Christmas Day was another leisurely day spent on Mactan island which had us finally seeing a couple of local sights within walking distance from the condo. We have been fortunate to have the use of a Vision Global wifi router which has worked like a dream in the Philippines where other Wifi routers aren’t readily available so google maps was easily and accurately accessible.
After breakfast and a morning workout, we set off to check out the Mactan Shrine where the Lapu Lapu statue is erected in front of the Magellan monument. Google maps had us walking through an immensely poor area which was a sharp contrast to where we were staying. Still, unlike in Mexico and in Jamaica where adults and kids alike came up to us shamelessly to beg for money, we were left alone with only a few inquisitive stares.
Unfortunately, it was still difficult and jarring to see the stark difference in their quality of life which makes even the poorest living on the streets in the U.S. look privileged as the poverty level in this neighborhood is at least three notches below what we see and know in the States. It’s truly heart wrenching to witness and yet the locals manage to find ways to keep on plugging away and make the best of life.
The kids are out on the streets enjoying the sunshine. The teenage boys play basketball with their friends. The parents peek out of their hovels to make sure no harm comes to their offspring. It’s their regular lives in motion.
As perhaps a distraction from the local elements or a reminder of what strength and determination can accomplish, the Mactan shrine is located on the same street and is ensconced in a small gated enclosure around the corner. There are some souvenir stalls on the inside to the right of the monument but overall, it’s a fairly small contained space.
Right outside of it is a parking lot where all the tour vans are parked. What I was interested in was a well-received seafood restaurant which was located past the vans and nestled within the dark sketchy shopping alley.
Manna STK is similar to D’Talipapa in Boracay which was one of our favorite eats. They have a display case of seafood which is prepared to your liking.
We chose the garlic butter shrimp and a grilled fish with garlic rice for lunch and were directed to choose a table.
Manna STK offers two dining areas. The open air upstairs dining room had a view of the waterway but we opted to sit in the fully air conditioned room downstairs.
During our short wait for lunch, I walked around and read a bit about the city’s history. Lapu Lapu had been named after the great warrior who despite having inferior weapons had killed and vanquished the Spaniards including Magellan.
There was also an explanation of the province’s unique rice prep. We had been served puso during our three island tour so it was nice to gain an understanding and appreciation of how it came to be.
Lunch arrived piecemeal as each dish was ready. Our plate of garlic butter shrimp was perfectly cooked and not too greasy. The meat of the grilled whole fish was moist and flaky and easy to scrape from the bone. The food was rustic and delicious but by American standards was inexpensive. Our entire seafood meal with beers and water cost the financial equivalent of $38!
In direct contrast, our $150 dinner was a splurge. We had reservations at Abaca which was at one of the many oceanfront luxury resorts. The socioeconomic divide was even worse on that main road. On one side you had your Shangri-la, Movenpick and Abaca luxury resorts with their gates, security guards, lush landscaping and luxury vehicles parked in the valet areas and directly across the street, you had the poorest of the poor staring at you as you entered or vacated your plush surroundings. As beautiful as the resorts were, I was glad to not be staying there and dealing with that in-your-face guilt on a daily basis.
Dinner at Abaca was set in a very dim open air restaurant cooled off only by fans. It was a stark contrast to the boisterous festivities we experienced at Shangri-la just the night before. The food was plentiful and amazing but very subdued and refined.
We saved the crab and scallop cakes to eat with our morning breakfast but based on the few bites we had at dinner, we could tell they were densely packed, blended evenly with caramelized lemon and roasted pepper. We also ordered a four cheese flatbread which was the equivalent of a simple margarita pizza with an arugula leaf in the middle, adding another layer of flavor to each square. The organic whole chicken was moist with a slightly crispy lemony exterior sitting on a bed of garlic sausage cassoulet. It came with a side of tender roasted broccoli which added a bit of color to our meal. The mushroom risotto was perfectly cooked, densely packed with scallops with a hint of truffle. I also ordered a side of fries which were mealy on the inside and slightly crispy on the outside. We rounded off our meal with a chilled chocolate fondant which was served with a square of thick fudge. The combo was super decadent and had we finished it onsite, we would have been awake for hours. Luckily, because our condo has a fridge, we didn’t have to leave anything behind and were able to have nearly our entire Abaca dinner part deux the next evening.
Our Christmas Day was a vision of contrasts. It really made us think about life, people and the sense of community. The gratitude we felt after seeing such humble settings overwhelmed us. We are very fortunate to have experienced Christmas in Cebu and to see life through the eyes of others, helping us shift our focus and gain perspective and clarity.
