Fitness

Under de sea!

For our short journey in Tobago, we’ll be staying with a super fella that could go by something along the lines of “the energizer bunny”, but we’ll just call him Duane. He’s a stand up paddle boarding, snorkeling, free diving, kayaking, island tour guiding genius that combines all of his hobbies to provide an incredible experience for visitors. What a wonderful place to have spectacular friends!

The first excursion had us driving to the starting point of a walk… to get to the starting point of a swim… that would get us to the starting point of the snorkeling. Tired yet? Nonsense, it’s play time!  
    

This was the point on the barefoot walk that would have had my mom a bit skittish.  Indeed, you’re looking at the remains of a snake.
  You can clearly see Duane already starting to share his plethora of knowledge. So cool! 

  This is right before we dove in, what a brilliant shot for a handstand.  (Thank you Ryan for the sneak a pic)
     Silly definition of the day: SNELFIE – a selfie while snorkeling. 

I took these to give you an idea of just how far out we were.  This wasn’t your shoreline disneyland of a playground.  I thoroughly enjoyed being encouraged to take the not so easy route to see what was beyond the sandbox.  
   
    
  This was a cool shot, Ryan caught me taking a photo of him taking a photo of me.  You can see Duane’s arm in both pictures.  
     
  This made me giggle (like so many things), look how graceful these fine gentlmen guide through the water.  Then there’s my defense pose after seeing an eel.  We have photo reviews underwater. I love it. 

  

 I feel like the photo below exudes the natural high that comes from being active in the elements surrounded  by healing saltwater and quality people. This picture also announces that my mask was too tight.
 After an aquatic workout like that, a local meal with a few cold beverages seemed to be the perfect way to finish off the evening. At Joanne’s, they post what she made for the day and you simply pick whatever you’d like to fill your take away box.  I went with a small portion of fish, provisions, peas and patchoi.  
One must always appreciate a sunset! First night in Tobago… Magical.  
   

  

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No sample cups needed

Are you as excited as I was?! Today we got to go to the local farmers market and see what Trinidad has to offer. Favorite thing to do when I arrive to a new place… check! 
Let’s start with the usual items you’d expect to see at any open air market.  

 Local vegetables and fruit galore! This was my first time seeing a yellow watermelon. I was jumping on the opportunity to try it, but was informed by the others that it tastes exactly like the red one (enter disappointed face here).  

    

    
Studies show that local raw honey contains pollen that is specific to your area and therefore can really help seasonal allergies. Here in Trinidad, it’s the only option as it’s illegal to import honey to the island. I love that they left the comb in some of the jars!
 Kombucha tea seems to be making a world wide tour since I first heard of it back in the states. I love to be reintroduced to it as a “brand new wonder drink”. Yes please, I’ll take 2. 

 Today, Ryan went with a loaded Arepa. Spilling over two pieces of fried bread are hunks of pork, beef, cheese, black beans and a homemade sauce. To me, it sounded like a stomach ache waiting to happen. To him, it was breakfast. For the sake of trying all things new, I geared up for a bite (you can tell how thrilled I was). A mini nibble was all I needed to stand up and keep looking around!
    
On my scavenge around, I ran into a popular dish that was put on my “must try list” by a local friend (thank you Lisa!). Curried crab and dumpling is a soup of whole crab marinating in a coconut curry broth. I asked for their smallest cup but was quickly informed that the only option was a family bowl, no… more like bucket size. When debating on my order, he offered me a sample (if you know me well, I rarely turn down a bite) so I put my hands together in a “thank you”stance. 

This is when he just stared at me. What seemed to be a solid minute of awkward giggling (by him, not me) he then opened my hands and said “here”. Ohhhh, I get it! 
I decided against the crab and kept enjoying the variety that was before me. Here’s a dose of some other options. 

