Sunday, October 5, 2008

Roast and Mashed Potatoes

Before I flew back to Dominica from my visit in Ohio, I decided to attempt to freeze and carry on some meat and cheese. I contacted TSA to ensure my frozen sour cream would not cause any security issues. TSA responded with a long letter outlining their policies and procedures which basically stated that TSA tries not to limit travelers from carrying on foods. I didn't know this. Much to my surprise as well, I was allowed to keep my ice in my cooler.

The content of my cooler included: 2 chuck roasts, hot Italian sausage, ham, sharp cheddar cheese, and 2 small containers of sour cream. I individually wrapped all the meat in plastic and then in newspaper for insulation. In retrospect, I wish I had brought more. When I got to San Juan, I had to stay the night in a hotel. I was worried that the meat might thaw out but it was a risk I was willing to take. When I got to my room, I opened up the cooler to find the meat was still rock hard.

To make a long story short, everything in my cooler made it safely to Dominica with me. The meat was outside of a freezer for roughly 36 hours and remained completely frozen. I guess newspaper is a good insulator. So today, I am making roast and mashed potatoes!!!! Josh has his first test of the semester tomorrow so I thought a nice hearty Sunday dinner would be perfect. I'll let you know if it turns out...

UPDATE:

Oh yes... it was delicious. Josh and I both feel ill right now... totally worth it.


Thursday, October 2, 2008

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Visit to Ohio

If you don't know, I have been Ohio visiting my parents for the past 2 weeks. They recently moved to Cincinnati for my dad's job. I was born in Ohio and moved to New York when I was 12 years old. So I have a special place in my heart for Ohio.

Here are some of the few pictures I took:
Some of the highlights of the trip include: the food, the food and the food, driving my car, going to an amusement park with the family, seeing my dad's face go completely white with terror as we dropped 200+ feet on Drop Tower (at King's Island Amusement Park), eating lots of ice cream, Skyline Chili, homemade food, our attempt to make Cafe Rio, REAL MILK, fountain diet coke, and so much more.
It was really nice to have a break from island life but I have to say, I was happy to come home. Josh and I haven't been apart that long since I was in Kenya for two months (pre-marriage). Also, I kind of missed island life! I think because it is ours... this is our first home together and I wasn't able to enjoy being home as much without Josh there. Every time I took a bit of a delicious hamburger or pot roast I felt like I was cheating on Josh!!!

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Red skies tonight, sailor's delight!

I wish my camera could capture how vivid the sunset was. It was breathtaking. We will never have a view like this again.
Here are more pictures of our Boiling Lake Adventure and activities around the island taken by Brandon:


Just a couple stairs...

This is not a picture of teamwork, this is a picture of a wonderful husband pulling his wife up the mountain! (Notice that he also wore the backpack the entire journey... what a great man)

Glorious Hot Springs!

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Smokers vs. Non-smokers


Since we just started our final semester on the island, new neighbors moved in to our building and the building next to ours. We have at least two people in our building who are smokers and several in the building right next to our bedroom window. As students started trickling back from break, we started noticing more and more cigarette smoke in our apartment. We noticed one of our new neighbors smoking on her balcony. So we decided to politely ask her to smoke on the other side of her apartment to avoid cigarette smoke from pooling into our bedroom window. She was very apologetic and ever since that single discussion, she smokes on the opposite side. We never smell smoke from her in our bedroom. This was the second positive experience we had with a smoker in our building. When we explained how the wind and our fan direct the smoke directly into our room and how Josh is allergic, these two individuals were more than willing to accommodate our request.