Wifi router: https://visionglobalwifi.com
Mactan shrine: https://www.fabulousphilippines.com/mactan-shrine.html
Manna STK: https://www.freewebs.com/MannaSTK/
Abaca: http://www.abacaresort.com/restaurant.html
We decided on this trip to forego the niceties of a hotel or resort. Though I had initially booked a room at Movenpick, I came upon a really cute and inexpensive new condo in the new township of Newtown. It was close to the airport, the resort area and the tourist sites with more restaurant options. Plus the idea of having a bigger space complete with a kitchen, washer/dryer, living room, dining area and a separate sleeping area along with a fitness center and a beautiful massive pristine pool for a mere $45 per night appealed to me on every level.
Christmas Eve ended up being the perfect day to lounge at the condo. After two days’ of back-to-back activities, we deemed it a “down” day, a day of leisure, with no specific agenda, free to do something or nothing.
I took my time making a special Christmas Eve meal of broccoli, mozzarella and egg scramble. Brunch was served at 10:30. It consisted of the scramble, 3 strips of crispy bacon for me, some potatoes, jasmine rice and orange pineapple juice.
Since it was a fairly substantial meal, we opted to make our way down to the fitness center. It was fairly basic, with a few ellipticals, stationary bikes and treadmills. There were free weights and a handful of machines. Luckily, we brought our TRX to subsidize the equipment and our workouts.
During our workout, we began chatting with a woman who works for the building. I saw that the separate onsen rooms adjoining the gym had massage tables. She offered to call two massage therapists for us and just like that we booked 2 2-hour massages for 750 pesos an hour. Janice and Alisa arrived 30 minutes later.
After two hours, we staggered back upstairs and continued the afternoon of self-care. We had leftovers for our late lunch after which I proceeded to work on my manicure while Troy lounged on the sectional watching movies on Netflix.
It wasn’t long before we had to get ready for dinner and head back out into the real world. We grabbed a taxi and headed off for the Christmas Eve dinner at Tides in the Shangri-la Resort. I had opted for the buffet dinner in lieu of the four-course meals at the other on-site restaurants for the variety but mostly because of the entertainment which that restaurant offered. At 7 p.m. they had a children’s choir singing some of the traditional Christmas repertoire. They were followed by a flash mob of dancers which ended up being many members of their staff performing previously choreographed dance moves to popular pop songs in the middle of the restaurant. At the end of the night, we were serenaded by strolling musicians.
However, the primary reason for our visit was the exceptional variety of food. Troy, upon doing an initial inspection, made it his mission to sample food from each station which was essentially a gastronomic journey around the world in one evening.
I was a bit more conservative and started off with a seafood platter consisting of shrimp, mussels, tuna and salmon sashimi. I derailed when I saw they had a pasta station where I could get a bacon, mushroom, garlic spaghetti carbonara made just for me. To add a bit of color, I grabbed a lobster tail. After two plates, I was full but I still walked around and nibbled on as much as I could. By 8:30, it was time to throw in the towel. Troy had accomplished his mission and I was able to sample some amazing food.
All smiles to end our day of treating ourselves right!
Our Airbnb: https://abnb.me/XJ3CNP96US
Tides at Shangri-La: http://www.shangri-la.com/cebu/mactanresort/press-room/press-releases/shangri-las-mactan-resort-and-spa-cebu-celebrates-yuletide-bliss/
When I was in the planning stages for this trip a few months ago, I had identified three excursions on our must do list. Our first day and first outing was an island hopping tour to three islands. I booked all our tours with Island Trek Tour which is a one-stop shop, a tour company which handles bookings with local tour guides.
Our first outing was subcontracted to Fun Sun Dive & Travel. Their location wasn’t too far from where we were staying but with the flooding from the previous evening’s rain storm and the narrow and congested roads, it took about 20 minutes to arrive at our destination.
We ended up chatting with the local tour guide’s manager while we were sipping on tea and coffee. He’s American, probably somewhere around our age. In his prior life, he was a purser from Northwest and Delta but when they merged, he took an early buyout and decided to become a dive instructor. His last gig was in the Palawan/Coron area managing a dive shop there which featured wreck diving amongst its many islands but it closed for renovation so he was happy to find an opening on Mactan Island which is more urban and not as remote and isolated. He said that although the shop offers diving, most of their boats and others they had to subcontract were booked primarily for island hopping that day, indicating its popularity.
After our brief chat, our crew was ready to head out to sea. We had a small group of 7. There was a Korean family, a husband and wife with their young son on the boat with us as well as an American born Asian guy in his early 30s traveling with his girlfriend. Though he’s originally from Orange County, they now live in Japan.
We made a few pit stops with the crew, dropping some off on boats on the way and/or dropping off supplies until we finally made it to our actual island hopping boat which was anchored the furthest out to the right of the harbor. We weren’t quite sure if we were actually going to make it out because it took about 20-30 minutes to get the engine started which sounded like it had been flooded possibly from the evening’s storm.