    
 This one stopped me for a moment in curiosity. Is it three separate things, fish, tea OR soup? Nope, it was definitely “fish tea soup”. This I had to try! The broth had a perfect balance of sweet, salty and spicy with solid pieces of pumpkin, potato and white fish. Warning to future visitors, several dishes down here include the bone, so I highly suggest that you don’t chomp away like it’s your grandmas noodle soup!  
  
Sweet tooth? To my minimal experience so far, most of Trinidad has one! They fill this desire with a variety of sugar based treats ranging from Indian delights to homemade candy and ice-cream. I was drawn to this stand from all the color and the small sign that said “Cassava pone”.  Pone is not a pudding, not a cake, but somewhere in between. It’s usually made from root vegetables (this one from cassava) but you can also make them with carrots, sweet potatoes or pumpkin. 

I bought it to share and when she handed it to me, it was as if she passed a crumb covered brick. This thing was solid! Not my favorite splurge. 

 
Besides edibles, there were tables showing off jewelry, artwork, handbags and more.  What market would be complete without live music and a sitting area in which you can enjoy the surroundings!   

 Through the vibration of the cultural music, I could faintly here trickling of water… where was it coming from? Oh my, check out this one of a kind seating!  A typical picnic table covered in greens, with a small stream running right through the middle leading to a dainty waterfall.

When I grow up (or at least have an address) I will have one of these to share in good company!

  

As if all of the above wasn’t enough, the walk back to the car presented us with a colorful path of delicate flowers, blooming trees and fresh growing herbs.      

Next step up the stairs of this Trinidadian adventure leads us on a quick trip to Maracus Beach. If you speak with any Trini or previous visitor, they will most likely mention this hot spot. Why is it so special? I’ve been told 2 main reasons. First of all, it’s one of the few waterfronts protected by a deep bay creating a prime lounging area. Secondly, it’s known for the popular dish called “shark and bake” or “bake and shark” (depends who you’re talking with). This is a world famous sandwich that consists of two pieces of soft fried bread with a portion of shark as the meat. You then line up at what resembles a salad bar and top it off with whatever sauces, veggies and extras that you prefer. From garlic spreads to pepper sauces, coleslaw to fresh lettuce. Here’s a few shots from the drive to this trendy north coastal region.  

 A pit stop to check out the tourist section of our day. Here you can take a break and purchase some typical treats and souvenirs. A well known goodie along these parts is called chow. Chow is almost ripened fruit soaked in lime, garlic, herbs, salt and pepper. Although you can find it in a variety of flavors, you’ll often see mango, plum or pineapple.   We made it to Maracas Beach!
  
 
Chastine had made the comment that it “always rains on this beach”. After proving her wrong with the bright blue sky, within minutes (no exaggeration) nature giggled back with this… 

  Oh well, no law against having a shark and bake in the rain!  

 

Can you believe it’s only afternoon? Whew! I’m so grateful for Ryan with his photo skills and willingness to share… our friends with their high energy (you all are the best guides!) and this stunning country that has given me new material to stimulate the senses. Much more to come!  
  

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Scorching past noon o’clock

This is a quick post to share one more way I attempt to stay, as my grandma Speer would say, “wide-eyed and bushy tailed”. Clean(ish) eating, social stimulation and a positive attitude help me stay healthy while along this unpredictable journey that I’ve chosen for myself. 

Physical fitness is another piece of the pie-o-well-being. Some of my favorites abroad have been cave hiking in New Zealand, outdoor gymnasium in Penang, rock-climbing in Yosemite and sand-boarding in Peru. You can imagine with over 3 years of random activities, this beautfiul list could go on and on.  Ill stop there and refer you to that snazzy little link to the right of your screen that says “fitness”.  Click there or here to see all of the experiences while traveling that have given me some sort of physical activity.  Even to the bizarre workouts in airports, you have to make time for yourself… if you don’t, who will?

