On Costa Rica

Since I’ve been with B, I’ve managed to go on one whole trip with him as my pilot. And by pilot, I mean literally, he’s the one flying the airplane. That trip was back in … 2009 or 2010 when I went with him up to Fargo, N.D. Exciting, no?

Since he made it to Delta, he’s been wanting me to come with and preferably to one of his long layovers. We were finally able to make it work last week when I tagged along on his trip to Costa Rica.

To make it out okay, we left on the first flight to LAX Tuesday morning. We kept the day fairly low-key (errands and the beach) as, since we were taking the red-eye flight, a nap had to happen that afternoon. Late late Tuesday night, I hopped in the back for his red-eye to Costa Rica (LIR). On the flight, I finally watched “Coco,” which was really cute. I also didn’t sleep, because it’s me.

We got into LIR about 6:30 Wednesday morning. I popped on the shuttle with the crew to the hotel (which, for company reasons, I’m actually not allowed to mention. Sorry.) … and proceeded to almost puke on the way. I was already kind of nauseous from not having eaten in quite some time plus having been up all night, so a rollercoaster-y van ride? Not good.

At the hotel, we got me an extra room key as well as paid for me to join in on the all-inclusiveness, quickly changed, popped down to the buffet for some breakfast … and then back upstairs for some SLEEP. Four-ish hours later, we woke up and went for a short (hot, humid) run to shake off the cobwebs. Because it’s me, we also got stopped and asked for directions which I hope we were able to do given the language barrier.

We literally ran to one of the other buffets as our ending point so we could eat some lunch. Food consumed, back upstairs to shower and then head back down to hang out at the pool.

Looking at the resort from the back of the property.

We’re mature.

We hung out for a couple hours before venturing back upstairs to chill for a little bit.

Outside seating for the breakfast/dinner buffet.

Since it’s me, I wanted to try to catch the sunset, so we walked down to the beach before dinner to do that.



We weren’t quite at the best angle to catch the best sunset, but it was still pretty awesome. There are quite a few restaurants on property that B has eaten at for dinner, but none of the menus were calling out to me, so we just decided on the buffet again.

Fountains leading down to the pool area.

Ran into one of the flight attendants and had her take our photo.

Dinner wasn’t bad, but the food kind of got progressively worse throughout the day. Breakfast? Good. Lunch? Not bad. Dinner? … well.

We stayed up a bit later than we probably would have wanted just because B needed to take the online Jeopardy! test, but whatever.

The next morning was pretty relaxed. We went down to breakfast, down to the beach and around the property to take some pictures, and then to the fitness center to get in a workout. It was super busy when we got there, so I got in a bit on a stationary bike and a much smaller lift than I would have liked.

Dinosaurs looking out over the ocean.

Looking back at the property.

Being cute.

On one of the shortcut paths.

Fountain in a courtyard in the spa/fitness center building.

After the workout, we showered, packed up, and caught the van back to the airport. I made it out of Costa Rica just fine … but I should know better than to try to non-rev through Atlanta late on a Friday to Colorado in not only ski season but also spring break season. Needless to say … I spent an unplanned night in a hotel and we used points to get me home late Saturday evening.

Despite my woes getting home, it was nice to be able to ride on a plane my husband was flying as well as experience one of his favorite layovers.


On Shanahan’s

Denver Restaurant Week has come and gone once again, and B and I were able to sneak in on the tail end of it, trying out Shanahan’s. Shanahan’s is a place we’ve been meaning to go to for DRW for ages, but it’s never worked out. Thankfully, it finally did (and also became March date night; we went this past Sunday).

On the surface, Shanahan’s is essentially your basic, super expensive steakhouse. Same general food, same exorbitant prices, etc. However, the experience is different in a few ways:
– natural light. A lot of steakhouses are dark holes with very few windows. Shanahan’s, in contrast, has a complete wall of windows which, while we had the light, made the atmosphere a lot less stuffy.
– the music. Our favorite Pandora station is called “Beach Bar Lounge Radio,” which is essentially smooth trance. We were joking that Shanahan’s was playing that station with the request for no songs with lyrics, as we heard several of the same songs at dinner that we’ve heard on Beach Bar.
– the decor. Smooth, modern, clean. Again, not stuffy like steakhouses tend to be. Essentially, Shanahan’s is a steakhouse for the modern era which is probably why it has survived (and thrived) while others have fallen by the wayside in Denver.