We finally went to our first snorkel stop. It took a while to get there, probably 30 minutes or so. We passed by quite a few islands as we made our way across the vast sea before arriving at our first site, Hilutungan Island, where it appeared there were close to 8-10 other boats already anchored.
I noticed a few yellow kayaks with guys dressed in yellow vests who appeared at first glance to be life guards. I saw one guy board our ship who immediately started chatting it up with me and asked if I’m Tagalog. I had never been referred to by that term but I understood what he meant. It was also very clear that he was getting a read on us to see if we would be willing to buy a few things from him. He immediately offered us some coconut juice, other types of beverages and beer. I sensed that we were being hustled so I turned to Troy and gave him that warning look. We opted for the coconut juice and that’s when he said it was going to cost 300 pesos but not to worry about it until after we finished snorkeling.
It was an overcast day so the visibility wasn’t optimal. We spent about 40 minutes watching the schools of fish as they went about their day, heading en masse towards one area where they were occasionally being fed by one of the crew from a boat alongside ours. It was a nice peaceful and relaxing introduction to the islands and being welcomed back by the sea.
When we came back onboard, our coconut juice with 2 straws was ready. Our fellow passengers also ordered the same thing. While we were sipping, Troy noticed a net of shellfish being shown to the family. He asked what it was and that’s when our guy said for us not to pay attention to the guy showing them his goods but to look at what he brought us. He showed us a live abalone which was clearly trying to escape as it pushed its way off the bench and onto the floor. He offered to grill us some of his catch to which we politely declined. Then he tried to offer us some bracelets and necklaces to purchase. Even though I stiffened at the thought of being solicited while we were on a private charter, I reminded myself that he lived on that remote island, that he had few opportunities to make a living, that he was being pleasant enough and just like the abalone, he was trying to survive. Eventually, he got the hint and after we paid him for the juice, he left the boat.
Our next destination was quite a ways away. It probably took us close to an hour to get to Pandanon Island which is halfway between Cebu and Bohol with the latter laying claims to the island. We were told that while we walked around and swam around the island, the crew would be preparing our lunch for us. We walked around the beach for a bit and saw that families and friends had rented covered thatched cottages. There were guys playing beach volleyball and several groups grilling out and serving delicious looking local food in batches. I realized that some of the people were there with families and friends enjoying their weekend. This is how they spent their leisure time, cooking for themselves and their loved ones, out on the beach, catching up, laughing and eating and enjoying each other’s company. If the locals who lived in their very humble homes on a remote island with likely very meager means could find contentment in the simple and basic joys of life, then I should learn from them. It made me smile that they didn’t take for granted the importance of relationships and truly made an effort as a group to show their appreciation for each other by putting together an amazing feast and serving it for all to enjoy.
With that, we headed to the other side of the beach, leaving the groups to enjoy their private celebrations. We decided to take in a bit of island time, our way. I had planned on a beach outing and brought our picnic blankets, lined with tarp-like plastic on one side and a fuzzy cloth material on the other. I knew it would make dusting off the sand much easier than a regular beach blanket. The sun was shielded behind the clouds but the air was warm and there was a cool beach breeze making for a nice day to lay out. We closed our eyes and listened to the waves lapping, the sound of coals burning and of food sizzling, blending in with the sounds of laughter and conversations by our fellow beach companions. It was our first full day on vacation and I finally started to relax and unwind.
At 12:30, we headed back onboard and we were welcomed by an unbelievable feast which was somehow prepared and grilled to perfection on the actual boat. There were triangles of sticky rice ensconced in banana leaves. Grilled pork, chicken and shrimp skewers were laid out in island style baskets and the meal was finished off with mango halves, squared for easy consumption along with some local bananas. What was unique about this meal was there were no forks, spoons, knives or even napkins. Everything was eaten with your hands which made it that much more authentic, more rustic. It was the perfect island dining experience with amazingly delicious, moist and flavorful food prepared in a very humble setting. One of the boat’s crew dunked a pail into the sea and offered that water to wash off the remnants of our meal from our fingers. It was a very grounding experience to say the least.
Our last snorkel stop, Nalusuan island, seemed quite a ways away and by the time we arrived, the sun was peeking out, warming up the sea and enhancing the visibility. We swam alongside tiny schools of fish as they weaved together in synchronicity, watched as other fish took sustenance from the coral below and others as they swam along their merry way.
After some time in the sea, it was finally time time to head back. I fell asleep briefly on the boat and felt like I woke up a new person with a deeper appreciation for my Homeland’s culture, its people, their generosity and spirit. I wanted to remember the lessons of humility and gratitude that the islands taught me and to encapsulate and incorporate that mindset in my day-to-day life going forward. I now remember that life is about making connections, maintaining them and enjoying each other’s company while we have the opportunity. Life may have its challenges but we should never feel downtrodden as long as we have each other.