When my flat mate (aka-amazing friend who’s sharing his space with me) suggested we run a mini marathon I was all for it! With less than 2 weeks to prepare, we started working our way up to be comfortable running a 5K.  That may not seem like much to you super-star runners, but considering the last race I proudly ran was a half marathon in 2009, I’m feeling pretty pumped!  Here’s a look at my first (and only) race until today. 

 
To my knowledge, a large portion of races start early in the moring to beat the days heat, especially in tropical weather like the Caribbean. Well today we cross the start line at 4pm or in other words, scorching past noon o’clock. I will say however, the coastal drive to the event made for a peaceful beginning. 

 
We’re here in St.Andrew on the East Coast and clearly so is everyone else.

 
Time to prep for the heated jaunt through one of the most stunning landsacpes I’ve ever purposly ran.  The announcer said to pin your number and suggested to stretch out.  Jason went Mary Katherine Gallegher style and I decided, “Why yes my shirt is a bit tight, stretching it out is a brilliant idea!” 


Of course a Bajan marathon starts at a bar. Here’s a look around while we wait. 
   
 
Queue up and get ready! But first, always make time for a handstand shot…

   
Really stop and please take a moment to realize the view that will carry us through this course. It’s simply breath taking… or maybe my breath was out from running, but either way it was magical!

    
Necessary liquid stations? Not water for drinking, more like “soak me please”!  
 
The following bundle of photos were snapped along the run. Yes, of course I took my camera! 

    
    
Rounding the final bend brought several thumbs up and a few cheers as we completed what we had started. It doesn’t matter if you walked a lap or sprinted miles, when you cross any type of finish line, I believe there’s an involuntary spark of endorphins that fill your spirit. Rejuvenating to say at the least!

   Thank you woman in pink for setting a perfect pace and allowing me to chip in your shadow. 
 
Success! What’s waiting for us at the finish line? A cool down, a few high fives and a snack of local yogurt and fruit! Yes please.

  

Lastly, a piggyback to the truck for a windows down, sweaty-smile kind of ride home.  

Way to keep your eyes on the road my friend. For anyone who’s ever driven, ridden or been to Barbados, you know this is completely necessary!  
 

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Dear Feathers… please move.

K-A-D-O-O-M-E-N-T (sounds like kuh-doo-ment): Is the grand finale parade that draws the ending to the week of Crop Over. Formerly called “Harvest Home”, Crop Over is a traditional festival in which celebrated the harvesting of the sugar cane plantations during the colonial period. In 1688 it began with singing, dancing and music from shak-shak, banjo, triangle, fiddle, guitar, and bones. They had eating and drinking competitions as well as the popular event of climbing a greased pole! (Imagine that one in costume now days). Time to fast forward to the present…
Caution: The following post may have questionable content for all ages.  

Just like last year, we got the privilege of a hired bus (thank you Aldo and Jane, who I’ve officailly titled the Unofficial King and Queen of Kadooment) to pick us up and drive us to the beginning of the event. That doesn’t sound like a big deal until you realize the other option is a controlled chaotic way of tucking and rolling from your ride as it swerves through the round-a-bout as it passes by the starting line. That might be a little exaggeration, but the bus… its prime!  

    Waiting at the beginning gives everyone time to greet friends, adjust costumes and make the decision if the stage is worth passing over this year. Confession: I crossed my first two years… then not again. For the fun of it, here’s what the stage looked like back when I made a run for it.  

 This year I decided to hang around and enjoy some quality conversation with friends. These lovely ladies are originally from Australia and now live in England after being in the Caribbean for sometime. I love it!  
 The winner of best Crop Over cup goes toooo… Aldo!   
My roomie, my homie… the one and only, Jason!  
Look who I found (or actually found me)! Dwayne is one of the first I connected with years ago. Here’s a collage of our kadooment days.   
Dark clouds and a cool breeze is an amazing break from the scorching sun however, around here just means water from the sky is coming soon! My favorite seen was this bunch huddled under the nearest tent trying to avoid a feather soaking.  

