South of the border down Mexico way, via the mighty Missisip

Our Saturday morning embarkation on to the Carnival Triumph was long, hot and boring, (sort of like the line for Space Mountain or airport security). We got our 'past guest' room keys and headed to the Lido deck for lunch overlooking the Mississippi.

One of the cruise highlights for me was the five hour meander down the big river to the Gulf of Mexico. After visiting the great city of New Orleans for the previous two days, seeing it from the river was a new and exciting perspective. All around the nation's commerce was heading up and down the river. As I got ready for dinner, the show continued through my ocean view cabin, the rivers twisting and touring route at eye level.

Our first full day on the ship was a 'fun day at sea'. We headed up early to the Lido deck and after breakfast outside by the pool, we grabbed a couple prime location deck chairs (something to remember traveling folks, when it comes to deck chairs definitely it is early bird catches the worm). Soaking up the sun on a chair next to mine was the lovely Maria from Annapolis MD. We had a wonderful conversation and found we had many of the same interests. This was Maria's first cruise and while there we many things she liked about the ship there were others she didn't. I admitted I was on this Carnival cruise as a travel agent, I wanted to check out Carnival so I could better describe it to my customers. However, if I was booking a cruise for a client like my self or my husband, I would steer us towards another cruise line, one that catered more to my (ugh I hate when I say this) age group. The bulk of my fellow Triumph passengers appeared to be under 30 years old, many with small children who were enjoying Carnival's multi-level programs for kids from infant to 17 years old. Additionally the Triumph seemed to attract guests from Louisiana, Alabama and Texas as it would be an easy drive to the New Orleans port. The final group included recent high school graduates and college students as well.

Days two and three were spent at Mexico's Yucatan peninsula. From the first port of Progresso, we headed 2.5 hours into the Mexican interior to the sacred Mayan ruins of Chi- chen Itza. Dedicated to the Mayan god of the sun, the site features a large pyramid as well as a ball court where the different Mayan peoples met to participate in games not unlike the Greek Olympic games. The following day in Cozumel, we visited the Mayan ruins at San Gervasio, dedicated to the Mayan goddess of the moon, Ix Chel. After our visit to the site, we finished the day at Playa Azul, a private beach club where we enjoyed the crystal clear warm aqua Caribbean Sea.

Our final day on the ship was another 'fun day' at sea. Early in the day we met up with the amazing Maria and her super fun husband Ray. We all compared our experiences in Progresso and Cozumel. Maria and Ray opted for beach days at each port. They gave Progresso a mixed review but enjoyed their first time snorkeling and the beach in Cozumel. When it got too hot to sit out any longer, everyone headed back to their cabins with promises to stay in touch. (One of the unsung benefits of cruising, the new friends you will make!)

Like embarkation, disembarkation was long and boring. Unfortunately anytime you leave the US you have to go through immigration and customs. Keep in mind fellow travelers, it will continue to be difficult and then impossible to travel outside the US without a passport. I noticed passengers who were providing their birth certificates were not getting through immigration as quickly as those of us with our passports.

C'est Manifique - Friday in the French Quarter

As we pulled into the parking lot, the Natchez river cruise boat's steam calliope was playing 'Zippity do dah'. (Disney itself couldn't have scheduled it better). As we headed into the French Quarter, a horse drawn carriage passed by, and I quickly did a double take - with its long ears and long face this was no horse it was a mule! Ernie Beyer explained horses can't take the humid steamy New Orleans heat, but mules can!

Our walkiing tour of the quarter began at 130pm, so we headed to the Gumbo Shop, a long time New Orleans favorite. At 1130 the diningroom is packed with locals and tourists enjoying Gumbo. We sat with a couple from CA who said they visit the Big Easy yearly and the Gumbo Shop was always on their itinierary. MMM the French bread was some of the best I had every had and I know the others enjoyed their Gumbo.

Our tour started over looking the Missispi. We learned Louisiana is realtively new in world history 1718 it was founded by the French as a natural land barrier between their English enemies on the east and their Spanish enemeies on the west. Jackson Square lay at our feet the creation of a Spanish born resident and his daughter the famous Madam Cantabalo.