Island Trek Tours
https://www.islandtrektours.com
Fun Sun Dive & Travel
https://www.funsundivetravel.com/island-hopping/open-boat/
Troy and I started our journey at 8:30 p.m. when we were picked up by our neighbor, Barbara, who is our self-proclaimed personal airport uber driver. I would have normally asked for a later pickup since our flight was at 11:05 p.m. but from watching the news the night before and seeing the gridlock by LAX I decided to be more conservative. I’m not sure, looking back on it, what time would have been best to leave since we barely moved on Sepulveda and had been in the car for nearly an hour. I actually had to run out to use the restroom at In-N-Out burger and that’s when I saw travelers getting out of their Ubers and Lyfts and dragging their luggage in tow to LAX on foot. I looked at google maps and from Westchester Parkway by Parking Spot, it was going to take us 27 minutes to walk to Tom Bradley terminal. I also noted that we needed to check-in an hour before the flight or we would possibly lose our seats. It was 9:27 p.m.
Panicked but determined, when I returned to Barbara’s car, I told Troy we had to book it and walk the rest of the way. He looked at me incredulously, shocked, upset, confused. I didn’t have time to explain or argue. I told him if we didn’t leave right then and there, we would miss our flight. Considering just how much luggage we had, 4 pieces of which 3 were to be checked, plus a computer bag, big purse, backpack and pillows in a separate bag, it’s safe to say that we were not traveling light. I just remembered that I had a very clear vision of our objective despite Troy’s severe irritation and that I had to focus and get us there. I knew we weren’t that far and for once, I actually wore my New Balance sneakers so I was somewhat prepared for this impromptu second workout of the day.
We arrived at the Eva Airways check-in desk at 10:12 p.m. super sweaty and delirious or swooning as Troy said to the front desk clerk. Imagine our surprise when the airline representative looked at us, nervous, and said boarding was to begin at 10:15 pm and we still had to clear TSA and take a shuttle around the airport! We had never missed a flight in all the years we traveled together but there was a gripping fear this might be the first. With steely determination, we pushed forth and somehow the stars were aligned because it seemed like we breezed through the TSA line fairly quickly. After we made it through security, Troy asked if we had everything. I said “yes” and then he asked if I had my laptop and iPad which I somehow had forgotten due to my delirium. Luckily, we hadn’t walked away from the security area but I got chills imagining my state of mind and feelings of self-rebuke had I left them behind.
Sadly, the endurance test did not end there. Our walk to the gate for Eva Airways took as long as the walk from Barbara’s car to the terminal. I have vague memories of going down one wing, up an escalator, around and out to a shuttle taking us to the opposite side of the tarmac before finally ending up in the Eva departure area. In the past, we normally had the luxury of grabbing a drink and perhaps a snack before getting on board. It was not in the cards for us on this expedition.
Eighteen hours later, we arrived in Mactan a bit after 10 a.m. local time. We moved fairly quickly through immigration and headed to the baggage carousel. Troy proceeded to look for our luggage while I sat down on the floor to test my wifi routers. A portly American man took up conversation with Troy giving him some local pointers. I found him to be obnoxious as he kept trying to engage in conversation with me while I was clearly distracted and busy doing other things. Troy asked me if we had all our luggage and being distracted, irritated and wanting to get as far away from the odious guy as quickly as possible, I did a quick once over at our luggage and said “yes.”
Huge mistake. I didn’t discover until 5 hours later when I had unpacked most of the bags that the bag with our precious cargo, the 1.75 liter vodka bottle I had so carefully bubble wrapped and packed along with our beach towels, picnic blankets and another 750 millimeter of vodka stashed in what appeared to be an aluminum water bottle had been left behind. I called the airline and spoke with a very helpful rep, Aileen, who located my precious cargo.
In short, we learned a lot in the last 24 hours. We discovered our steely determination, found our inner grit to help us quickly pivot and push through extraordinary and unforeseen circumstances, never giving up hope and believing that things will work themselves out despite all obstacles. Also, never leave behind a great big bottle of vodka. 🍸🍸🍸🍸
Massis Kabob is my absolute go-to in the bustling food court at Culver City mall. It’s right next to the super busy Panda Express which is great if you want greasy fattening diet busting fast food. However, if you’re not interested in eating all of your daily calories in one meal, then Massis Kabob should be on your short list of food court eats.
Massis Kabob prides itself on serving healthy Mediterranean food with no preservatives and additives. I have eaten several entrees from their menu: chicken barg, chelo kabob, Argentinian skirt steak and my current favorite, the gyro plate. Each entree is served with either a plate of rice or fries, if you request a substitution, as well as either a cucumber and tomato salad or regular lettuce salad served with sliced cucumbers and tomatoes. On the plate is also one roasted tomato and several pieces of pita. The portions for the rice or fries and the salads are quite generous.