 

How did I dodge the free shower? Found a friend that was in a frontline costume (the elaborate one) and ducked under their tower of feathers. Ladies, I love the team work here! 
 Similar to J’ouvert, the real party starts when the soca music rolls through the crowd that has already huddled around the drink trucks (a mobile bar traveling at a walking pace serving only participants unlimited beverages of their choice). Like a herd of preschoolers being guided by the ice cream man, we start our way on the path celebrating what traditionaly is known as the grand finale to Crop Over.  
     

  
   

  

    
    
 It just keeps getting better! This bright eyed girl has caught my attention every year since we met. Sincere, independent and one-of-a-kind. Thanks for the smiles Katherine Ann!  

 A few more then and now comparisons!      

 Dear Feathers… Please move.
  
What parade would be complete without spectators lining the streets?

    
     

I saw these adorable kids on the side dancing along with us, so I went over and offerred my jewelry. The innocent smile at the end was well worth the small pause on this brilliant day.      
Watch out now, if you get too close you have the chances to becoming a part of the dance routine.    

 Leave it to Ryan to carry out the duty of including everyone… even when they don’t want to (although they really do). Check out the expressions on these faces when I zoomed in. Priceless!  

If you can’t find Ryan jumping around the crowd or grinding on an observer, just look up.  Often you’ll find him birds eye view with a smile.  Last year and this year I caught him!  
For the rest of us, just keep dancing!
   
 
I’ll end this post by highlighting the (my) official King and Queen of Kadooment.  Aldo and Jane, thank you for opening your home, your arms and your perfect pool for our Crop Over neeeds.  Your love doesn’t go unrecognized.  Much gratitude! 

 

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Saltwater smiles

By now you should be familiar with WhatSUP Barbados, my favorite stand up paddle boarding company in all of Barbados and top rated by Tripadvisor!

   
On this day, he was scheduled for a group of energetic kids to rent the boards for a birthday party. Hold up. How cool is that? Where I grew up, it was roller skating, bowling or a pool party… but paddle boarding on the clear island sea? Yes please!  

   

  
This sassy (but very sweet) girl asked if my camera was water proof. I responded  with clueless confidence “Of course!” not realizing at that moment the very purpose of her question.  She was just being courteous enough to ask before splashing me.  Let the games begin!

  This is a live Conch that Ryan found to show the kids. Did you know, these queens are continuenly builing a larger shell around themselves as their body grows? On average it reaches 22 cm by 4 years old. Thanks Uncle Ryan for the fun facts, so cool!  

   
I purposly held it under water for the bottom photo to show you just how clear this water is!
 

Back to the paddling! Here are some random shots from the day. Happy kids, beautiful sun and salt water smiles! 

    
    
   

  What a rejuvenating, refreshing and a wonderful addition to the journey here in Barbados! 

  

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Smell with your eyes open

Getting directions from a Bajan is similar to listening to someone explain a story in a different language or maybe like having a toddler tell you about their new toy. They know exactly what they are saying and look at you as if you should too.  “I’m speaking clearly, why don’t you understand”? Now looking back, his instructions made sense only if you’ve walked the path before or possibly were born and raised here. Oh well… off to the market we go!

Last year I can remember arriving around 9am and having slim pickins, so this time I’m on it bright and early.

“So go out the back gate and turn right”. (Back gate of the yard? the neighborhood, the round-about?) 
Since I didn’t see a gate in his yard (turns out there is one… oops), I walked out of the front door and headed in the direction he had pointed.  So far so good!  

  His street started to bend so I looked left and behold, a gate! I think. The rickety linked fence stared back at me with a locked, rusted, jagged prison gaurded resemblance. Hmmm… I don’t know about this.  Eh, lets go for it!

Side note, probably not the most brilliant idea to hop this trap wearing flowing pants during a windy island day. No need to worry, I survived.   

 “Follow de road”  Got it. “Walk till you see the fountain and turn left”. 
 Ok, easy enough (there was even a cute little arrow confirming for me). Step two, success! 