To make things a touch more affordable (obviously), we both ate off the restaurant week menu, only adding to it with our drinks (a glass of Pinot Noir for me and a Ketel and tonic for B).

I didn’t get a picture, but we both got the Shanahan’s Salad: iceberg, spinach, and romaine lettuces, English cucumbers, heirloom tomatoes, crisp bacon, Champagne herb vinaigrette. It wasn’t bad. The croutons were a bit odd, so I didn’t eat those.

The main course options were a salmon or a filet; we both got the filet. It came with grilled asparagus and roasted garlic mashed potatoes.

(phone pic; sorry)

The filet was cooked perfectly. The sauce was okay – I didn’t really eat the bleu cheese crumbles. The grilled asparagus was delicious and while the mashed potatoes weren’t mine (that is, the best ever), they were better than those at Prime Bellagio.

Dessert was an espresso chocolate mousse with homemade whipped cream, a raspberry, and raspberry sauce in an edible chocolate cup.


It was rich, but tasty. We both thought the espresso either needed to be taken out or amped up, as it was barely noticeable. I ate most of my chocolate cup, but it ultimately proved to be too much for me.

All in all, a delicious meal and we’re glad we finally were able to make it to Shanahan’s. The big question obviously becomes, will we go again? The answer: possibly. If we feel like a super fancy schmancy dinner and don’t feel like trying a new place, we would consider going back. Especially because their patio is apparently awesome.


“… but what about our plans? hadn’t we finally gotten reservations for brunch?” “oh, right. well, take one of your friends. Daniela, right? she’s been raving about it for ages. she’ll appreciate it more than I would anyway.” “well, yes, she has … as a perfectly romantic spot to take a lover. a significant other. which I thought I was but clearly not. clearly I’m just … just … an INSIGNIFICANT other.” “darling, I never meant for it to be like this …” “oh spare me the bullshit. I should have known you were only interested in the sex, and the illusion of being rich and well-known and famous and well I know I don’t have the perfect body I thought it didn’t matter as much since we actually seemed to be able to converse but no, you found Magdalena, with her magazine-perfect body and clearly fake tits who just by showing up can get in anywhere because your gender is the weakest pile of fucking shit out there.” “… are you done?” “yes. now pack up your shit and get the fuck out of my life.” “if you insist. again, I truly am sorry about everything.” “whatever, sure.” “just … one more thing?” “… what?” “well, erm, if you aren’t going to use the brunch reservations, might I have them for Mags and I?” “… the fuck?”
Audacity, 2.26.18. A vignette.

Disneyland Adventure, Part Two

Back with part two of my Disneyland trip. If you missed part one, click here.

Since we figured out the Starbucks situation the previous day, on Tuesday, February 13, we headed to the park early again, thinking it opened at 8am. Nope, it was at nine. Happily, this meant even more time to get B and I coffee (and we ended up getting my sister-in-law a latte as well). Sweet, beautiful caffeine, how I love you.

Fountain (with rainbow!) in Downtown Disney.

Apparently, the thing to do with Disney California Adventure, is to gate rush the Radiator Springs Racers (do that as your very first FastPass of the day) and then, get another one for later … since if you do it an hour after you ride, your FP will probably be for sometime that afternoon. Yeah. It’s that popular.

Decor in the line.

We rode this one with Stefan and Amelia; it was a fun, Cars-themed ride (pseudo-coaster). We won, so woo!

With a cow tractor.

Our next FP wasn’t for a little while, so we split up from my family for a little while and walked around. We did The Little Mermaid – Ariel’s Undersea Adventure on a whim since there was no wait. The ride was a super loose retelling of the movie and super, super cheesy.

On Pacific Wharf.

All dressed up for Lunar New Year.

We’re both year of the pig/boar.