Though the tenderness and moistness of the chicken or the beef vary depending on the day, my newest foodie find, the gyro plate is deliciously lean and tender each and every time. It’s lightly seasoned and carved in long, thin strips and placed atop either a bed of rice or fries. It is the least expensive meat plate that they offer, currently priced at $8.25 and with tax is only $9.08!!
For a healthy, well-balanced budget friendly meal, Massis Kabob will always have my vote!!
Massis Kabob
6000 Sepulveda Blvd, #3266
Culver City, CA 90230
My love affair with fried chicken began when I was about 6 or 7 years old. There were a few months we lived with my grandparents when I was a kid and my grandfather loved to cook fried chicken. I asked him how/why it tasted so good and he told me his three secrets: he marinaded it in Sprite, seasoned it with MSG and fried it in lard. I remember my cousins and I would sit around the kitchen table and eat piece after piece, almost in a race to see who could eat more. Lucky for us, we were rail thin and had super fast metabolism. I asked him where he learned to cook and that’s when I first learned that he was in the army. He said his job was too cook for hundreds of men so he learned to cook in bulk but with flavor because apparently men in the military at the time were very opinionated about food.
Decades later, I still crave a crispy perfectly seasoned fried chicken. Luckily, Honey’s Kettle moved into my neighborhood. It’s one of my usual haunts I frequent shamelessly once or twice a month. Today’s meal, however, was exceptional. By some stroke of luck, there was no line at lunchtime on a Saturday! It turns out their credit card reader wasn’t working but lucky for me, I always carry cash. I was quoted 5 minutes though it actually took about 10-12 minutes. As the expression goes, some things are worth the wait.
The three chicken thighs were just right out of the fryer. The skin was unbelievably crispy and the meat was piping hot with steam rising as I peeled off the outer layer. It was so hot, I had to let the thigh sit naked. As the inner layer was cooling off, I munched on the skin which was so crisp I could hear it crunching and crackling as I chewed. The equally freshly fried potatoes had the perfect ratio of salt, black pepper and rosemary. The just-out-of-the-oven buttermilk biscuit had a slightly toasted outer layer which melded flavors of butter and salt as I bit into the moist, flaky center.
Eating the delicious fried chicken at Honey’s Kettle always brings me back to my childhood and though my grandfather is long gone, he would appreciate the deliciousness and perfection that is Honey’s Kettle.
Honey’s Kettle
9537 Culver Blvd.
Culver City, CA 90232
http://honeyskettle.com
Costa Rica is where I faced a few of my life long crippling fears and conquered them. I can’t recall, years later, how or why I came to deciding that Costa Rica would be a vacation destination for us, but it completely transformed me and I am forever grateful. What I recall is finding some internet special for a hotel at Flamingo Beach and simultaneously finding a fairly reasonable flight with one stopover through Houston to Liberia which was a fairly new airport at the time.
I remember researching what was available to do while there and how I naively and possibly deliberately booked excursions so that I would be forced out of my usual comfort level. I found a tour guide company across the street from our resort and basically decided to work with them for the week.
I think I wanted to ease into our trip by starting with what I thought would be a leisurely trip via ATV up and around a mountain and ending up at a beach. I had read about the possibilities of seeing monkeys in the jungle and the idea of being first in a lush setting and then basking on a sun drenched beach seemed appealing. However, I had never ridden on an ATV let alone drive one on my own. Our guide taught me how to start the engine and to use my right thumb to power the gas and to use my four fingers on both hands to power the brakes and off we went.
We started off slow as we climbed up into the mountain and saw a few monkeys in the trees watching us on our adventure. Then the trip took a more hair-raising turn, literally, as the road got narrower, windier and steeper with a possibility of a scary drop-off down the mountain to my right. I felt at times I was going to lose control of the vehicle and topple over as we went up the winding path. I broke out in a cold sweat as we rode over muddy pot holes which destabilized my grip on the ATV. I remember having inner conversations with myself to control my breath like in the yoga classes I used to take regularly as without oxygen, I would not be able to properly react at a moment’s notice should I go careening off the path or topple my vehicle sideways. I focused my sight on how my guide was physically moving and maneuvering his ATV in front of me and began mimicking his actions. That’s when the transformation happened. I began understanding the choreography involved with driving the ATV, and I began to gain more control, lessening my fear.
