¿Dónde está mi margarita?

We have just returned from a fantastic trip to Cabo San Lucas. There was plenty of sun, a handful of margaritas, great friends, a touch of food poisoning (sorry Peanut!), fantastic accommodations (gracias Rodrigo!), and a good time was had by all. It has been a challenge to get back on the ride, and we have discovered that we can't put our groceries on room 2303. (now I remember the room number!)

Hasta luego Cabo Azul.

Ever have one of those days?

When you wish you would have hit the snooze button one more time? When you didn't give yourself enough time to have a proper breakfast? When you realized that you forgot to pack clean underwear after you have already left the house? When you have rushed to the airport only to discover your flight has been cancelled? Well, today has been one of those days. Literally.

After taking a deep breath, and a good look around, I took a moment to rememeber that we live in a pretty fantastic place, and to cross the Golden Gate Bridge as part of my commute really isn't too shabby, even if it was the second time I was on my way to the airport today. Meanwhile, my next flight is delayed.
The journey continues....

Cabo San Lucas

I have been home for a week, and I still haven't quite bounced back. It would seem that I have the Mexican Swine flu or something, or as Peter likes to call it: a cold with a very annoying cough.   I thought I would post a few pics of the week that apparently did me in. I didn't get any pics of the ATV adventure that we did as a "team building activity." It was actually really fun to zip around on the beach, and someone (who will remain nameless) ended up rolling his bike, dislocated his shoulder, and had a lovely tour of the local hospital. It turns out he didn't need surgery, but his ego took a severe beating. There was also some amazing whale watching (which I have never seen before), some beach time, a bad round of golf on a beautiful course, too many margaritas, and a stage performance by yours truly that included a bad impression of Olivia Newton John. (see aforementioned margaritas)  

A view of the grounds at Fiesta Americana.

An all too familiar pose. 

Taking a break from the sun.

My partner in crime, Erika.  I don't know how I would survive these meetings without her.

We went out on a sunset cruise and got a glimpse of the signature landmark, El Arco, a natural stone arch at the southernmost tip of the Baja California peninsula. The arch marks the meeting of the Pacific Ocean and the Sea of Cortez.

My friend Gail and I enjoying the cruise.

My friend Helen, who is always good for a laugh!

Then it was time for some golf at Cabo del Sol.  Beautiful course.  It's a shame I hacked my way through it.  

Having a good time driving the cart.

Taking it in.

Okay, so maybe I nailed it once or twice. 

Trace and Erika on the green.

To close the trip, a full day was spent under the palapa on the beach.  Gracias Alejandro!

Until next time.....

In San Diego....

....where I am starting to feel the effects of multiple planes and too many hotels! Nothing says home like a grilled cheese and tomato soup, and this one was one of the best. Still doesn't quite hold a candle to the one that P. can chef up at home, though!

Fontina grilled cheese sandwich with tomatoes and fresh basil with a side of roasted tomato bisque. To die for!

A peek out the window this morning.

In Seattle....

.....where I have found myself at one of my favorite spots, The Sorrento Hotel. I haven't stayed here in years, and it really is as great as I remember. This year marks their 100th year in business, and apparently President Taft was their first guest. Who knew? I have attached a few pics of the hotel, since I didn't have any extra time to get much further than the lobby and to a few meetings across the street.

View of the entrance.

A glimpse of the mini bar.

Between the Tanqueray, Pelligrino, and Amstel Light, it looked like a mini version of the fridge at home.

Turndown service.

Time for a Second Cup....

Went for a walk through the city today for a cup of coffee. I really needed one after I went and visited Peter's old stomping ground the night before: Stogie's. He really seemed to have made an impression there, as I was very well taken care of after I told them I was the wife of Pete Marvelous. Being here in Montreal and seeing a Tim Horton's on every corner, passing the BMO, scraping the bottom of my bag for a Tooney to give the cab driver, and watching MUCH Music late at night makes me miss Halifax and all of the shenanigans that usually take place there.

Ah, good times in the Maritimes.

Walking through the city....

Bonjour!

Montreal is a beautiful city with amazing archetecture, great coffee (no, not Tim Horton's!), and fantastic restaurants. I was also fortunate to be able to hit the sticks at Golf Saint-Raphaël.
Although it was freezing, it was so beautiful since the leaves were changing colors. Plus, I would rather freeze my clubs off than be sitting in my office anyday!

The crew
Beautiful. (too bad it was out of focus...was having technical difficulties)
Yes, it really was that cold.
The classic T. golfing pose
Big Bertha was treating me well

Oh Canada.....

Okay, so I haven't been in Palm Springs for the past 3 weeks. I have recently discovered that working really gets in the way of my playtime! I am still going through pics of our adventures across the pond back in August, birthdays have been missed (Happy Birthday Joof!), and several moments have not been captured. Thanks to everyone for checking in, despite any attempt by either of us (that means you Monkey!) to update our adventures.

With that said, I am off to Montreal for a conference. It is our biggest conference of the year, which will involve a little golf, a lot of eating, schmoozing, minimal sleep, and hopefully copious amounts of refreshing Canadian beer. I actually brought the camera with me, so hopefully I will be able to snap some shots that are more exciting than the inside of the convention center!

Until then, it's time to fly......

Hem ljuva hem

(Home sweet home) In the Motherland once again! The weather was perfect today at 20 deg. C, or about 70 deg. for us Americans. First things first, we picked up Peter's brother Johan, for some coffee outside on the patio at Cafe Cava. In Sweden, having a cup of coffee, is not just having a cup of coffee. It is taken very seriously (as it should be), in fact they have a word that means enjoying coffee, conversation, and snacks: Fika. In fact, Johan has made it part of his mission to discover the best latte in Göteborg, and you can follow along here (also a great opportunity to brush up on your Swedish). It was good coffee, and great weather, and a great way to start off our trip. Meanwhile, the search for räksmörgås continues.....

P and Johan enjoying the sun.

Cafe Cava (received 5 out of 6 cups per Johan at Lattelakejen)

P and T also enjoying the weather.

Going for a walk in the city.

P and T on Linnestaden

In Frankfurt...

We made it to Frankfurt, Germany and now we are connecting to Gothenburg. This airport is such a zoo, it reminds me of a German LAX. We didn't sleep at all on the plane, so we are feeling a little rugged, but pretty relaxed. Almost there.....

P. making his way to the terminal.

Terminal maps

Var ar mina strumpor??

Skål!

Well after being home for about 24 hours, unpacking, and then re-packing, we are finally off to the Motherland! We are so excited to see everyone, to drink some coffee in the kitchen (jag dricker kaffe i kötet), have some deelish shrimp sandwiches (räksmörgås), some herring (sill), and most of all to have some time off! Trevlig resa!

Poor quality self portrait with camera phone.

Air traffic control at SFO.

South San Francisco

Aerial view of Angel Island.

P. enjoying his champagne and caviar.

Fresh berries and hazelnut ice cream.

After dessert...more dessert.

Home Again

Thanks Mayor Gavin. It's good to be home.

I have been in Dallas for the past couple of days, where it was over 100 degrees. I have returned home to our San Francisco summer filled with cool breezes and heavy fog. It's good to be home, but it's time to do some laundry and repack the bag for the next adventure which starts tomorrow!!

Some thick fog looming over SFO.