 

No thanks, I’ll keep walking. 

 
I’m not sure if it was the euphoric state of mind I developed while walking in silence or simply the view that was before me (probably a combination of both), but at this moment, all was in alignment. This is a small piece of what I believe people mean when they suggest to “stop and smell the roses”.  

Getting to the market was my goal, but this… this was just as magical. 

 
Back to the directions.  “Once you get to the golf course, don’t follow the road, take the pedestrian path over the hill”. Well this looks very “pedestrian” welcome.  Not much of a hill as I was expecting, but off the main road is what he said, so here I go! 

 
He didn’t mention a split in the path.  Uh-oh.   

 
As I continued along the foot path, things just weren’t feeling right. So what do I do?  Keep walking. 

  

Not looking good my friends…  
A sign! Can you see it?  If that says “Hope st.”, I’m on the right track!  

 
Wrong. I now have the confidence that I shouldn’t have confidence in my current route. I did a 180 degree turn and headed back towards the main road. As I approached the first split, my eyes zoomed in on the hill” he must of been speaking of. Yep, according to my burning thighs, this was definitley more of an incline than the golf course! 

 
Here’s a quick shot of the view once I reached the top.  

When was the last time you stopped to smell the roses with your eyes open? 

 
It may not seem like I’ve been gone for long, but I should have been to market by now. Early bird gets the worm… or in this case, early girl gets to pick the best veggies before they’re gone!

Although I don’t mind  getting a bit turned around (in fact most of the time, I love it!) today I was eager to be there on time for the broad selection of organic tropical goodies! Awh, look at this. Help was literally parked at the top of the hill. Thank you Universe! 

These two kind gentlmen not only helped me along the way, but drove me a stretch in order to show me the next turn on my journey! If you look at the bottom photo, you can see that he stood and watched until I was on the clear path.  Angels. 

 
Once I stepped foot on the broken dirt path, things started to look familiar. What’s this? I’m finally here! 

  
With fingers crossed, I held my breath rounding the corner like it was the first day of school and I was the last one to class. Am I too late? Did I miss out on the very thing I came for? 

 
Turns out everone was on Bajan time this morning which means,”It’ll start when we’re ready”.  All righty, so my hour late arrival was actually an hour too soon. Lovin the island vibe! What to do while I watch everyone set up their booth… have a seat at the cafe and absorb it all! 

 
SIDE NOTE: The currency is about half the dollar, so the iced coffee below would be around $4 USD.

  
Slowly but surely, stands arose and the market was in full swing!  You may recognize some of the produts and people if you’ve been following years past. The Holders Market was a part of the post, The rest of Barbados in a coconut shell!    

   
    
 Can you feel me smiling yet?! The music fired up as I headed on my way back home. 
 
The walk back was just as entertaining as the adventure to get there.  Easier on the mind, but not so much on the body.  Who knew after years of breaking them in, blisters would appear from my favorite sandals! I got these beauty’s in Vietnam from the post Lady lady, where you from? Good thing I love to feel the earth under my feet!

 
Look who it is! Greeted with a smile, I walked over to give them the requested update on my Holders experience.  I couldn’t tell if the smirks I was receiving were from a joyful reconnection, or simply being entertained by this crazy girl! Either way, they didn’t hesitate for a photo and certainly didn’t decline my offer of toasted coconut chips that I had brought from the market.

 

I’ll leave you with my final stretch in which I came across a little cheeky friend.  Tourists think they’re cute (because they are) and locals think they’re theives (because they are).

   

   

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What’SUP Barbados?!

I’ve given the final hugs for this round in Oklahoma before the 26 hour journey to my next destintion. 26 hours you may wonder? This my friends, is how I’m able to save a solid amount on flights. The ticket I chose was nearly half the price of the “easier” route because I was willing to sleep in an airport.  Someday, I’m sure I won’t be so willing, but for now… bring it on! 