After about an hour into the hair-raising ride around the mountain, we began our descent to the beach. Once again, I began to experience loss of control of my ATV as I started to slide down the hill over the gravel, and I began to panic. I looked to my guide who was not helpful this time as he was barreling down the hill at an accelerated speed since he had taken that ride many times before and knew when and where to shift and turn. I basically gripped on the brakes the entire way down and was drenched in a blanket of sweat from fear by the time we emerged out onto the beautiful sunny flat beach with the soothing sounds of the waves. There are photos of me beaming at the beach, sitting on top of the ATV, because I had lived to tell about my first ATV adventure and accomplished so much psychologically, emotionally and intellectually during that ride but I felt enriched and a bit more courageous as a result.
The next excursion was possibly the scariest of them all. First we started via horseback to the top of the mountain where we had been driven in a van for over an hour, high up into the clouds up to the very tip top of the city. As per my usual luck, the horse I was assigned liked to wander and veer off the path which exemplifies me to a T so I fear that I have a predilection to horses that embody my true self. In any case, my horse walked away from the pack and stepped into a ditch, nearly bucking me off so I was already petrified and shaken by the time we reached our starting point for our zipline experience. I got off the horse and looked far down from the top of the mountain and could not see the bottom as the clouds shielded it. A chill of fear went through and reverberated throughout my body. I turned to my guide, looked at my crazy horse and said that I would ride him back to the stable on my own and forego the ziplining part. I had turned every shade of white and gone numb from the utter fear of possibly plunging to my death in that very deep abyss. To this day, I do not think I have experienced the sheer and utter horror I felt in that moment. I was deathly afraid of heights and had had a lifetime of recurring dreams of falling from great heights so this was literally my nightmare coming true and I had booked it and paid for it!!
By some miracle or perhaps obliviousness, I was convinced to put on gloves and was strapped into the zipline contraption. We were given instructions on how to position our bodies, where to place our hands and how to brake. Though I paid close attention to what was being relayed, I truly felt like getting sick from the nerves, anxiety and facing my fears as well as the unknown.
For the first 6 of 11 zip lines down the mountain, I screamed the whole way across with my eyes closed. At the 6th stop, one of the tour guides shook me out of my self absorption. He told me I was missing everything, that I had flown a long way, at great expense and was missing everything that was beautiful and magnificent around me. He assured me I would be safe, between the double cables and men at both ends of the line, nothing was going to happen to me or any of us.
It was at that moment that I woke up out of my self induced coma and decided to face my fears head on. I was still beyond petrified but became less so as we went along because we got closer to the ground level, but his words resonated in my head as I took the plunge on those last 5 lines until we reached the bottom where he gave me a high five and congratulated me on my bravery.
I am forever grateful to him for teaching me to believe in him, in others and in myself to get through one of the most perilous experiences of my life. Of course, as I write and read this, I likely sound spoiled and sheltered to some and perhaps I was until that point. I was given the seeds of courage, planted them and have been watering and nurturing them ever since.
Our next excursion in comparison was quite tame. I had booked a whitewater rafting trip which wasn’t as scary due to the timing of our visit. It hadn’t rained in days so the flow of the water was nowhere near perilous so it was just a typical rafting trip though admittedly I had never rafted or paddled down the river along and around rocks. What was actually scary for me was swinging off a rope, when we took a break halfway down, and allowing myself to drop yards down into ice cold water. I had always hated diving so swinging off a steep wall and letting go and dropping was no different. It took me a while to muster up the courage to literally take the plunge but yet again, after that accomplishment, I felt proud for not allowing fear to cripple me and for pushing and breaking through another barrier.
Over the next few years, when I have been faced with the unknown, I look back at those pivotal moments and though I may have screamed all the way to the other side and at times was paralyzed with fear, unable to move and think, I figured out a way to get through it, by having faith in myself and others, by taking deep cleansing breaths and by doing what so many others did before me. I was able to shed several layers of fear and emerged forever changed. Costa Rica gifted me with strength, courage and transformation, and because of that, it will forever be a special place in my heart.
Pura Vida!!
Thanksgiving has a great deal of meaning to me. It was the first holiday I was on my own. Nearly twenty years ago, I had a falling out with my maternal side of my family. Holidays were always special with my aunts and cousins. We used to congregate at my aunt’s big white house up on the hill and food and drinks were aplenty. She invited her friends and their kids to the big shindigs. Even though I’m an only child, I never felt lonely.
I was determined not to feel alone on my first holiday without them so I began my annual Friendsgiving tradition. I learned family comes in more forms than just the traditional sense. In some instances, my longtime friends have become the siblings I never had. I wanted to start celebrating with those who had helped me on my journey. Over the years and decades, the circle of friends at my Friendsgiving has evolved as life naturally does but the spirit of giving and sharing remains.
I decided to recreate the festivities in my own home. I wasn’t adept at cooking for large groups, but I luckily had Martha Stewart aiding my journey. Thanks to her very detailed recipes and cooking shows, I quickly learned how to set the table, how to roast a moist and delicious turkey and how to make the creamiest mashed potatoes.