The tour wound through the twisting streets of NOLA and with my love for flowers and architecture it was fantastic. In addition to Victorian, Greek Revival and Italianate styles there were the uniquely New Orleans 'shot gun' homes and 'Creole' cottages (I'll post some photos later today).

The evening ended back at New Orleans City Park with a performance of "A Mid Summers Night Dream". We drank wine and enjoyed the NOLA sunset.

Off to the Carnival Triumph tomorrow - will check in then.

Big Fun in the Big Easy

Today, I embark on my first trip as a travel agent(I'm like the Hair Club for men guy). You'll only hear from me on this trip as David is staying home to care for the critters. Back in January when I booked this trip (and made my first sale) I was a very nervous and green travel agent. Five months later I am happy to report things are going well, and I am as excited to plan others vacations as well as my own. Hawaii, Alaska, Disney, Europe, my clients are headed out to the four corners of the earth! (look for a big announcement soon about a travel business partnership

But, today is about myself, my mom as we fly out of Metro airport to New Orleans. Port of the Carnival Triumph, land of Creoles, Cajuns , Vampires and Witches (courtesy of Ann Rice, I am rereading "The Witching Hour" in my opinion Rice's love letter to the city in addition to fantasy) and most importantly my lovely cousins the Beyers, Ernie, Lila and Lisa as well as Lisa's boyfriend Brian Solito. Today and tomorrow I plan to live out my New Orleans dreams of: visiting the Garden District and the French Quarter as well as eating a Beignet. Lila and Ernie are the consumate hosts and I am giddy with excitement.

I'll report back with all my N'Awlins adventures soon. In the meantime in the words of my personal mentor and strangely sexy guy, Rick Steves, keep traveling, hopefully with me.

PS - Spent yesterday in the amazing Garden District, Ms. Rice's descriptions certainly lived up to the reality. Antebellum, Greek Revival Italianate mansions, they are all represented here, as well as the uniquely New Orleans Shotgun houses. After our Garden District tour and a peek into the locked gates of Lafayette Cemetery(dang it) we headed out to New Orleans City Park and enjoyed a jazz concert of the old standards. The evening was wrapped up with my enjoying my first authentic Po' Boy at Parkside Bakery. More NOLA details to follow with photos, sorry this has to be quick - Pam

The Big Boom

In the 80's movie, Baby Boom Diane Keaton is a high powered business woman who loses her job to find hapiness in motherhood and applesauce. The movie's message is pretty clear, left to her own devices Keaton would have continued on the wrong path had the universe not stepped in to change it.

I had my own 'Baby Boom' moment back in October when my company folded after 12 years. Left to my own devices I would have stayed in a job that while it paid well, did nothing to inspire or excite me. I took the universe's message, my life was a 'do over' and I had a chance to do something I was passionate about, travel. For years I have planned my own annual vacations and helped others plan theirs and now I am going to do it for a career. As of December 2010 I am a Mobile Agent with Expedia Cruise Ship Centers a division of Expedia http://www.cruiseshipcenters.com/PamPhillips

This blog will is going to evolve slightly. In additon to my own travel adventures, you'll read about other adventures, more travel tips and tricks, the latest travel destinations and steals and deals too.

Saying good bye to 2010 with a few world travel tips

We returned home tired and relieved to have had some 'luck o' the Irish' in getting out of Dublin (the airport closed at 10pm the night before our 9am flight and opened at 4am the following morning. Our flight left without incident at 9am,luckily just before the airport again closed at 12pm for the day). I have been remiss in catching up since our return due to life and of course the holidays.

First, I feel I must address the loss of my loyal travel companion H.D. (Hair Dryer) Blowerson. I was overwhelmed by the outpouring of sympathy from my dear readers. You all will all be happy to know a new hair care professional has joined our team This blowdryer promises to add volume to my hair and improve luster,oo la la.

Secondly, I wanted to update you on my packing successes (and one failure). As I reported my 12 day wardrobe consisted of: (6) sweaters, (6) pairs of jeans (3) cuddle duds, (2) long sleeve t-shirts, (2) pairs of walking shoes, (1) pair walking boots,(1) pair dress boots (1) full length down coat, (1) microfibre vest. (1) nylon trench coat and my wool coat. I wore everything except the nylon trench. My plan to wear every piece at least twice and update the look with accessories worked like a charm. Since I am used to independent travel, I did not factor in how many 'nice dinners' and events we would be attending. I would have traded my trench for an extra pair of heels and my (2) long sleeve ts for what only the ladies will understand 'a cute top'. My plan to leave room for purchases by throwing away my old pjs and an unplanned toss out - my walking boots sprung a leak leaving me with very wet feet as I slogged back to the hotel in the Dublin white out-left me plenty of weight to pack my Irish treasures.