When they opened up the bridge over to the other side of Paradise Pier, we popped on over. As we were still waiting for the family (we all had FPs together), we popped on King Triton’s Carousel.

I rode a dolphin.

It’s really funny how much a carousel can make you dizzy … even with the Dramamine. Just made me even more happy I avoided the damn tea cups the day prior.

Our next pass was for Toy Story Midway Mania!, another shooting-type game. We did this with all six of us. My brother got the highest score, then Brandon, then me in a distant, distant third. Jax, our 1.5-year-old, got none. I would have found it hysterical if he had gotten *something*.

B and I split off again to go do some rides on our own. B stopped at a cart for a churro and I hopped into Fiddler, Fifer, and Practical Cafe for a croissant/cinnamon roll hybrid that was DELICIOUS as well as a miniature California Adventure Starbucks mug.

Post-snack, our next FP was ready, so we did Soarin’ Around the World. There’s a huge error in Patrick Warburton’s costume in the mini video they show before getting on … which you probably won’t catch unless you’re really familiar with the aviation industry. Like we are. The ride itself was okay. Apparently it was better when it was Soarin’ Over California. I think it would have been better had the trip around the world made better geographical sense (like let’s *actually* go in the correct order guys).

Since it was kind of cold and therefore had no line, we next hit up Grizzly River Run. It’s one of your generic water splash rides (like Disaster Canyon at local park Elitch Gardens), but I like those. We got sufficiently wet – B moreso than I. I got myself some popcorn while he attempted to dry out. I’m thankful I had an extra pair of socks on me, as he soaked his. He had his wet pair hanging out of his bag to dry out … but they became our second and only park casualty (the other being a hair tie I lost on Space Mountain the previous day).

Our next FP was at Goofy’s Sky School (because why not).

Getting more flight certs.

It was a tiny, short, fun little coaster.

We were trying to be smarter about eating, so we got soup in breadbowls (me clam chowder and B broccoli cheese) at the Pacific Wharf Cafe. The soups were average, but I love good sourdough and this was some of the best.

Food eaten, we strolled over to Hollywood Land and chilled out in the atrium of Disney Animation for a while, sitting down and chilling out to clips from Disney movies. It was quite glorious.

The official reason for sitting around a while was waiting for my brother and family to wander over. Our next FP was for Guardians of the Galaxy – Mission: BREAKOUT!. Stefan’s wasn’t until a bit later … but he weaseled his way on saying his FP wasn’t working or something. Apparently this was something they did at Disney World a bit … but. Please don’t do this. The guy let him on, but he clearly knew he was gaming the system. Customer service standards dictated that he couldn’t tell my brother to eff off, but I know he wanted to. People, don’t be assholes. Just wait your damn turn.

The ride itself, the former Tower of Terror, made me very happy for the Dramamine. I will say that had I been more familiar with GotG I may have enjoyed it more.

Stefan went off for chowder and beer after this while his wife and daughter hit up Frozen – Live at the Hyperion … we wanted to do neither so we actually finally utilized our Park Hopper and escaped back over to Disneyland. Our first stop was at B’s favorite, Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters … where he proceeded to destroy me. My forearm also cramped up pretty badly (stupid barista arm).

Since it was Mardi Gras, our next stop was back over to New Orleans Square. B got another frozen Mickey bar of death (well. frozen Mickey ice cream sandwich of death to be accurate), which we ate while watching a jazz band. We also got B another character picture.

With, as he reminded us, Captain Jack Sparrow.

One of the “rides” I missed the day previous that I really wanted to do was the Enchanted Tiki Room, so that was next.

So cheesy. But why the eff not?

Then back over to New Orleans Square since I knew Dr. Facilier from The Princess and the Frog was wandering around and since it was Mardi Gras, I wanted a picture with a character from the New Orleans-based movie.


Because we could – and, well, Indy – we rode Indiana Jones Adventure again too. It didn’t break down which was wonderful *and* B asked if we could ride so I could be up front at the wheel of the car which was totally kind of fun.

Because I didn’t get a good picture of the sign the day previous.