   
Thank you mom for the towel (dubbed napkin/head wrap/table cloth/seat cover/fruit container/camera protector/bandaid/glove/dishrag).  I love the quote and tonight it will be used as my clean pillow case as I attempt to rest on the airport floor. FYI: there are chairs and benches, but I offerred the one I was using to a family with little tikes.  Pay it forward, right?  It all comes back around. 

 
Breakfast of champions? Ummm, sure. Oats (thank you Lacie!) with some honey that I permanently borrowed from a coffee shop. 

Another hint for less expensive travel: Try to limit your… no… just avoid airport food as a whole! No exaggeration – a water bottle, sand-which with a whole piece of fruit, $17usd! That’s not even including additional treats or coffee. Pack some snacks and use the water fountains to refill your drink.  Funny how we get excited to save a handful of cash for a cheaper flight, yet spend more than we saved by not preparing for the journey. Go figure.

 
Final flight and now it has hit me like being a senior on the last day of highschool or maybe like a bride on the morning of her wedding (I wouldn’t know haha). Well shoots, probably more like a backpacker that has just arrived to her island-home away from home!

 
My dearest Barbados, I have often craved the sound of your native accent when the locals are joking with one another. I’ve longed for your sunsets that just seem brighter in the Barbadian sky. I’ve been let down abroad desperatly trying a variety of Roti’s, knowing that nothing will compare to a Trini Roti in Barbados (although I might reevaluate that once I have a Trini Roti in Trinidad!) and Doubles… nobody has ever heard of them!  Oh how I love to devour a Channa Double! 

The people who make Barbados what it is, are definitely one of a kind. Genuine is a word that comes to mind when describing a Bajan.  Some are spicy, many are sweet. Sober faced with smiling eyes and a bit feisty if necessary (and sometimes even when it’s not). Whatever personality each one holds… they are genuine to it.  Nothing to hide, no shame, they are who they are. And if you don’t like it, that’s all right with them… 

Just  “guh-long ’bout yuh bizness! (to be said like a proper Bajan).

For more Bajan slang and some not so well known facts, please be entertained by clicking here!

 
 
Now that I’m finally here, I’ve chosen to start not with a Roti or Soca party, not even a rum punch or Banks beer… but a sunset paddle with friends. I’ll go into description of these wonderful comrades later, as for now I just want the pictures to do the writing.

A perfect welcoming to a magical place.   

    
 

   

   

   
  

When we got back, everyone was trying their yoga stands so naturally I joined in!  Turns out a floating device on water doesn’t make for a very stable handstand surface.  Kudos to Ryan for catching the shot right before I bailed! Try, try, try again! 
    
What’SUP Barbados is a standup paddleboarding experience that should be on your “must do list” next time you’re on the island. If you desire an experience that works the body, relaxes the mind and rejuvenates the soul, please contact my amazing friend owner/operator, Ryan Rodriguez – Phone: 1(246) 243-7878.  I’m sure he’d get a kick out of a name drop too… mention herhappytrials to get an extra smile!
 

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“Look Keka, I got a bullfrog!”

I’ve gotten the opportunity to volunteer on several farms all over the world.  Ahh, such grand memories! They differed in many ways, but a common quality was the concept of recycling. Trash can? Only if the animals won’t eat it! Food scraps, egg shells, fruit skin and anything else parishable is collected as the day goes on. I love the idea of using all parts of any edibles as seen in the post I eat my left overs first, so this just makes me happy!

  
Take it around the back and toss it to the furry feathered kids. Snack time! 

    With all of those amazing nutrients going back into their system, they produce fresh eggs daily for the family to enjoy.   

 Fun Fact: By placing fresh eggs pointy side down, it allows the air pocket to settle at the rounder top end. This keeps the yolk centered and further away from possible bacteria. I found this website that goes into much more detail!  