Now for a few 'you'll only know this if you go'

Italy: Restaurants:'Ristorante, trattoria, osteria and enoteca' they all mean restaraunt. 'Ristorante' is the fanciest and most expensive. Trattoria and osteria are usually family owned and run. Enotecas are wine shops that serve food. Don't ask for butter or catchup or anything like that- Italians are very proud of their dishes and will consider it an insult. Italians dine late and stay long. You will never have a problem getting a table at 7pm. Unlike American restaurants, you will never be rushed, you will need to ask for the bill. Hotels: Most Italian hotels have showers not tubs. You may boil or freeze if you don't ask for assistance with the heating and cooling units in each room, also, corridors and elevators are never cooled or heated. Keep in mind, many hotels are remodeled ancient buildings. Elevators are small and it is considered rude to not return the lift to the lobby if it is not automatic.

Greece and Turkey:It is rude to flush your toliet paper. Please dispose of it in the provided basket - this is true in all public places as well as hotel rooms.

Vienna:It is perfectly acceptable to go into a coffeehouse and sit there for hours with only purchasing one cup of coffee.

British Isles and Ireland: Most hotel rooms will have that most wonderful of modern amenities the heated towel bar and the trouser press - enjoy!

Europe overall: Tipping: It is customary in the US to tip 20%, in Europe that would be insulting. Waiters, taxi drivers, conceirage, bell caps are all paid a living wage, tipping is not expected but appreciated. Bell caps about 1 euro per bag, conceirage it is not necessary to tip each time, but a euro or two would work, bar tenders one or two euros for the evening, not per drink, round up to the next euro for taxi driver and approximately 10% for your waiter. Language: Here's the reality, if you need to speak to someone in English, look for a someone under the age of 40 - English is required in most European schools. Young women in their 20s or 30s are almost 100%. But, keep this in mind, if you want to see a country that doesn't speak your language, don't expect them too. Take some time and at least learn enough of the local language to be polite. Thank you, please, good morning, good evening all go a very long way in making new friends.

Finally - as promised I have included my favorite Irish photos. Slainte!

Days 9, 10 and 11 -Dublin rolls out the white carpet

The coach came to a stop for the last time in Dublin at the Burlington hotel as we returned from the Abbey Tavern in the northern Dublin suburb of Howth. (Side note: with the unprecedented snow storm, the Abbey staff did not expect us to show. The Irish dancers parents would not drive in the snow and the 'trad' singers had gotten a wee bit into their cups. So, while they were in fine voice they were definitely a little off). Our group filed off the bus for one last time with most leaving in the morning. We all said goodbye to 'D' and our travel partners, our group settled in for our three days in the Irish capital city.

Dublin Day 1
Bright and early in the morning we cabbed it straight to the Guinness Storehouse. Housed in former fermentation building, the Storehouse is a 7 story multi- media valentine to all things Guinness. The gentlemen in our group were visibly moved by the story of water from the Wicklow mountains combined with Irish barley and hops. The other ladies and myself perked up once we reached the Gravity Bar located on level 7. It seemed a little strange to be imbibing well before noon. I don't know what was more heady, the beer or to have the entire bar to ourselves with the city laid out at our feet. The rest of the day passed quickly with a coach tour of the city, a visit to St. Patrick's cathedral, lunch at Gogarty's in the Temple Bar district and pastries at the divine Bewley's Oriental Cafe.

