Category Archives: Things I hate

“earn your beer, bitch”

28 July 2017 Seattle, Washington

Yesterday evening we met a couple of our friends (Nickie & Dave) at the local pub (sounds like we're back in Britain, eh? We're totally not.) and had a few pints and played a few pub games and visited and had a nice time. Yay, friends!!

Today we were up early again (PS – I slept way better last night) to go running. And we went running again. Four miles again (for those of you keeping track… I know I am… that's 3 times this week for four miles. Pretty sweet!!). The run today was good. I felt good (which was kind of a relief after the beers last night) and we actually improved our time quite a bit too. Under 12 minutes/mile. We're definitely making progress.

Sometimes I read the "running" "reddit" and today they have the Friday spotlight where a runner shares various running and personal stuff about herself or himself. Today's runner is a woman who's mantra used to be "earn your beer, bitch" which I thought was awesome, so now I'm stealing it from her. But also giving her proper credit, even though she's just a username on reddit, so I'm not even sure how to give proper credit and probably don't want to use her username in my blog since my readers are kind of sketchy and might… haha… that's a joke. My readers are awesome and there's only like 3 of them. But anyways, I thought the mantra was funny, so I'm borrowing it. And I'm just making it known that I am not that clever and didn't come up with it myself, but now it's the reason I run. That and to eat more. Because I love food.

ladies, put down the perfume and step away slowly with your hands in the air

Today on our run, we passed this lady walker who completely stunk of perfume. In fact, as we ran in the opposite direction, Husband muttered "her perfume is going to kill me." And I got a little concerned because he is very sensitive to scents and I wasn't sure if he had his rescue inhaler with him, but he said he was fine. And really, if you're outside on a nature trail, even if you're walking to your job or whatever (meaning, you're not out for an exercise/sweaty walk), that's cool, but lay off the perfume, for the love of all that is good and other things. I've noticed that people who wear perfumes sometimes (and this happened to me, so I know) become so desensitized to the smell that they end up putting on too much. And then everyone gets to smell it for MILES. Listen, if I can smell your perfume, you're wearing too much. Unless I'm nuzzling you. Then I should be able to. But I'm not usually nuzzling strangers anywhere, so I shouldn't smell your perfume. I seriously hate perfume. And air fresheners.

Food & Activity

Breakfast

Fruit (melon, blueberries, kiwi, banana) plus yogurt plus branflakes. Coffee plus milk. Calories: 449

Lunch

Scrambled eggs with green onion on my buns. With a tomato and cucumber salad on the side. Calories:

Dinner

I don't want to talk about it. Let's just say there might have been a burger with peanut butter and bacon, which sounds gross, but I assure you it's good. And several beers. Ugh. Tonight was not good. At all.

Activity

Beer earned. Four mile run (see above… and ease up on the perfume, please).

my quarter of a cup runneth over

27 July 2017 Seattle, Washington

I'm getting a bit of a head start on my blog post for tomorrow, today. Um… I just confused myself.

Now that we've been back in the US and dealing with grocery stores and counting calories and all of this, I wanted to write about how full of shit the US food labeling system is. Seriously. Look, Europe isn't perfect with labels either, but they did pass a regulation a few years ago that made it mandatory to label food (which is kind of crazy if you think about it… this only became mandatory last year!). And the way they do it is really nice. The requirement includes listing out the nutritional information per 100 grams of the food. So it doesn't matter that a typical "serving" is 5 grams (although they can include that as well, but it's optional), they have to list out all the details for 100 grams of whatever it is. So, for example, you're in France, Italy, Scotland, wherever… and you want to get some cereal. And you're interested in whatever is the lowest calorie cereal, so you start picking up boxes and looking at the nutrition information. And it's all listed there for 100 grams of the cereal. So it's the definition of comparing 'apples to apples' because, even though you aren't going to eat (maybe) 100 grams each morning, at least you are able to see that the bran flakes have 349 calories, vs. the 550 in that granola (I'm making these figures up… I really have no idea if there is a cereal that has 550 calories per 100 grams… it's just for illustration purposes). It's really easy to tell which one has fewer calories. And it's like this for basically everything in the store. Theoretically you can compare apples and oranges and make an informed decision. Brilliant!!