We split up afterward – I hit up the French Market Restaurant to purchase some beignets for everyone as a Mardi Gras treat while B got in line for the Astro Orbiter. Thankfully I made it over to him right as he got on the ride.


We did some more Astro Blasters afterward (because why not) where I destroyed B – therefore winning the best-of-three series – and went back to the Market House so I could get a full-sized Disneyland Starbucks mug for my sister-in-law and a mini one for us before heading back over to California Adventure.


I delivered beignets to the fam, we all walked back to Cars Land. From here, we all split. Nicole took Amelia and Jax to “meet” Lightning McQueen and a few rides, my brother absconded with B for another ride on Radiator Springs Racers … and I peeled off to get some sunset photos.

Magical sunset in a magical place.

Got super lucky with a break in the people for this one.

Cars Land is magical at night.

B said that if you weren’t familiar with the movie, you could easily think this was taken on the actual Route 66.

We all met up to do Luigi’s Rollickin’ Roadsters. B and I took Amelia while Stefan and Nicole rode with Jax.

In line, straight out of the movie.

In line. My brother bought Star Wars ears.

The ride itself was okay. Definitely more fun for smaller kids. B bought a Dinoco shirt at a shop dressed up as the Radiator Springs Curio shop and I took a few more photos on the way to dinner.

As someone who loves neon, I loved Flo’s at night.


Nicole made reservations for all of us at Wine Country Trattoria. The pinot noir I had was okay (I think B’s was better). The caprese salad we split was delicious (and photogenic).


Between the four adults, we ate about half the menu. Nicole had the shrimp fettuccine alfredo (I had a bite of noodle. It was okay), my brother had osso buco (did not try), B got chicken parm (average), and I got the ribeye (because it came with sprouts and mmm, plants)
(not my most favorite meal, but also not the worst I’ve had).

Post-dinner, the park was unfortunately closed (or closing) – 8pm. Shorter hours that day at California Adventure, maybe?


We popped into the World of Disney store in Downtown Disney on our way out and got me a shirt and a few more ornaments for the tree.

It was a long, exhausting day. As you can see, we fit in a LOT of rides and attractions. The Park Hopper was definitely worth it as it was nice to get out of CA for a little while. It might have possibly been a bit too much time around my brother (I love him, but I don’t always like him) and his cute, but energy-sucking kids (this introvert was dying).

We had a lazy morning on Wednesday, February 14, and we unfortunately weren’t able to do anything together for Valentine’s Day, but we did hit up the beach for a few minutes before B had to drop me back off at the airport.

Perfect, peaceful way to end the trip.

Disney was fun for my first time back in damn near 30 years. We’re discussing doing Walt Disney World in a year or two. Will I be back to Disneyland? Probably … but I don’t honestly think I need to for at least five years.

Disneyland Adventure, Part One

I have a lot of photos and we crammed a lot into two (three? four?) days, so I want to split up this post.

A few months ago, we learned that my brother and sister-in-law were planning on taking their kids to Disneyland in February. B likes Disney and hadn’t been in about ten years and I haven’t been since the late-1980s. Possibly 1990. A long time ago, in any case. So, with permission, we decided to loosely tag along, since we mostly did our own thing.

Thanks to flights the way they were, we had to skip curling Sunday afternoon to catch a flight to LAX. We ate snacks in the Delta Sky Club (I pretty much ate lunch thanks to some salad-y type stuff) before picking up his car and driving to Anaheim. We stayed at the Anaheim Marriott, right near the Convention Center (less than a mile away from Disney). We considered going out to dinner, but decided to do it on the cheap thanks to the schmancy lounge at the Marriott having really delicious chicken wings. A stop at Target was made that evening, however, for some Dramamine so we didn’t vomit everywhere.

(My equilibrium changed sometime in college and my life has been hell since. I used to do spinny rides and roller coasters (and read in the back of a car) no problem. However, I can no longer read in vehicles and it’s hard for me to be in the back seat of a car for more than an hour. It’s terrible. As a result, I haven’t been on amusement park rides in a very, very long time.)