Dublin day 2
Tuesday a slight thaw and rain rather than snow. Big problem as we slogged to the General Post Office (the location of the 1916 Easter uprising that eventually lead to the Republic of Ireland's 1922 independence) to meet Pat Liddy of Dublin Walks. I was excited to see Pat again, we were one of his first tour groups when he opened his company in 2005. A Dubliner all his life, Pat is a renaissance man. In addition to his tour company his is an author of 11 books. He is passionate about all history, culture and all things Irish. From the GPO we wove through Dublin's back streets and alley ways learning not only Dublin history but Pat Liddy's 71 years of personal Dublin history. Pat is a civilized man, so stop three was at 'The Church' a former catholic church which was now a very tony bar and restaurant. After warming ourselves with Irish coffee, Jamesons and hot chocolate for me, we continued into Dublin's mediaevel quarter and Viking Dublin as well. Touring with Pat is to notice details you missed a hundred times walking the city streets. Pat showed us how the streets actually followed the 1100's city walls and how the original city streets were over 6' below the current city scape. We ended the tour at the Bull and Castle restaurant where I had the pleasure of visiting with this fascinating man for the lunch hour. If you ever get to Dublin, give Pat a call- you will thank me later.


On our last night out for entertainment, we enjoyed a fun-filled evening of Irish hospitality, food and traditional entertainment featuring Irish music and Irish dancers in the Arlington Hotel. The hotel is an expansive building and although the crowd was small the dancers were amazing and the three-piece band did an effective job of joining the crowd in sing-a-longs and acknowledging audience requests. The food was good as well and the lovely wait staff did commendable work in delivery of food and beverage. One of our party did participate in the dancing on stage with the dancers. She seemed to think the volunterring was well worth the experience and did gather a "groupie" from London. However, the largest surprise of the evening occurred when we found evidence of what we who reside in Lexington, MI already knew - that Leo's influence is felt the world over. Pam found on the toilet bath wall "Love you Leo" written. This is further evidence that Leo is a force of nature and that his charm is infectious to the masses. The next morning he did state that he went back to the Hotel (JUST KIDDING)but could not find the woman who loved him after much searching. -David

Dublin day 3- and evening
"I am afraid I cannot take you on your 10 o'clock tour of the manor" said the dapper museum docent of 29 Fitzwilliam Street. Tommy the Burlington concierage had made our reservation for 10 a.m. and while our group of 10 was on time, the other museum employees fighting their way in from the subway were not. He invited us into the museum gift shop and tea room to get out of the weather. We had just decided to continue on our way when the snow covered employees burst through the door and we were able to visit the townhouse. Dublin's Georgian mansions are all 29 feet wide and four stories tall. Housekeepers quarters and kitchen on the ground floor, dining room and front entrance hall on the second, the ladies budoir, family drawing room and formal drawing room on the third, with the nursery and governess quarters on the fourth. Number 29 is one of the city's best kept secret. Our cab driver had only taken one other group in 5 years of driving. David and learned of this gem through the great Mr. Steves and we visited the mansion in 2005 the other 8 of the 2010 visit though it extraordinary as well.

Lunch at O'Neill's pub and then a quick shopping jaunt through the Avoca Woolen Mill, Marks and Spencer as well as tea and coffee from Beweley's completed our day. By then the streets were slippery and cabs scarce. We walked through the streets of Dublin back to our hotel we passed its monuments, museums and parks all dusted with snow and ice. Its all very beautiful, but the airport has been closed and opened and closed several times today and as of this posting is closed. We planned on seeing you all soon, it may be later...

Days 7 & 8- No car bombs or IRA - (London)Derry and Belfast, Northern Ireland

(London)Derry

"D" turned the coach north from our Galway hotel on our way to Derry, Northern Ireland. With all the arrangement's, research and organization I hadn't really considered we were going to visit a place that during the 80s was nightly on the news for its car bombs and riots. "D" gave us a quick history lesson. How during the time of King Henry the 8th Ireland had been in effect stolen by the English from the Irish. And how during Elizabeth I reign, the northern Irish cheiftains had plotted with King Phillip of Spain to free Ireland and conquer England. History teaches us of Elizabeth's victory over Spain and the northern cheiftains. The chieftains fled northern Ireland and the English forcibly evicted Scottish, northern English and Welsh families from their homes and relocated them to Northern Ireland, the first Protestants in the Catholic country. Today as it was hundreds of years ago, Catholics far out weigh the Protestants- but unlike the the past few hundred years of rioting, car bombings, Sein Feinn and the IRA, the two sworn enemies live in delicate peace.