Another trick: Boil your eggs for only one minute then remove from the heat and cover for 15 minutes. Your yolks will be creamy and soft, uh yum.

 

“Look Keka! I got a bullfrog!”

For some reason I pictured a huge green frog with monster like eyes and slimy brown spots. To my surprise, here’s what he was showing off.  

Tornado warnings and thunder storms just meant that the fun stayed on the porch and continued inside.  

 

Random things to do on a rainy day…

Play with the little kids (and wonder how the others can distroy a clean room in under 2 minutes).

  

Workout with the children (or use them as convenient weights). 

Pile up old clothes that dont’t fit (or that you’re sick of backpacking with) and bust out the scissors! 

And of course the position I find myself loving to be in, hair time for neighbor friends! (aka kitchen cosmetology). 

I’ll close this post with a small personal fun fact.  There’s been a petite bracelet on my wrist since 2012. I tied it on during my backpacking through Spain and brought a matching one home to my dear cousin Lana.  She put it on her wrist that same day and it lasted through the years of wear and tear… until now.  Upon it falling off, she immediently wrapped it around baby Kasiah’s arm for the next chapter. Little item, big meaning. Love you girls!

 

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Flappy candy ninja crush

Remember when playing outdoors until the sun went down was a daily occurrence? Back when 30 minutes of Nintendo was a treat? I can remember the adults having to find us outside to convince us to hydrate, not with gatorade, fruit pouches or pepsi… just good ol’ water. 

With that said, on this glorious afternoon we didn’t watch a movie or play some flappy-candy-ninja-crush game, we headed out to the woods for some tree loving, dirt stomping exploring!

Two kids, all the dogs, the cat and no surprise to us, Peppa the pig snorted along too! 

 

  

 I was so excited to see that someone had built tree forts out in the middle of nowhere! That was until Lana informed me they were actually hunting blinds. In my world… they’re forts.

  
  What hike would be complete without a silly face piggyback ride?!

  
Or just a free lift during nap time.

  
  
I spy a country kid!

 

What’s on his head? That would be his new found pet turtle named Franklin. Titus with his camo pants, a sun kissed snarle, side kick cat and a turtle hat classifies the following photo as my favorite of the day!

  

Handstand shot!  
The post could end here, but as all country kids know… checking for tics is just a part of the walk!  Toe to head and behid the ears, it’s a partner kind-of-thing. 

 

Tired kids, no tics and a workout for us… success!

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Sweet home… Arkansas?

I’ve returned to stay with my cousin Lana and her family for a well needed visit.  Here’s a post from my last jaunt through these neck of the woods, called Arkie to Okie, crossing state lines.

I recently came from the beaches of Florida where Palm trees populated the skyline and the nearest wild anilmal was a burnt spring breaker playing “Dude, where’s my beer?”. You can imagine how this new setting is refreshing and definitley provides a sense of country comfort. Let’s take a walk!

This house in the woods doesn’t classify as a farm, but there are times I feel like it should. Dogs, cats, chickens, roosters, a goat, duck and one curious pig named Peppa (that follows me on my run every morning).

   

  
 
   

    

  
With an enthusiastic 4 year old boy and a one year old little girl that I nick-named “Spider Monkey”, you’ve got to make time to burn through some energy.  I feel like this front yard is a great start!

   
Yep, that’s a trampoline you see in the distance.  This spring loaded circle-o-fun provides hours of endless games and the appropriate amount of nap inducing entertainment!

Meet Lana and her spirited little boy named Titus (or “Spider Man” depending on the day).

I don’t think anyone can get on a trampoline and not smile… Love. to. Jump!

   

This is my favorite trampoline photo.  A super-mom shining in the moment! 
  Moving on to the next option for kid-fuel ditribution, yard toys!

 

  
  

   

Hopefully tomorrow will bring a long walk and more playtime.  This is all of course dependant on the unpredictable weather of Arkansas.  Rain, sunshine, flash floods, tornado? All possible. We’ll see!

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