We woke up early on Monday, February 12, so we could get in a quick run. Breakfast was at aforementioned schmancy lounge in the Marriott. Brandon got coffee at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf while I decided to wait for Starbucks until we got in the park … not realizing that the ‘Bux I wanted to hit up was actually in Downtown Disney. Oops. As a result, I didn’t caffeinate myself until late morning (when I found the licensed store on Main Street).


We met up with my brother and his family as soon as we entered the park. We all agreed to buy FastPasses for Space Mountain, but first, we went on Finding Nemo Submarine Voyage.

Amelia and Jax.

Amelia loves Nemo.

I vaguely remember this ride from way back in the day when it was 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea-themed and it had the scary squid of doom try to eat the Nautilus. I think I liked it better then, too. The loose “plot” of this ride … didn’t work.

Post-ride, we hit up Space Mountain (otherwise known as the first test of the Dramamine).

B and I went on it first – no nausea! woo! dizziness, though … – and then watched Jax while Amelia and the parents rode.

… I’m pushing around a stroller. This will never be my future. Unless I’m borrowing other people’s kids. Like I am here.

Afterward, Stefan and Nicole took Jax over to Toontown to get in line for characters because Amelia wanted to ride with B on Autopia.

In line. Someone behind us was like, “your daughter has her shoes on the wrong feet.” B was right on it – “she’s not my daughter, she’s my niece.” “Well your niece has her shoes on the wrong feet.” Meh. She said her feet didn’t hurt so whatever. (I did tell mom later though.)

Autopia was okay. Would have been better without other people (that is, the other idiots on the road/track). We walked Amelia to Toontown to dump her off with her parents and then wandered off to find me some coffee.

Saw the Mad Tea Party (i.e. Tea Cups) on the way. Did not ride. Did not want to test the limits of the Dramamine. They looked pretty, though.

Stopped at the Market House (which has a licensed Starbucks inside) for some much needed caffeine (that is, iced coffee) and a cheese danish. I think B got extra coffee too. We then stopped at the Jolly Holiday Bakery Cafe for more food. It was technically past 10:30 (like 10:37) and therefore officially lunchtime, but they still had bacon, egg, and cheese croissants on display, so we bought one and split it. It was food. That’s all I’ll say about that.

Our next FastPass was for the Haunted Mansion, but I’m pretty sure we walked through Tarzan’s Treehouse on the way there (another thing I vaguely remember from back in the day … when it was Swiss Family Robinson themed and WAY COOLER). Haunted Mansion was much like I remembered it.

Pirates of the Caribbean didn’t have a FastPass, but we decided to wait in the line for it anyway. It has been redone to be heavy on the Jack Sparrow, but there’s still some “questionableness” to it with the wench/wife auction bit. Makes me happy they didn’t completely overhaul it.

At that point, our FastPass for Big Thunder Mountain Railroad was just about ready, so we walked over there and met up with Nicole who was sitting with Jax waiting for Stefan and Amelia to ride. While chatting, B got a Mickey Bar.

Damn things are frozen solid.

Ride wasn’t bad. Kind of disappointed there were no cameras to take pictures on it. We knew we needed more food, so we wandered around looking for it … stopping at Frontierland Shootin’ Exposition on the way. It’s one of those cheesy shooting gallery things that costs 50 cents … but we enjoy them (and I’m actually pretty good at it), so we stopped and spent the dollar.

We split (okay, B more ate) a hot dog and chips from the Refreshment Corner and then a root beer float (one of the best deals at any theme park) from the Gibson Girl Ice Cream Parlor. We also took this opportunity to sit for a moment.

Food eaten, we finally did B’s favorite ride ever, Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters. When he visited with his parents back in 2009, he kept emailing me photos from the ride. I crushed it (and him), beating him by like 30,000 points. He was stunned. And happy, yet annoyed. I think his parents were secretly happy about this.

Since I didn’t get to really see Mickey’s Toontown earlier, we walked up that way next to explore it, walking through Chip ‘n Dale Treehouse and then wander around a bit until our next FastPass was ready.

In front of Sleeping Beauty’s Castle.

B wanted to meet Moana, so we met Moana.

It’s A Small World.

