Grey and rainy

I spent some time covering a multi-sport event in the rain at Point Defiance Park in Tacoma today.

It was cold - and very, very wet!

Random bits of this and that

Wild America

Day one of our Great Texas Adventure has passed - and somehow I felt like I was dangling between Disney World and Wild America.

We're here in San Antonio - sipping on margaritas and enjoying the sights with Joe's dad, Bob, and his wife, Michelle.

Temperatures hovered around 100 degrees as we ducked into air conditioned shops along the River Walk. Hurricane Ike was no where to be seen.

We began the day on a river cruise where our guide pointed out all the historic sights followed by a joke or moment of sarcasm. He told us the five bells near the Alamo symbolized the first Taco Bells to come to the area. Right.

We strolled over to the Alamo, where Joe was disappointed when he discovered there wasn't a basement.

Up next: The Buckhorn Experience. A museum-restaurant-giftshop. This place was a lot of fun - slightly on the weird side, but a good time nonetheless.

Several hours later, we headed home to rest and escape the heat. After a short delay - see the photo at the bottom of this post - we arrived and rested while Michelle prepared a Latin American feast of rice, beans, fried pork, plantains, and ice cream topped with port.

Did I mention it was a great day?

Afterthoughts

I've been home for two days now and I can't stop thinking about Costa Rica.

The images on this blog are helping me begin to digest my experience there. I can hardly believe the two weeks have come and gone.

Today I'm back in the real world.... the corporate one, that is, shooting the Verizon FiOS launch in Lynnwood, Wash. The scene here is such a stark contrast to the one I left on Sunday.

Somehow, I wish I was back counting nodes and berries and sipping on an Imperial.

Johnny Walker Red

Ever since I spent all night hanging onto the throne in a Florence, Italy youth hostel, I've never liked whiskey.

Perhaps bad connotations create forbidden items, or maybe they just leave a scar on the memory.

Today, I decided to write wrong my actions in Italy and renew a relationship with "whiskey." Mainly because Nati insisted we bring a bottle, and mainly because I was so glad our farm-working stint was complete.

It was definitely a day to celebrate.

Tomorrow, I fly home to my old life. To my lonesome husband. And to a renewed vision for the future.

Thank you Costa Rica - for making me happy again.