Baby Sea Turtle Guacamole

No hay palabras para descubrir el amor que tengo para Mexico. There are no words to describe the love I have for Mexico. Put me in the Yucatan or in the Oaxacan center, I love this country from the bottom of my heart. Every time I return, it’s like seeing an old friend from college…….. always a great time and looking forward to the next opportunity to “hang out.”

This particular trip has been most interesting since take off. For the first time in my life, while in flight, I saw a shooting star. Unfortunately my wish did not come true: 1) The pilot was not hot. 2) He did not ask me if I wanted to fly the plane then head to Madrid for the weekend………. and so we move forward.

The second thing that has occurred on this trip, which boggled my mind, is one of the most surreal occurrences I have ever experienced. My first night here, I decided to take one of my typical late night strolls along the beach (I realize this is not the epitome of safety but my middle name IS Yoshimi). There I was, walking the beach, with absolutely no one anywhere nearby. I saw a little black squiggly thing in the sand, and then another little black squiggly thing next to it, and then I looked up and saw about 50 or 60 little black squiggly things coming towards me! Is this?……….no way!......Baby Sea Turtles heading to sea! I tried to find anyone around me to share in this ultimate joyful Mother Nature bliss, but it was late at night and in a deserted part of the beach. Therefore, I just sat down in the sand, with all the baby turtles, crawling over my toes. Although I am sure I disrupted some sort of Darwinian evolution vibe, I made sure each and every one of these little dudes made it to sea. As a non-religious person, this was probably one of the most religious-esque experiences I have ever had. How on earth could I have been more “in the right place at the right time” ??? No hay palabras.

Anyway, I’m staying in a beach dojo, outside of the small town of Tulum, Mexico (about 2 hours south of Cancun). This is where I come to revive my “inner hippie.” It’s where young backpackers from all over the globe come to stay and old backpackers come to die.

The dojo where I am staying is called “Om Tulum,” and it’s definitely not meant for luxury beach travel. No television, no hot water, and only several hours of electricity each day. Local vibe only. However, there is always a fully stocked bar and very resourceful staff to help accommodate any other needs one might desire to have the perfect “yoga/meditation hippie chick beach vaycay.” Every morning, I step outside my room and make a bee-line straight into the ocean……that’s all I need. (that, and vodka)

As well, throughout this entire trip, I have literally eaten my weight in Ceviche and Guacamole. Since I cannot per-fect a ceviche recipe to share, I thought I might hand over my double-secret guacamole recipe. It is full of antioxidants, vitamin C, potassium, lycopene, and fiber ……..plus, it tastes so good when it hits the lips!

TJ’s Guac
2 avocados, smash’em up (save one of the seeds)
Juice of 1 lime
½ yellow Spanish onion, finely diced (NOT a first date dish)
1 clove garlic smashed (see onion comment)
1 small tomato, diced
½ handful cilantro, finely chopped
1 Jalapeno, finely diced
Salt to taste
A few shakes Tabasco or hot sauce of your choice

Smash avocados with a fork, add juice, add the few shakes of hot sauce, smash some more, stir in onion, garlic, tomato, cilantro, and jalapeno. Add the salt to your liking and store in the refrigerator with the avocado seed in the guacamole. This keeps it fresher and from browning. True story! You’ll be balls deep in guacamole goodness!

Costa Rican Abs

So. I have less than 4 weeks to get my abs back into a “two pack” (TuPac!) before my surfing/medical mission trip to Costa Rica. I’ve officially thrown in the towel on regenerating the 6-pack, unless of course, it consists of Dragon Fly IPA.

In my past experience, it is noted that these Pacific surfer chicks literally have their abs carved out of stone. Since I am terrible at surfing, I have been working a little harder-than-usual at the gym in order to try and somewhat “blend in”----- at least on land. (operative word actually being “somewhat”)

The problem is that despite my daily workouts, I detest doing an abs routine. To me, Ab workouts are like a side of steamed broccoli to a fat person. The difference is that I can’t put gooey cheese or butter on an abdominal workout in order to make it more appetizing.

Even further to my abdominal workout aversion, I despise fitness DVDs. However, in slight desperation, I recently purchased “The Best of Tamilee Webb’s Abs, Abs, Abs” dvd by my old gal pal, Tamilee Webb. I refuse to put a photo of the dvd cover on here because her outfit is ridiculously embarrassing. (oh Tamiliee, what were you thinking?!) This dvd won’t change your life but it has 7 different tolerable abdominal routines, each lasting 10-20 minutes, which will definitely make you sore the next day. You can purchase the it on Amazon for about $15, so there are no excuses in “not being able to find that dvd.” It’s well worth its weight in steamed broccoli.

And on that note, I am off to the gym for Spin Class, with my adorable pudgy spin instructor, who has stolen all the music from my iPod. Surf’s up!!

Colorado Action

It’s official, Denver is a go! Had a very mellow, non-dramatic, easy going time on my short trip to the Centennial state---the weather was perfect, sunny and in the 70’s and while I was there, CO voted to legalize recreational marijuana use. After all the time I spent in CO in the 90’s, I could have sworn it was already legal. I definitely anticipate Frito Lay building a Denver-based factory in the not-too-distant future.

Anyway, I was successful in finding some hospitals (one specifically) where I can push infinite amounts of Dilaudid to patients who are allergic to everything but……..

However, I am going to wait to set sail until the Spring. But I will certainly give myself enough time to catch the tail end of ski season----and then straight into cycling season!!

During this trip, I went to one of my favorite eateries, which is centrally located in Boulder (or “Bolter” as my dad used to pronounce it, in his thick southern Indiana accent) called Walnut Street Brewery. I decided to go off the deep end while I was there and indulge in my favorite of the seven deadly sins: the Starch sin. The sexy photo that you see above is my “Mac-n-Chicken.” That’s mac-n-cheese with chicken topped with parmesan bread crumbs, washed down with their house IPA. Not the most culinary adventurous dish but quite tasty, nonetheless.

I also found a great new place in Boulder called Zoe Ma Ma. It’s a newer little place that serves amazing Bao Steamy Buns with marinated pork. I highly recommend you eat one before passing on to your next life…..even if you are a vegan.

Another superb location I encountered on this trip, down in Denver, was a bar called The Thin Man. It’s a local neighborhood bar in the City Park West nabe (neighborhood) of the downtown area. It was flooded with people who are way cooler than I will ever be. (so many hipsters, so little time) Not only did I surrender to my IPA addiction, but I was also surrounded by “my kryptonite” (moustaches and converse chucks) whilst imbibing. I think I might have found a new place to hang my hat, especially if there are a bunch of Magnum P.I.-ish dudes running around the area!

So in all, this should be a great chapter around the corner. Plus, living in Colorado will allow me to do a lot more West Coast travel than before----and maybe branch out a little further and finally discover the teeny tiny continent of Asia……LEAP!!