Our next FastPass was for the Matterhorn Bobsleds. Fun ride … yetis inside the mountain were definitely creepy … and it broke down on us, right before the finish. It was actually nice to just chill for a second, we were right near the waterfall, good ambiance … it wasn’t bad.

Being stopped meant I could take pictures of us.

Thanks to the ride breaking down, we got another FastPass to use at almost any ride, so we decided to use it for Indiana Jones Adventure (so ride it at 5pmish as opposed to our 8pm scheduled FP time). we quickly saw the family and learned that poor Nicole was dying, so they skipped their dinner reservations and made it an earlier night so they could get in a second day okay. We got in line … and right afterward … the ride breaks down. We had the option to hang out and wait for it to reopen, so we decided to do that. I was checking the Beanpot score while I had reception and B decided to do some yogic legs up the wall to stretch out.

We ended up averaging about 28,500 steps each day, so this was a lifesaver for him.

The ride was actually really fun and I do love me some Indy.

Afterward, we went on the Jungle Cruise (which is apparently better at night) … it was okay. So many one-liners. I hear Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson is in talks to redo it and I’m excited to see what it will turn into.

At this point, we really wanted actual food (not just snacks) and I wanted to try to watch the final bit of the Beanpot (despite BU sucking), so we exited the park and went to the ESPNZone in Downtown Disney (and saw the two Starbucks). I couldn’t get the Beanpot on TV (fail. but given how it went …), but got a beer and ACTUAL FOOD OMG (cobb salad). We finished, walked outside … and lo and behold, it was raining. We weren’t quite finished yet, so we hopped the Monorail back into the park pretty much just so I could ride It’s A Small World. Mostly the same as I remember it, except it’s been updated with actual Disney characters tossed in when appropriate (like Lilo and Stitch in the Polynesian area). It also had a creepy Mountie, which was hysterical. It wasn’t as crappy as I remembered, but this could also be because we made snarky comments about everything? Who knows.

I’ll end this here, and come back next time with day two … which was a touch of Disneyland and a lot of California Adventure!

On Helga’s German Restaurant

We tend to get in food ruts.

If you pay attention to my travel posts – particularly the ones on cities I’ve visited several times – you’ve probably noticed that we often migrate toward the same places. We’ve tried to get a bit better with this in Las Vegas (and are going to start this in Tucson) … but we’re super guilty of sticking with our old favorites at home in Denver.

Therefore, in order to MAKE US PICK SOME NEW PLACES DANGIT, I actually started a page for “new restaurants tried” in the super loose bullet journal I’ve got going this year.

First new place tried? Helga’s German Restaurant and Deli, in Aurora.

It was a touch obnoxious to get to (sometimes, Google Maps, I swear …), but it’s basically off Exposition sorta behind the train station near Aurora Mall. We went on January 31st at around 6:45 pm. They had some soft pretzels and a beer cheese sauce that looked outstanding, but we decided if we wanted anything extra, we’d rather have dessert rather than an appetizer.

Ambiance was what you’d probably typically think of a German restaurant (that is, Bavarian-style). B I believe had a Paulaner Wheat, which he liked. I abstained since I’m not the biggest fan of German beers.

We both had schnitzels for dinner – his was the traditional, with green beans and fried spaetzle on the side. I had the rahm schnitzel – “Your choice of Pork, Chicken, or Veal: breaded or floured, then fried and topped with our chef’s made-to-order sauce using rich cream, mushrooms, and our brown sauce to create a creamy mushroom delicacy” – with more traditional spaetzle on the side as well as the kroketten (fried potato dumplings … which I was hoping would be the smaller potato balls I fell in love with over there ages ago … but alas, no.).


Our dinner took a bit longer to come out – even compared to a table that got seated after us – but I think it was probably due to the above-mentioned made-to-order sauce. We’re really pretty patient, but it’s hard seeing people in a larger party than yours who got seated after you get their food first.

(I should mention that we also apparently got soup with our meals and we chose the potato. It had a weird spice in it that was a tad too much, but other than that, we enjoyed it.)