Yesterday we went to Trader Joe's (love that place!) and we walked by the bread section… and I muttered to myself (maybe a bit louder than I realized) "never again, store bought bread… never again" and then a little roll type thing caught my eye, so I wandered over to have a look. It was a pretzel roll. I wish I took a picture with a banana for scale because it was probably shorter than most bananas, but slightly fatter. According to the package, it is 4.5 oz. And I turned it over to have a look at the calories: 160. And for a split second, I thought "not too bad" and then I saw "Serving size: 1/2 roll, Servings per package: 2." You've seen this before. How about those little bags of chips that they sell at sandwich shops and in the deli section of the store? Yeah, those all have 2-2.5 servings per bag. Are they fucking kidding? Who in the hell doesn't eat the whole bag? Alright, so there's that… single serving bags masquerading as multiple serving bags, so that the products seem less awful for you. Did you know that the serving size for a pickle is "1/3 of a pickle"? Nope? It's because they are high in sodium. Have you ever met a person who only eats 1/3 of a pickle? Me either. Personally I rarely even eat a bite of a pickle because I don't like then much.

Then there's cereal and a million other things that are measured in fucking "cups". Again, what the ever living fuck, FDA? I get it, "cups" and all the other "household measuring thingies" are common in the US. I get that, but holy shit, you guys, we should all have food scales. It's so much more accurate. (and if things really go south, we can all become drug dealers and won't have to buy a scale). The FDA does require the food manufacturer to put the grams on the package as well, but those are all over the place (for instance, we currently have two hot cereal packages from Bob's Red Mill. The serving size is 1/4 cup on both, but on one that is 46 grams and the other is 30 grams. Not at all useful, Bob's), so it's impossible to compare one product to the next because the servings sizes are all different. Argh. It drives me insane.

I started reading the actual rules yesterday and my head just about exploded. Not only is it complicated, but there are so many exceptions to everything. For example, ingredient/serving size. So they have minimums that have to be counted, but since it's by serving size, TicTacs are SUGAR FREE, according to the rules. You know what's in a tictac? Sugar, that's what. Total and complete bullshit.

Anyway, I found this article that sums up the differences between the US and EU requirements. Apparently the US is suppose to be updating the requirements to deal with this serving size bullshit, but I have no idea if or when that will become a thing. Especially now. Since we have a moron as president.

Alright, I'm off to bed now. Just wanted to get a head start on my post tomorrow, since apparently I have something to rant about.

Today, with feeling

We got up early today to go running before the death ray… you get the idea. I hate running in the sunshine. Or the heat. Today I woke up to glorious clouds and fog! Ahhh… sublime. I also woke up a bit crabby because I had trouble sleeping last night (hips were achy and I couldn't get comfortable and also couldn't remember where I put the ibuprofen.) I had serious doubts about my ability to run today. But the good news is that WE RAN FOUR MILES AGAIN!!! Yeeaaaaahhhhh. Unfortunately I'm still a wee bit crabby, but better than earlier. And the run was good. We are improving all around.

Food and Activity

Breakfast

I changed things up today to save time. Fruit (melon, kiwi, and banana) with yogurt and bran flakes. Oh and coffee with milk. Calories: 419 (fruit is surprisingly caloric).

Lunch

My buns, toasted with chicken tenders and a spicy slaw topping. Calories: 473

Dinner

Trader Joe's Chicken Potstickers with soy, ginger, garlic, spicy pepper dipping sauce, broccoli, and mushrooms. Calories: 471

nack

We met our friends at the local pub, so I had a few pints. Calories: 720 (beer is the devil!!)

otal calories: 2083
Activity

Ran 4 miles! Again. W00t!!

catching up… day by day…

8 June 2017 Nardò, Italy

Yes, still catching up in the past… on this day, we spent the afternoon with Mackenzie & Christopher, who live in Nardò. We took a drive to the sea and had aperitivi in one of the little seaside towns. Then we got attacked by mosquitoes (zanzare) and had to leave (also because they were setting up for dinner). Sorry, I didn’t take any pictures…

at this point, I’d be the best airbnb host…

13 May 2017 Corneliano d’Alba

Yes, I forgot to post a blog yesterday. We traveled from Aosta to Corneliano d’Alba. It was a pretty short drive, we checked in early in the day, did grocery shopping, took a walk, blah blah blah… are you dying of boredom yet? Yes, probably.