Nearly two decades later, I still use her as a guide, but I’ve made my own modifications through trial and error. This year will be my first all-organic Thanksgiving and that makes me very happy and proud as not only will it be a gift of friendship but also a gift of health. Hopefully, I will pace myself a bit better today and not stress out too much as the process of creating this Thanksgiving feast is what gives me the greatest joy.
I’m starting off my day, as I do everyday, by heading to the gym, to workout, shifting my focus internally. It helps clear my head and work out any aggressions I may have. Afterwards, my annual Thanksgiving tradition will begin, with preparing and eating breakfast while watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade. After the most important meal of the day is completed, then the roasting, the boiling, peeling and baking begin. That’s when I hope the magic will happen, when I will begin, as I did 19 years ago, and create a feast to celebrate love, friendship and gratitude for the special people in my life.
We had heard several reviews about how sensational the Newport Mastros Ocean Club location is so we chose my husband’s birthday to test it out. It took an hour and 10 minutes from LA to drive to Newport.
We arrived 30 minutes before our reservation and managed to find parking without having to use valet. The restaurant was in a shopping center with Trader Joe’s and a few other stores. We noted that I was parked in a green painted spot which ordinarily means short term parking. At first glance, the shopping center was reminiscent of Manhattan Village and the exterior of Mastros looked like Tin Roof Bistro. When we entered, the interior appeared to be a mash-up of the rustic farmhouse style with the sleek and neon Miami Beach style of the Malibu location so it felt familiar and bizarre all at once. We checked in with the hostess desk which had five young women, all in black reminiscent of the Robert Palmer video, minus the slick hair and red lipstick. Much like the video, most of them appeared to have no purpose and were just standing around and not really engaging with guests. I only observed the thin, petite South Asian/Middle Eastern hostess truly working. Upon entering the lobby, she was on the phone. I noticed that of the five hostesses, she was the only one who actually addressed the guests as they entered. Three other parties, a party of 2 and 2 parties of 6 were seated and there was no communication with us whether we could be seated sooner or if our reservation time was to be our seating time. Suffice it to say, at least 3 of the hostesses were a waste of space and uselessly unnecessarily employed. My husband had to ask 3 times whether we needed to move my car when one genius finally said that it was fine to park in the designated Trader Joe’s parking space. Since none of the hostesses appeared to have any intention of giving us an update about our seating time, I decided to be proactive and ask the obvious question on our minds and again, only the worker bee provided the information that tables were not yet available for us to be seated.
We took that opportunity to explore the bar. There appeared to be half a floor to ceiling wall display of all types of liquor. The bar was at full capacity and yet the bartender found us quickly and asked for our order. The service we received from him was exemplary, very much how we are accustomed to being treated at the Beverly Hills and the Malibu establishments. We shared a Chopin martini since I knew the drive was far from home and we would likely be drinking with dinner. Sharing a martini actually equaled 2 full servings of a martini as the typical Mastros martini is supersized. We meandered to the piano bar and noticed that the female singer was quite accomplished. Her range of vocal styles was fairly expansive and somehow suited to many different genres of music, which was perfect for the varied generations of clientele. Sipping our martinis, we listened to a few songs and wondered when we would be seated.
At 6:53 p.m., one of the other hostesses found us and took us though an indoor covered patio dining area and led us to a much quieter heated outdoor area. There were probably 6 tables or so. We could still hear the pianist and singer but without the hustle and bustle of the restaurant.
When we sat down at 6:54 p.m., we realized the hostess had not left us with any menus which was quite different from our experience at the other Mastros locations. However, our server shortly arrived and he brought the menus for our review. We didn’t waste a moment and placed our order a few minutes later.
Looking around, we realized that we had a view of nothing but the dark skies and that parallel to us was PCH. I was under the false assumption that the Newport Beach location was beachside. Despite being outdoors, our view was only of the patio.After we came to that realization, another thought crossed our mind. We had not received our bread basket. Sixteen minutes after we were seated, at 7:10 p.m., our bread arrived.
After that, the service rotated back to what we have come to expect from Mastros. Everything was served in a timely manner. The lobster bisque was sheer perfection. It was thick and creamy with just the right amount of saltiness. There appeared to be a bite size piece of lobster with each spoonful. Unlike the other locations, the bisque came with a side accompaniment each of chives and sour cream. The spicy mambo salad was lightly coated with a very mildly spiced dressing and some sprinklings of parmigiana. The romaine was crisp and fresh. The add-on cracked pepper rounded out the spices.
The 12 ounce filet was cooked medium, tender, pink in the middle but strangely inconsistent with its seasonings. Some bites were salty and others had no flavor. It appeared that the seasonings were only on the perimeter of the steak and omitted completely from the midsection.