We did decide to do a dessert and split the apple strudel (which we got a la mode):


My only complaint with it was that I wish it had been a bit warmer.

Overall, it was a good meal. Would we go back? Probably, but given how heavy it was, not for a good few months.

Tucson, January 2018

I seriously go to Tucson/Arizona enough at this point that I’m just titling these posts as to when I go. Which I’m pretty sure I’ve also intro’ed with before. *shrugs*

In any case … I had a serious, serious hankering for Mexican food. Not the green chile-based crap that you mostly find in Colorado. Oh no, I wanted the deliciousness I get in Tucson. As I don’t work … I felt like adventure. I was considering going on my own … but B wanted to come … so we went together.

We tried getting Hamilton tickets in the DCPA presale the morning of Monday, January 25th … but our random lottery numbers were way too far down. I also in theory had a Global Entry appointment that afternoon, but thanks to the government shutting down, that was also cancelled. So, we decided to get a bit more time in Tucson and bust out of town Monday.

Dinner was at K Bob’s in Las Vegas, N.M., and we stopped for the night in Albuquerque. Got up earlyish Tuesday morning and continued on driving. I mostly just snacked for lunch and dinner was at the glorious, wonderful Casa Molina. Cheese crisp, beer, bean burrito … and instead of a green corn tamale, I decided to try a chicken enchilada.

It was pretty dang delicious.

After dinner, we met up with our friends Seton and Debbie for a drink at the Tucson Hop Shop … and to pick up Girl Scout cookies. Mmmm, Thin Mints.

We found out late Monday night that the government was reopening, so I called on Tuesday to try to reschedule my Global Entry appointment at DIA. Yeah, unless I wanted to walk in that day, they weren’t going to help. I got on the site to reschedule when we got to our hotel … and the next appointment in Denver? July. Not helpful. I checked Tucson … February 3. Also not particularly helpful. However, I saw a spot for Nogales (the border) … they had a ton of spots open. I picked an early spot for the next morning.

So, Wednesday morning, we woke up early, got breakfast at the hotel, stopped for coffee, and then took I-19 south out of Tucson to Nogales, Ariz., just at the border. 20 minutes later, Global Entry appointment was taken care of, easy peasy.

We stopped at Mission San Xavier del Bac on our drive back to Tucson. I’m pretty sure I’d been there before – I did have a great-aunt who was a nun, after all – but I definitely didn’t remember it. So, we stopped.




The Mission is the oldest intact European structure in Arizona, which is pretty dang cool. It also still has Mass to this day, even as they continue to renovate it. Plus we saw a few crested saguaro on the drive, so that automatically made it worthwhile.

After, we drove back to Tucson to pick up a tote bag at a visitor’s center that I won off the @visittucson Instagram feed, Bookman’s to check out the used books, and then some In-n-Out Burger for lunch.

Afterward, we spent some relaxing time by the pool (even though Tucson was kind of cold … well … comparatively) before heading off to Saguaro National Park. We picked up a few items at the Visitor’s Center (because it’s been closed most every other time we’ve been), went for a short run, and then caught the sunset – something I’ve been trying to do for a while.

B and saguaro.



Almost doesn’t look real.

Pics taken, we did our standard Tucson meal for dinner – Eegee’s (where I tried their flavor of the month – prickly pear – and it was weird), a stop at Wienerschnitzel for fries and good ketchup, and then Lucky Wishbone. I got my usual shrimp, but B actually decided to try their fried chicken:

It was surprisingly good.

While tasty as always, I think I might actually be able to skip Lucky Wishbone next trip. And only mooch off of B’s eeg.

Headed out early the next morning and decided to do the whole drive in one day.

New Mexico state monument as seen off a rest stop somewhere near Truth or Consequences. Have always wondered what it was for. Monument was closed. Remains a mystery.

El Camino Family Restaurant, Socorro, N.M. (no web site). Lunch stop. Average BLT. Glad I got cheese on my fries.

We get bored, we take selfies. Okay, I do.

Dinner to make it quick and easy was Golden Corral in Pueblo, Colo.

Short little jaunt, but always nice to head to Tucson for a visit.