But this new apartment is really beautiful. It’s big… huge, in fact. It’s got a lot of bedrooms and bathrooms. And the kitchen is pretty nice (not big, but good). The TV service basically sucks. Most of the channels don’t come through clearly, but oh well. We aren’t here to watch tv. Anyway… I’ll get back to this in a minute.

This morning, I woke up at 4AM. I know it was 4 because the church bells woke me up. Which is good because I had to pee. And then they woke me up at 5 and at 6 and I finally gave up around 7 or something. I don’t remember. It sounds worse than it was. I did get back to sleep. No huge deal. But anyways, today… we got up, figured out the apartment, went shopping, had lunch, and visited Alba, which is really close. It’s nice out, you guys. No jacket today. It was like 70-something degrees. And supposed to get hotter here. Wow… such a change from when we left Italy in January when it was snowing in the south! Anyways, I digress again. We got back to the apartment, had cocktails, and made dinner. And here we are. Watching some TV. So see? Now I’ve come full circle.

And now that I’ve got the day’s events out of the way, I can write about what I really have in my head.

what I’ve learned from airbnb

First of all, if you actually use airbnb as it was originally intended… kind of as a house swap while you’re out of town, I don’t see how it even works? Because you’re not there to let guests in and welcome them? So who the hell is supposed to do this? Anyway, most of the places we’ve stayed, we meet the host. Sometimes we don’t, sometimes we call them on WhatsApp… and later wonder… “does this person even have the authority to rent this place or do they just know where the keys are?”  Anyways… here are a few things I’ve learned:

