so much. We did a cruise of the Greek islands and I fell in love with Mykonos. I bathed on the rock beaches of Capri, shopped in bella Roma, danced with Greek men in Athens, and dived into the crystal clear Mediterranean waters. I was even proposed to in a Turkish market, but still haven’t received the promised goats, so I’m single for now.

Best idea for a girls weekend trip?

Two words: Napa Valley. Wineries upon wineries upon wineries. I think a Caribbean island like the Dominican Republic would also be great: relaxing on the beach with a cocktail by day, dancing all night.

Best idea for a couples trip?

Somewhere kind of rustic with lots to explore: I think Boulder or Denver would be great. Anywhere I could have silly adventures and come back to snuggle by a fireplace at night with my Turkish lover.

Best vacation on the cheap?

This year I discovered the beauty and affordability of off-season getaways. A friend and I ventured to Newport, Rhode Island in February. Not a lot of sailboats and rich people summering in February. Luckily, our trip coincided with a big Winter Festival full of music, food, tours, and wine. Everything was very cheap: we attended a hot wing competition for lunch and ate unlimited wings for $5. We explored the amazing mansions (The Breakers is a must-see), drove along the coast, tried amazing restaurants, toured and tasted at wineries and breweries, took trips to historical sites, listened to live music, and got lots of freebies from our resort. Our accommodations were amazing and actually practically free since my friend’s family gave us their timeshare points. It was great to experience such an amazing place outside of the high costs and huge crowds of summer.

Place you most want to visit?

I want to go everywhere so this question really isn’t fair. At the moment, I’m dying to go to Buenos Aires. Also high on my list are London, India, Colorado, Spain, Thailand, California, and the French Riviera.

Vacation necessities?

Honestly, nothing. I mean, no, I don’t travel empty handed. I do make a packing list and try to adhere to it somewhat. But I’d be fine just hopping on a plane somewhere with a couple bucks in my pocket and a sense of adventure.


Age of Innocence

I stopped by my mom’s school today on my way home from a day full of meetings in which I decided to become a superhuman and overload on credits so I can finish my degree next May. After trying to convince her that I could handle this schedule without melting down or eating a baby, my mother (whom I loving refer to as Cinders, C-Doggy, or, more recently, Schwindy) then proceeded to tell me this tale.

The fifth grade teachers were running practice tests for the standardized testing that will take place when the kiddies return from spring break. Today was a writing prompt: “Tell us about a time when you were very excited about something happening”.

The teachers came into the office after school with one particular paper because they wanted to get the principal’s opinion. There was one word in the paper that they thought may require some sort of action or follow-up.

The paper had been written by a sweet, little ten-year-old girl. She wrote about her excitement for her family’s summer vacation in Cape May last year. She talked about counting down the days on her calendar, planning what to pack, and how the days seemed to drag by.

She concluded her paper with “I had so much fun on my trip and Cape May was an orgasmic experience.”


As in orgasm.

From a ten-year-old.

I didn’t know the word “orgasm” when I was ten, let alone what it meant. I didn’t even know what sex was. I thought people made babies by rubbing their belly buttons together.

The teachers, principal, vice principal, and secretaries spent almost an hour trying to figure out if she may have meant a different word. Perhaps organism? Origami? Honestly, the only word that fit the context was the one she had chosen. They decided to leave it and not take any action.

Schwind and her fellow secretary started making jokes about how Cape May could use this idea to pull in tourists.

Cape May: We’ll Make You Glad You Came