Fortunately, some of the side dishes had evenly distributed flavors and seasonings. The garlic mashed potatoes were creamy and each bite had the same consistent garlicy butter flavor. The gnocchi had some crispy, almost toasty bites but had an even portion of cheese which was perfectly melted throughout. The creamed corn had super sweet kernels but otherwise was fairly ordinary in flavor. The green beans were perfectly cooked but had an overly oily glossy exterior.
The happy ending at all Mastros celebration dinners was the butter cake. It was piping hot with the perfect ratio of butter and sugar in each bite. As per usual, it came a la mode so the coldness of the ice cream quickly melted and penetrated into the hot crevices of the cake.
Based on the distance of the location, the confusing and contradictory exterior/interior design of the restaurant and the uselessness, intellectually challenged and lazy hostesses, I would give this location a 2. For the exemplary service of the bartender, our server and his helper and the amazing pianist and singer, all deserve a 5 star rating. The food was fine but some did not hit the mark so for the cost, I would give the quality, taste and flavor of the food a 3.
Overall, for exemplary service, attention, intellect, communication and quality of food, Beverly Hills cannot be beaten. They are in the thick of the entertainment community and have achieved a level of service that is unparalleled. Malibu is a close second though the snobby attitudes of their hostesses could use a serious readjustment. Newport Beach is unfortunately going to be a hard pass for us going forward.
Mastros Ocean Club
8112 East Coast Highway
Newport Beach, CA 92657
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In all the blogs and top things to do in Boracay, Ariel’s Point was always on the list. I deliberately didn’t reserve ahead of time because I wanted to do more on the ground research so I waited a few days to actually book our excursion.
One morning, I found myself awake around 5 a.m. so I decided to go for an early morning walk on the beach. I saw a sign for Ariel’s Point on my walk and made a mental note that it was about a 5 minute walk from our hotel. On my way back, I stopped by and inquired what day was available and how much of a deposit they needed. For my morning walk, I took the bare essentials: my iPhone, 1000 pesos and my iPod w/headphones. I asked if I could book a Christmas excursion for 2 with a 1000 pesos deposit although it was normally a 5000 pesos deposit for 2. They accepted it and wrote up a receipt guaranteeing my journey on Christmas Day. I was so surprised at their trust and faith in a stranger that I walked back to the hotel, got my credit card and returned with the full deposit.
On Christmas Day, we arrived well before the check-in time. After the rules and regulations were read, the group trekked onto the pirate boat and waded a bit into the water to enter the boat. The crew seemed affable and everybody seemed to want to party. We got the motor running and off we went. Shots of rum were served as was beer. About 5 minutes into our journey it felt and sounded as if we hit a huge rock. The engine died.
During the time we were stranded out at sea, rum kept flowing as the crew tried in vain to restart the engine. We befriended some of the people on the boat because nothing bonds people more than rum, beer and the fear of being stranded at sea and not intoxicated.
The main tour guide called for backup to help get us back to shore. Somehow, my husband and I ended up on the first boat back and we were given vouchers for the next day’s excursion.
The do-over luckily went according to plan. We arrived at Ariel’s Point which was this oasis in the middle of the ocean. The music was blasting. Rum was flowing and people immediately got to diving from the 3 dive boards. There was a short downpour during our stay but everybody was three sheets to the wind so it didn’t dampen our fun.
Lunch was served and it really was an event to behold. There was such a wide array of food and to this day, I wish I hadn’t been so conservative in filling up my plate. The lunch buffet was phenomenal, perfectly cooked, and full of traditional savory Filipino food. There was white rice, noodles, longanisa, fried fish, BBQ chicken and other items I wish I had eaten. By the time I realized I should have gotten 2-3 helpings, the food was gone. I don’t know who cooked all the amazing food but it truly was indicative of the Filipino culture and flavorings.
The rest of the time on Ariel’s Point was spent kayaking, swimming, snorkeling, diving, drinking, relaxing and truly enjoying just being away from it all. We were out in the middle of nowhere. There was no wifi. We were one with the sea and with each other.
It was, by far, one of the most memorable parts of my trip to Boracay. For what it is, it’s not cheap, but it is worth every penny to meet amazing people from all parts of the world, to truly get away from it all, to immerse yourself in isolation of sorts and to taste true Filipino food and experience Filipino hospitality.
Ariel’s Point
$50/person which includes a boat cruise, a BBQ buffet lunch, afternoon snacks, unlimited beverages (including beer and mixed drinks), cliff diving, kayaking, paddleboarding, snorkeling, and a souvenir bracelet. Leaves at 11:15 a.m. and returns by 5 p.m.
Grace Gambin
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