  • Meet your visitors. Even for just a few minutes to give a quick tour, answer questions, give keys. No biggie. We may not see each other ever again, which is fine, but it’s nice to meet people at the beginning. We also like to see people before we leave, but that’s not always in the cards. It’s weird when you don’t meet the host and they just give you a code, or worse, instructions to “tailgate someone into the building… go to the 13th floor and the door will be open, keys on the table.” The code part is actually fine. I like the flexibility that gives us… like if we are late, I don’t worry. And we can be early or whatever and that’s nice. But I do like to meet the host. One of the weirdest was when we stayed in a basement apartment in Portland, Oregon. We had a code to get in and never once even saw our host. We heard them sometimes, but never saw them or met them… so odd. Most of the time, if the person is in town (and the place isn’t managed by a company), we meet them, even after our actual check-in.
  • Leave a manual. It’s nice to know how stuff works. And the wifi password. And what to do with the garbage (especially if it’s a self-check in situation). And if there are any weird things. Or any recommendations in the neighborhood. This is just generally a nice thing to have.
  • Empty the fucking fridge. No one is going to eat/drink that opened container of anything. Full fucking stop. Maybe you’re a starving college student… wait, if you’re a starving college student, you aren’t staying in these places. These places are too expensive for you. So clean out the fridge. We’ve been to several places where they have (nicely) left a pint of milk and that is great. It’s new, unopened. Awesome. But that is the only thing in the fridge. There is no half consumed bottle of coke. There is no partially eaten butter. Or juice, or whatever the fuck. Just a new container of milk. For the morning coffee. That is very nice.
  • Leave a “gift” of sorts. Some milk, maybe a bottle of wine, maybe other breakfast items, or something local (in Sicily we had a package full of local pastries, which wasn’t good for the waistline, but was delicious… and we went back to that shop a few times for other stuff… win/win). Nothing fancy. But a little gift is nice. It’s not mandatory or anything. But if you leave the fridge full of crap, I might take away some stars.
  • Make sure the kitchen stuff is clean. Not just the counter tops. But the dishes and pots and pans. And put them away. I know, this is a little extra work. A little. But the previous guest may or may not have cleaned stuff very well. I’d just say, give the place a once over… check the stuff that’s already put away just to make sure it’s clean. And empty the fucking fridge. This doesn’t always happen, but sometimes a previous guest isn’t good with the whole cleaning thing, so stuff isn’t clean. And it’s gross. And it just taints my entire opinion of a place.
  • Bathrooms – clean the fucking shower drain at least sometimes. We’ve had problems with slow drains. There was the place in London where the shower drain would fill up and then suddenly drain just fine a few minutes later. Then there was another drain, I can’t remember where, that was full. We (Husband) had to clean it out. Then this current place. The shower has these odd pieces of stone (slabs) on the floor. They look cool, but the shower drains slow (Husband’s report after first shower). And I went to shower and noticed a lot of hair around the perimeter… and that’s just nasty. And the drain didn’t drain, so also annoying. So we picked up some cleaning supplies and gloves and I cleaned the drain and the slabs… and it was disgusting. Hair hair and more hair. I mean, I get it, shower drains get nasty. That’s just life. So clean this shit out so your guests don’t have to. Also, this colors my opinion of a place and I start looking at EVERYTHING to see if it’s clean. Kind of a bummer.
  • If you have a washer, have a drying rack. Or a dryer… but some of these foreign dryers don’t really do much, so have a drying rack. The last London apartment had a dryer that was broken AND no drying rack, so we had to hang our clothes strategically around the apartment. Rather annoying. Most places have a rack. Some racks are better than others.
  • Important things all kitchens need to have (this list isn’t everything, but it is stuff that has been missing from at least one, if not more, apartments where we’ve stayed): hot mitts, an oven, at least one large cutting board, knives that are sharp or can be sharpened, a big mixing bowl or two, a baking dish, a frying pan, a sauce pan, a colander, a cheese grater, a coffee maker of some kind, scissors (nearly everywhere has had scissors, actually), decent wine glasses
  • Be responsive. We’ve had the occasional issue, which is to be expected. Like in our cottage in the Cotswolds, the first morning I found out the microwave was broken. It turned on and did things, but didn’t do microwavy things like heat stuff up. So I messaged the owner and we had a new one a few days later. Obviously, as a host, you aren’t checking every last thing all the time. That’s silly. So you rely on your guests to tell you when shit is broken. And then you need to fix it, hopefully quickly. Even if they say it’s not a big deal, it probably is… and so it’s in your best interest to just fix the problem as quickly as possible. We haven’t had a lot of things go wrong… just a few things. Nothing huge either. But it’s nice when the host/owner is responsive and fixes stuff quickly.
  • And, since it’s not only on the host to do everything, we always make sure that we leave a place in great condition. We clean the kitchen, run the dishwasher, sweep the floors, and take out the garbage. Other stuff… strip the bed and leave all the laundry in a pile somewhere logical. Clean the toilets. We just like to leave a place almost like we haven’t been there. Which is funny because, when we are there, we are THERE… you know what I mean? We spread out… we leave clutter all over the place. We are messy and the kitchen is probably the worst. The only place we weren’t able to really get it as nice as we’d like was Lecce because the water was broken… the pipes were messed up after the snow storm, so we had a good reason, but it still kinda sucked. We felt bad. But we had to leave a day early, so… not the end of the world.
  • Also we try and be quiet and respectful of the neighbors and the area. We realize we are guests, so we aren’t disruptive or loud (hopefully).

At the end of the day, we really appreciate that people open their homes, or their investment properties or whatever to strangers like us. It’s fun. We meet interesting characters and sometimes we don’t meet but we exchange random emails or calls on weirdo technology I’m probably too old to be using. It’s great and one of my favorite things about long term travel.

technology hates me

27 April 2017 Plouescat, France

I’ve been having a number of technology issues lately. Mostly phone related. First, as you might recall, the GPS on my phone is wonky. Basically I have no idea where I am anymore. I can’t Strava our walks and share maps because Strava has no idea where I am either. So that’s one. Broken GPS.

