A Ticket to the Top

24,901 miles of adventure, food, and love. All starting in NYC.

Taking a break

These last few months have been a huge transitionary period, from where I am living to what I am doing, My daily routines have been totally changed up! But, I guess that is what is to be expected when joining the “adult” world. My new industry of retail is stressful to say the least. Around the corner is Q4, our most busiest time. Before that begins, I’ll be heading out of NYC and adventuring to TEXAS for an long weekend…..San Antonio, here I come!

My latest purchase and obsession…

A custom monotype of historical NYC water towers.

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Hilton Head

D and  I finally arrived to Hilton Head late in the night. After a slight malfunction with the A/C, we were upgraded to a nicer room with a better view. I slept like a baby and smelled like one too. All SPG brand hotels have signature scents, and the Westin scent is my favorite. It is a white/green tea scent. Very mild and pleasant.

View from the room- It is also a beach front property

I spent my day by the pool. That night we headed to Savannah Georgia for a fun and unexpected night. The next morning, we checked out, but continued to hang out by the pool because the pool bar had the best fish tacos of the entire trip. I would visit Hilton Head again if not for the fish tacos!

Some photos of my relaxing pool time:

Best fish tacos ever!

Best fish tacos ever!

The suit I bought in North Carolina when I got sun poisoning= bikini break

The suit I bought in North Carolina when I got sun poisoning= bikini break

My personal oasis

 

A song…

: Home, home on the runway, where the sky team is heard over the pa, and the pilots roam while the FAs groan because the skies have been cloudy all day.

The African Village

Our helpful Charleston guide Anna, have us such a unique recommendation. She told us about the “African Village.” It’s a community an hour south of Charleston, where, we were told, they live separate from the US. My question was “Do I need my passport?”

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As D freaked out driving down the path, and instructed to me get the scissors from the glove compartment, I was fully confident about what lay before us. We were welcomed by a sign and instructed to honk our horn upon arrival. Eventually our tour guide, Oma Wally (Not how it is spelled, but I can’t remember the exact way…sorry!) We were guided around the grounds and given the history of the village as well as insight into their spiritual beliefs.
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The very exciting part was the destiny reading we got from the chief. I’ve had palms, tarot cards and ruins read, but I’ve never done this. I was very happy over the outcome. I was given my coordinating power color (white,) and D and I both got necklaces to represent our respective colors.

During D's Reading

During D’s Reading

To follow-up, the chief gave us his number to call back, and Oma Wally gave us  call a few days later to see how the road trip was going.

 

 

P.S. The king seemed to like me, so if all else fails, I think I might just go be a queen!

Charleston, South Carolina

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Deborah and I did an express stop through Charleston on our way to Hilton Head.

We reached the city around 20:15 which was perfect because we were able to catch the Patriots and Pirates ghost tour. Although the other 10 members of the tour were disrespectful (why take a ghost your if you don’t want to find out about ghosts?) out tour guide Anna was fantastic! I’ll explain her in more detail later.

And hotel?

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I have an app called “hotel tonight” which gives me last minute rates for nearby hotels. We chose the Mill House, a location on our ghost tour. How cool is that! Here’s the story, General Lee was smoking a cigar on the balcony when he saw Charleston burning. It was The Great Fire of 1861. He began knocking on everyone’s doors, instructing them to soak towels and sheets in water, and to hang them out their windows. This stopped the fire from burning the hotel.

I’m proud to say, we negotiated a rate for $125 for the night, which I’m sure had a lot to do with the fact that we showed up to the hotel around 0:00.

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That morning we had a great breakfast of shrimp and grits, fried green beans, and sweet teas. Followed by a walk through the market, reminiscing of my favorite Gullah Gullah Island episode, and a nice break on the swings.

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Our trip was short because we wanted to head to the African Village, a recommendation from your guide Anna, which is a future post worth reading!

As for now, in enjoying a sweet tea by the pool with some fish tacos ready to continue my sweet tea tour!

North Carolina

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Well, one week is completed of the Sweet Tea Tour.

After a few days of an AirBnB house, Deborah and I were offered a place to stay at Battle’s Home on Wrightsville Beach in exchange for dig sitting.

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Our days were consumed with trips to the Causeway Cafe, followed by cooler lunches on the beach, and fish for dinner  something that is not fish, because fish are friends, not food.

The low point of the trip was definitely the accidental sun poisoning. I swear I wore sunscreen and applied it frequently. Alas, SPF 30 was not enough for my polar vortex prone skin. I blame the fact that my skin hasn’t seen a beach vacation in almost 5 years as the reason for my sun poisoning. Deborah blames her ex-boyfriend, but that is another story. Oh, and I think the hot yoga class that I left halfway through the day before also had a bit to do with it. Note to self: never beach then hot yoga without a 3 hour nap and a gallon of water between the two.

Ginger the doggie

Ginger the doggie

Alls well that ends well.

We left Monday around 3 to head to Charleston, SC. But, have no fear, as we are heading back to Wilmington in a few days to see Ginger the doggie once more.

 

Making it to the beach

The plan was to leave Manhattan at 18:00. Then 20:00. Somehow we left at 22:30. By somehow I mean my friend Deborah was a hot mess- bags not packed. Panicked over what to pack. Trying to ran her apartment etc.

I slept about an hour in the car when the call came through that we could crash in DC for the night at a friends’.

It took us 5 hours to get to DC, which was a short stay, as we only slept for 3 hours. 6:00 and I was up, dirty chair latte in hand, Carole King
blasting, and cruise controlling at 75 mph to Wilmington, NC!

Our 13:00 arrival was well welcomed by fish sandwiches (and delicious lemon pepper fries) and Battles hospitality, as our rental home wasn’t ready yet.

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Straight to the beach it was!

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….and then straight to dinner, $2 fish tacos with Battle and her husband.

….and then straight to bed. I was exhausted.

The Sweet Tea Tour

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My latest adventure!

After the disappointment of being state bound, I realized “ummm hello!! I’m in the US..duh,” so my friend Deborah and I decided to pack up the car and take a road trip. Our plans aren’t set in stone. She has friends and family all along I29. I currently bring you this blog at 0:55 somewhere in Delaware en route to a DC, where we’re going to catch a few hours of sleep and then back on the road to Wilmington, NC.

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The plan is simple: there is no real plan.

We’re starting in Wilmington. Eventually we’ll head to Hilton head island for a few days.

No exact time frame of when we’ll be back. It’s just me, Deborah, and the baby Jetta.

My custom poem

A man with his typewriter, underground in Union Square, wrote me this for $5. I wish I had more money to give. I told him I love to travel and meet to people. My mind is always on a foreign city….

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