As we crossed the river Foyle into Northern Ireland, "D" explained before the peace the crossing would have meant hours of car searches by armed guards. "D" is my age. He commented before the peace he had been to the north three times. His children all under 10 had been three times already. As we rolled on to our walking tour of Derry, the roadside signs showed the kilometers to Londonderry. "D" watching us through the rear view mirror said he would let the guide explain the two names(we already knew that once the English left the Republic of Ireland, all city names that referenced the monarchy had been changed). Martin a ginger -haired charming man in his late 50s has lived in Derry his entire life. He is Roman Catholic and 41 years ago he married the Protestant police chief's daughter. He explained the city is both 'Derry' and 'Londonderry' depending on your religious views. We started our tour in the Bogside. The Bogside is as it always was a Catholic neighborhood. It was the site of the 1979 protests that ended in the death of 14 innocent men including six 17 years and under. The murals that decorate the gray apartment buildings depict the events of the 'Bloody Sunday' . For 38 years until this year the British government has insisted they fired into the protesters in self defense. Only in this past year did it finally admit responsibility and exonerate the 14 killed. To see this event and its aftermath through Martin's eyes was to feel the pain of generations. It is only now hundreds of years later, the people of Northern Ireland can enjoy the simple pleasures of walking, shopping and working wherever they want, freedoms and rights the rest of the western world has always had.

It was a somber tour group that checked into the Derry Everglades hotel. Dinner was just finishing when David and I could hear the songs of Mr. Sinatra in the lobby. I asked the waiter if that was a tape, he said it was live. Our group of 10 settled ourselves in front of the fireplace and in the hotel bar to enjoy Gerry Breslin, a local Derry singer and entertainer. In addition to old blue eyes, he sang Bobby Darrin, Glen Campbell and even Michael Jackson. He spoke of his available CD which contained an original song 'Jackie'. He further explained the song was about his cousin 'Jackie' whose dead body is depicted in the Bogside being carried away immediately after 'Bloody Sunday'. Gerry and Jackie were the exact same age - today he is enjoying a successful career in Derry, while his cousin has been dead since 1979.

The Giant's Causeway and Belfast

After the entertaining and moving evening of dance and mixed song, we went to bed with as new set of memories and with everyone in the group a bit closer. The next morning we embark for Belfast, the Giant's Causeway and Dublin.Finn MaCcool was a giant that once lived on the North Coast of Ireland and he had a great rivalry with another giant, Benandonner, across the sea in Scotland. The two giants would shout at each other across the water, and after a dispute about their respective fighting ability, Finn grabbed a rock and threw it towards Scotland, issuing a challenge to settle this claim. Benandonner responded with another rock, saying he could not swim. Finn MacCool then tore slabs of volcanic rock from the plateau around him to pave a causeway to let his rival cross.

Benandonner had to accept his challenge, came across the causeway and entered Finn MacCool's house to find the comparatively small (by giant standards) Finn dressed as a baby. Upon seeing the size of the "baby", and working out what size his father must be, Benandonner fled all the way back to Scotland, destroying the causeway as he crossed the sea to prevent . The remains are what we now know as the Giants Causeway.

The Causeway did not disappoint. The rock formations were surprisingly easy to navigate and the photos were spectacular. The views also from the countryside were spectacular as well. It is important to note the reunification of Ireland has already accomplished some important steps for travelers as even 10 months ago neither CIE nor any of the tour companies were able to freely explore the countryside areas in Northern Ireland in and around Belfast and the Causeway - we were quite lucky and impressed.


Belfast, from Irish: Béal Feirste meaning "mouth of the sandbars” is the capital of and the largest city in Northern Ireland and the second largest city in Ireland. The city suffered greatly during the period of disruption, conflict, and destruction called the Troubles, but latterly has undergone a sustained period of calm, free from the intense political violence of former years, and substantial economic and commercial growth. Belfast city centre has undergone considerable expansion and regeneration in recent years. The city while lovely and the visit emotionally moving was a bit intense. The rich and troubled political and religious history of the is still quite evident in the struggle between Catholic and Protestant Belfast and ultimately will decide the path of a unified Ireland. The people of Belfast still struggle at the precipice of conflict and peace. On a lighter note, for lunch we visited the Robinson Bar for a delicious lunch and draught. - David