Also the wifi on my phone is flakey. This started in Inverness. We factory reset the phone and restored the backup and it sometimes works. Last night, it lost the wifi, but eventually got it back after Husband did some stuff. Lost it again this morning, but it seems to be working again for the moment.

Bluetooth has also been having minor issues.

Basically my phone is nearly useless. I don’t even know if the phone part works because I hate the phone and am totally ok with that not working ever again.

You might have noticed that none of my recent posts have photos. That’s not because I’ve stopped taking photos or my camera is broken (so far, so good), but instead because I’ve been unable to upload photos to WordPress. Husband is currently trying to fix that problem. You’ll know it’s fixed when photos start to appear again.

For now, technology sucks.

Me and my new friend

rocky afternoon

I was a bit crabby today and not in a good mood. I’m basically blaming technology for my bad day, but also I had a sinus headache and probably didn’t get enough sleep thanks to the rooster that kindly woke me up too early.

Husband on rock


At any rate, things started looking up during our walk this afternoon. We walked out to the sea, which we can see from our bedroom window. The coastline here is big granite boulders. The tide was way out, so we explored the tide pools around the big rocks. Besides falling, my main goal was to avoid crushing any snails. I think I did ok.

Boulders and tide pools


We also saw tons of wildflowers and more artichokes. I restrained myself again today. We went to a local bakery and got baguettes as well as the local wine shop for, yep, wine. After a bad start, I think playing on the rocks improved my mood quite a bit. Probably the advil also helped. Also Husband fixed the photo upload issue on WordPress, so photos are back! YEAH! Here are some wildflowers for your enjoyment…

found the true meaning of ‘Moreton-in-Marsh’

23 March 2017 Stow-on-the-Wold

You can probably guess the true meaning. I probably could have too, if I had really thought about it. Especially after two very rainy days. Marshy. That’s what it means. And ‘marshy’ is just a cute word for ‘muddy’. And ‘muddy’ is what we got. All over ourselves. I guess we must have taken the marshy route from Stow-on-the-Wold to Moreton-in-Marsh. It was a slog. A 9 mile slog. Through muddy fields, muddy trails, muddy marsh, muddy roads.

Not the best of days. We took the bus back to Stow. It was way faster and cleaner, except that it did smell a bit like a public bathroom, which wasn’t great, but far better than the alternative. I probably would have had a nervous breakdown if we had walked back. Plus that would have been about 18 miles, which is probably above and beyond what I would want to do, especially in the mud.

At this point, my shoes are just stained mud. I tried washing them today. They are still brown where they should be blue. I’m going to need a new pair once we get to London.

I don’t have much else to add today. Sorry. Today wasn’t good. It wasn’t fun. It wasn’t an adventure where we giggled and slipped and slid across the marsh. It was just a slog. I hope it dries out a bit or it’s going to be a long week here in the Cotswolds.

muddy muddy walk

Wet Hands, Streaks, and Previously Hated Things

It seems like at the end of every year, especially since social media really became a thing, people are ready for a new year, ready to kick the old one in the nuts, and are generally pretty pissed off about things that happened during the year. So yeah, 2016 was definitely one of those years. I could list eleventy billion shit things that happened, but I started thinking about some of the things that I learned about myself during the course of the year.

Naturally (ok, maybe only naturally to me…), I made a list. These are some of the Little Things.

Hand Dryers Suck

I hate having wet hands. Hate it. So much. And it’s really annoying because I have the bladder the size of a thimble (stick with me… this will make sense). So, when we are out and about, especially on a day trip to another town, I have to pee a billion times, or at least once. And most of the bathrooms here a) have no toilet seat (I’m getting good at squatting), b) have no toilet paper (I carry around tissues for this eventuality – almost always), and c) have those stupid air hand dryers. And not the kind that sort of work (Dyson), but these anemic ones that are basically like blowing on your own hands, so they NEVER DRY. And I know I can wipe them on my pants like a normal person, but I’m traveling with only so many pairs of pants and they will all show hand prints, so it’s kind of a problem to hate wet hands. Anyway, I learned this sometime in 2016. It was quite the revelation to me how much it bothers me. And maybe kind of bizarre.