Then we started noticing more and more cigarette smoke in our bedroom. Many times it occured when our one neighbor was not home so we knew it was coming from another source. The smoke was so pungent that we literally felt like someone was blowing smoke directly into our face. Both of us had trouble breathing, got an instant headache, and of course became agitated. The right to clean air seems like such a basic right that people shouldn't need to discuss it. I support any one's right to choose. But I think choices come with responsibility. For instance, if I decide to eat lots and lots of sweets, does anyone have to right to tell me that I can't eat those delicious sweets? I don't believe so. But I have to accept responsibility for the harm this choice causes my body and how this choice could affect those around me. Maybe I will develop diabetes and my friends and family will be burdened by this disease. Or maybe someone will view my habits and develop similar behavior of their own. The point is if someone wants to smoke... I say "Good on yah mate"... but also I would say to be aware of how that choice affects others around you.
So girl next door, this is how your smoking affects us: 1. My husband is allergic so he literally struggles to breathe when forced to consumer second hand smoke. 2. Josh and I have made the conscious decision not to smoke in our life and this choice should be respected i.e. a smoke-free life, and 3. The cost for us to have to close our windows and run our A/C is an almost unbearable expense. 4. Headaches from the toxic fumes and from the agony of fighting over this situation.


(Now I am jumping off my soapbox....)


We discovered where the smoke was originating. A couple in the building next to ours were smoking on their balcony. Unfortunately their apartment is positioned directly next to a wind tunnel between buildings that brings the smoke directly into our bedroom. Josh kindly approached the guy and explained the situation. The guy seemed accommodating and assured us that we would move downstairs and away from our building to avoid "second-handing" us. Josh was grateful and left. Not more than an hour later did we smell the smoke again. So Josh when downstairs again to assess the situation. Much to his surprise, the guy and his girlfriend were both smoking in the exact same place as before. When the guy saw Josh, he rolled his eyes and sighed. (Not a sigh like I am sorry my smoke is still bothering you but a sigh like you are so annoying for asking me to move again). This of course frustrated Josh relentlessly. I tried to calm him down and diffuse the situation but it was too late. By this time it was time for bed and our room was filled with smoke. I waited for them to finish their cigarettes and blasted fresh air into the apartment. Josh fell asleep quickly and I just put my sheets over my mouth and nose to drown out the smell.


The next morning, both of us had sore throats and tight chests. I am sure smoke continued to fill our room as we slept.


So last night, we decided that if we smelled smoke again that I would go down because maybe they wouldn't know we were married and they would just think it was someone else complaining. We had wishful hopes that this might convince the couple that this was a problem affecting several people and a reasonable accommodation would be in order. Well sure enough around 9:30 smoke poured in. So I walked over to the building and sure enough, the girl and her friend were smoking in nearly the same location. I explained how the smoke was coming into my bedroom because of the wind direction and asked if she would mind moving to the other side of the building. She proceeded to turn her back to me, make faces to her friend, and act as if I was asking for her to give me an organ. I even acknowledged the inconvenience this would cause her and apologized for that. She didn't care to listen, snapped at me, and said "FINE I will move". I said thank you and left. But no more than 15 minutes later did we smell cigarette smoke. SIGH


Where did we go wrong? I recognize that we were a little pushy but our sleep was being jeopardized and that is nothing to joke about. Any suggestions on how to make the smoker listen to our requests and move? Or is it a lost cause and should we just "bite the cigarette" and use our A/C at night? Why does there have to be a war between smokers and non-smokers? Another SIGH!

Monday, September 8, 2008

Final days with our visitors

Brandon and Lauren brought their GPS so we could do some geo-caching. I wish I knew about geo-caching sooner because I LOVE it! It is a big scavenger hunt in nature = awesome. There are two caches on the island. The first cache was about 30 minutes away inside of a hotel. The hint for the cache was "solar panels". So after we unsuccessfully search around the grounds for the panels, we realized that solar panels were probably placed on top of the building. What a beautiful view!


The second cache lead us into downtown Roseau to a closed restaurant. We were disappointed that we couldn't see the cache but at least we "found" it. After our trip to boiling lake, we received how cool it would be to start a cache at the lake. But neither of us are willing to take that journey again! I think we should pay someone who is already going to set one up for us.

After geo-caching, we walked around Roseau searching for some goodies for Brandon and Lauren to bring home. Then we jumped in our rental car and headed down to the most southern point of the island, Scotts head. It was beautiful and had some of the best snorkeling I have ever done.