We’re Streaking!!

I’m obsessed with streaks. I like to track all kinds of things about all kinds of stuff (mostly about myself). It’s funny because when we first started walking, we had the 10,000-steps-a-day goal I started tracking it with an app on my phone. And it was free, which I liked. But horribly inaccurate, which… well, gave me sweaty palms and heart palpitations. Then one day, Husband decided we needed FitBits and I really thought he was bonkers and it was a huge waste of money. But he ordered one for me anyways and like 3 seconds after I got it, I realized that it’s like my favorite gadget ever invented, ever. And thus started the ‘walking streak’. On our first trip to Italy, I had a streak going of 124 days in a row of 10,000+ steps. And the streak unfortunately was broken on the day we traveled back to the US (travel days are hard, you guys). I was really bummed about that. And then I fell off the walking wagon a little bit because reasons. But I got back on the wagon and THAT streak lasted 765 days. SEVEN HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE DAYS. That’s more than two years! Sadly, the streak broke on a fateful (ok, I exaggerate) day in September while we were visiting family in the Bay Area. I put on a brave face to Husband, but I was pretty crushed. Still mourning that streak a little bit. So now the current streak is up to 90-something days.

Maybe you just haven’t had the ‘good’ version of that thing you hate

Things I used to hate, but now I can’t get enough of.

Number one is Cilantro. Yeah, weird, I know. I’m so sad here in Italy because they don’t have cilantro anywhere. Anywhere. Full stop. It doesn’t exist. I remember exactly when I started liking cilantro. I made a green chili chicken soup and Husband put some in his as a garnish and I looked at it with such envy, thinking, “I wish cilantro didn’t taste like soap.” But I brushed that thought aside and tried a little bit and it was the best-thing-ever. Then I started putting it on everything. And it’s not as if I hadn’t had it in years (I ate it accidentally on a regular basis) and it’s not as if this was the “good” cilantro and all my life I’ve been accidentally eating the bad stuff. It was just suddenly delicious.

Number two is squash. And we’re talking almost all squash – winter, summer, all of it. I kind of liked zucchini in certain preparations. I still don’t really like yellow summer squash very much (just not a lot of flavor) and paddy pan squash can die in a fire. Is that even food?? To me it’s like a funny shaped waxy ball of death. And winter squash was always too sweet or too watery. Or just gross. And honestly, I never really ate it as a kid. At least I don’t remember… mom? But since I’ve gotten on this counting calorie thing, I started trying new low calorie things. And do you know how low in calories squash is? And do you know that some of them taste like sweet potato? YES!! I started with spaghetti squash because I fell for that “it’s like noodles” nonsense. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t noodles. Not at all noodles. Not at all. People really are desperate if they think spaghetti squash is like a noodle. Also, it doesn’t go with tomato. And if you think it does, you are wrong. It’s not a noodle and it’s not even a good fake noodle. But anyways… I figured spaghetti squash was OK, so we should try ALL the squash. (there are a lot of varieties!). My favorite is delicata (it’s the small oblong striped one). Then butternut. I like to cut these in half, scoop out the seeds and those stringy bits, put salt and pepper on the flesh, flip them cut side down on a cookie sheet lined with parchment, and cook them in the oven at a high temperature until they are soft and delicious. I don’t like acorn squash much because it’s too watery and vegetabley. I know that’s not a word. I will write a letter to the dictionary people to have it added soon.

Things I still hate – mangoes and kimchee. Husband LOVES kimchee. And what I really can’t stand about it, besides the taste, is the SMELL. It makes me gag. I cannot deal with it. In our ex-house, Husband would sometimes eat it as a snack while I was upstairs showering or something (we tried the 30-block-radius rule, but our house wasn’t that big). I would get out of the shower and I could smell it. And I’d go downstairs and tell him and he would be like, “I opened it and ate it all outside. Then I quickly brought in the plate and washed it with bleach and lye, so there should be no trace. How the fuck can you smell that?!?” Just nasty and I’m glad it doesn’t exist (to my knowledge) in Italy.

Those are the little things. There’s more… stay tuned.