I almost forgot to tell you about the other car story. Like most things on this island, you can never predict when a store will run out of a product or when a new shipment will arrive. We were not aware that this happened with gasoline. We had to take Brian to the airport and our car literally had no gas. We didn't know if we even had enough gas to drive around looking for gas! Every gas station we knew of had tape over the pumps or handwritten signs that said "No Gas". So we called our local friend Ren and asked him if he has any gas we could buy. He asked where we were and said he was on is way. I was hoping that meant yes. 15 minutes later Ren shows up and tells us to follow him. He lead us to his friends house to buy black-market gas! That's right. We had to swear not to tell anyone that we bought gas from this guy. Hilarious! At least we were able to get Brian to the airport and it is yet another memorable experience in Dominica!!

Monday, September 1, 2008

A car with TOO much character and our hike to hell and back!

Brian, Josh, Brandon, Lauren, Sarah

Part I:
Firstly, we have had such a fun break so far with Josh's college buddies. Brian left us on Sunday(tear) but not before we had a blast. One of these adventures included our trek to the 2nd largest boiling lake in the world. The trail head to the boiling lake is located about 30 minutes from Roseau or about an hour and a half from us. From the trail head, we were told the hike would take anywhere from 2 1/2 hours to 4 hours each way... crazy. Surprisingly enough, the length of trip was not the most daunting part...the 3 hours of stair climbing each way was the real challenge. We began our journey around 10:30am. It was pouring down rain and quite chilly. Everyone was instantly soaked and wondering if we made the right decision. But we pressed forward. The first hour of the hike was pretty enjoyable. We splashed through water and enjoyed the beautiful rain forest. The first set of stairs we came to lead us down to the base of a mountain where we passed a local guide. He informed us that we still had two hours left. (Ugh) This is where the stairs from hell began. For the next hour and a half we climbed thousands of endless grueling leg numbing stairs. This agony took us to the top of a beautiful mountain. We could spot several steaming hot springs in the distance but the trail took us even further. Next, we climbed completely down the mountain we had just tackled into the "Valley of Desolation".
From here, we continued down a river, up more stairs, down some stairs, and up some rocks until we finally made it to the boiling lake. Everyone found the nearest boulder and rested before rummaging for their cameras. To be quite honest, after such an exhausting and taxing hike, I wished the lake was a bit "cooler". I was just happy to rest my legs, eat a granola bar, and shed a few tears thinking about the hike back. Needless to say, it was quite an adventure. I was definitely not mentally prepared for this trek. But we had a really fun time and we all definitely felt a huge sense of accomplishment after completing a very difficult hike.
The lake



This hike was my Everest. All of us have literally been wobbling around because our legs are still so sore. I think we should make shirts that say, "I made it to the boiling lake and I only have this crappy shirt to show for it!" :)

Part II:
The second adventure of this week dealt with the cars in our life. The red car I previously blogged about turns out to have a bit too much character for our liking. The car recently decided to no longer start or go into 2nd gear and reverse. It was tolerable until I got stuck sideways on a hill. I asked some locals to help me push the car back because my car wouldn't go into reverse. Of course the one guy "had" to try reverse for himself. So after his failed attempt, he turned the ignition off....... oh crap. "Sir, my car doesn't start either". So after this local literally ditched me (not before he offered me a rental car... jerk!), I decided to recruit some new students to help me! These two very nice boys graciously accepted my invitation. They helped me push the car to flat ground then push the car while I attempted to jump start the engine. Unfortunately after three failed attempts, largely due to my inability to jump start the engine in 2nd gear, I pushed the car into a parking spot, thanked the boys for their help, and left. I was so very frustrated and upset mostly because our friends left us this car as a favor and now it is falling apart. Not to mention, while our friends are here, we were somewhat relying on this car to take us around the island. Luckily, our local friend Ren recommended a great mechanic named Nicu who sounds very knowledgeable about vehicles and who is extremely inexpensive. He said that the clutch is about to fail which is why the car is no longer shifting properly. So to replace the clutch entirely, he will charge us $190 EC for labor and around $100-150 EC for the new clutch.... anyone do the calculation? That is 340 EC = 130 US. I challenge anyone to find a mechanic who will replace your clutch in your car for 130 dollars.
I will save the other car story for my next blog... I am keeping you hooked!