Traveling with a toddler has taught us that trips rarely go exactly as planned. Sometimes that means discovering hidden gems, and other times it means accidentally ending up in the wrong border crossing lane with no cell service while trying to navigate international travel. Over the course of two weeks, we somehow managed to do both.
Peru, Potatoes, and Poorly Researched Decisions
My birthday is four days away from Ripley’s, which essentially means I celebrate whenever there’s an opening in the calendar. This was 39—so not the “big one”—but 40 is looming like a midlife boss battle, so expectations are building. Grant and I agreed I’d push my “real” birthday trip to April, and suddenly the weekend was here. For reasons I still cannot logically explain, I chose Lima, Peru. Booked it about 6–7 weeks ago, did essentially no planning until the week of, and somehow convinced myself that was a solid, mature, well-thought-out strategy.
Rome Is Old — and It Got Old Quick
There are so many movies about Rome. So many sweeping shots, golden-hour ruins, Vespa montages, and romanticized piazzas that make it feel like this mythical, timeless place you’re supposed to fall in love with instantly.
But appearances are deceiving.
Rome is kind of like Instagram. You see the perfectly framed photo, but not the chaos just outside the shot. The reality is a million tourists, shoulder-to-shoulder, all trying to get their version of the same picture. March is considered “low season,” and yet it felt busy in a way that reminded me of San Diego Comic-Con — except Comic-Con has wide streets. Rome does not. Rome is narrow. And old. And crowded.
How We Took a Nearly-2-Year-Old Deep Into the Jungle
Grant and I have a long-standing love affair with Belize—well, probably better to say Ian Anderson’s Caves Branch, an eco-lodge tucked deep into the jungle where the food is great, the adventures are wild, and there are more stairs than anywhere else in the world. We first stayed there back in September 2015, and it sparked our love for travel. It was the kind of place that permanently resets your standards for vacations.
Rescheduling Food in Mexico
Spanish is not my first language. Not even my second. In fact, I don’t pretend to know much of it at all. So, dealing with a Mexican airline that primarily operated in Spanish proved to be... a challenge. Our original flight was changed, then changed again—without notice. After realizing the most recent switch, I called to change it a third time. What was originally supposed to be a Valentine’s Day trip for Grant and me turned into a solo adventure in Oaxaca, Mexico.
Travel Feels Good in A Place Like This...Boston, Iceland, and New York
Because we need this, all of us, that indescribable feeling when the cabin lights go dim and we go somewhere we’ve never been before; not just entertained, but somehow reborn. One day, Nicole Kidman can recite these lines as a spoof of her AMC commercial, which has gone on way too long. What else has gone on too long is our drought of traveling, but that has now come to an end with a week-long trip to celebrate Emily’s birthday. With Ripley consuming our lives, we needed a good excuse to break out of baby jail, and this was the perfect excuse.
Luke's Birthday in El Salvador
This year, I decided to shake things up and celebrate my birthday in the beautiful country of El Salvador. Known for its stunning beaches, rich culture, and amazing landscapes, it was the perfect backdrop for a memorable celebration. Grant took a side trip to Miami first, and then we met up there and flew down to San Salvador. It was nighttime, so we couldn’t see much, but the drive to the Sheraton El Presidente was quite nice because of the blue and white lights that lit the entire 45 minute drive to San Salvador.
Jamaica Was Not Our Speed
Bob Marley sang a song about “Forget Your Troubles.” We want to just forget Jamaica all together.
It has been over a month since we went to Montego Bay, Jamaica, and I have yet to write the blog. It was a bad trip. Not because Grant and I were fighting, worried about the baby, or anything—but the country and culture were not a match.
Father’s Day in Mazatlán
Well, it has been a minute since we have traveled anywhere interesting. Something about a baby. Since it was Father’s Day—we decided to start the annual tradition of traveling with Ripley somewhere international. I am unsure if Ripley is fully aware that he has committed to this forever and ever, but as I write this and memorialize it officially in this blog—it is happening!
Exploring the Golden Triangle of India – Delhi, Agra, and Jaipur
There is a map of the world that floats around in our house (currently in my office) that has pushpins of the places that I have been. One day, I hope to have a pushpin in each of the countries listed. To get one step closer to that goal—I found an area of the map that was barren…South Asia…and decided I wanted to go there. Simple as that. On a whim, I found a flight leaving Los Angeles that took me to Delhi, India and I booked it. These are my favorite trips because I have no idea what I am getting myself into until I am there. Life is far more interesting and enjoyable when you do things outside of your comfort zone.
Getting the Bad Out of the Way for Only Good in Colombia
This trip started with a bang. A literal one, unfortunately. We were leaving the house for LAX when a driver (either on his phone or not paying attention; or both) rear-ended us in the Mini Cooper Countryman. Not an ideal way to start a trip, but we got the bad out of the way early. The car is still drive-able, we filed a claim with the at-fault driver’s insurance and should get the repairs sorted out this week.
Rusty Canadian Business Referrals
Rust is an iron oxide formed by the reaction of iron and oxygen in the presence of water. It also is formed when you haven’t traveled in a bit and are a bit slow on the pick-up.
Celebrating US Presidents with the Royals in Copenhagen and Malmö
Pop Quiz. Do you know where Copenhagen is? No prize, but pride awarded to those that do!
Truthfully, I had to look at a map to figure out where this place was located. I had a vague idea that it was somewhere in Europe, but got it confused with Belgium. For those that don’t know— you’re not alone clearly— it’s located right south of Sweden and north of Germany.
Storytelling is Just A History Lesson in Ireland
Ireland is a place where everyone seems to have the gift of gab. Some of the most distinguished and influential writers graced the streets of Dublin, but not every story deserves to be told. An innocuous event such as a man getting up out of bed and putting on his shoes can be turned into the most long-winded story or worse yet a song. Everywhere and everyone was a story for someone in Ireland. And in my short time there… I heard a lot of stories. It is only fair I share my story.
Exploring Our Northern Brother Before Starting a New Job
Oh, Canada! I know you are mocked all the time with South Park. I know your Prime Minister is Justin Trudeau. I love Canadian Bacon. You are big on maple syrup. You seem cold. And…that’s about it. I am sure if I really put my head to it that I can think of more trivial facts about Canada, but that's about all I knew. That is saying something considering both Grant and I have traveled to Vancouver, British Colombia. From that trip, I remember a draw bridge in the forest that freaked Emily out, driving like crazy to get to the Butchart Gardens, and nearly running over a homeless drug addict on a road that seemed longer than Downtown LA’s Skid Row. Needless to say— we needed to explore more of our Northern Neighbor.
Even in Spanish Love Means Love…Wait Does It?
As I reflect on our epic excursion for Wendy and Dylan’s wedding in Cuernavaca, Mexico — I thought wow… “love” is universal in both languages. Then it dawned on me. No, in Spanish the word for love is not love, but amor. What? The ability to speak a different language is something that has alluded me, but fascinates me as well. As I did not know a lot of Spanish; I knew even less about a traditional Mexican wedding. What I learned… I need a lot more practice to hang!
Out Of Practice in Guatemala
“Señor Luke Martin…Señor Luke Martin…will you please come to the terminal gate. Señor Luke Martin please come to Gate 4.” When you hear this— you are in trouble!
Both Grant and I took Friday off. Friday was going to be a travel day and Saturday, Sunday, and 1/2 Day of Monday were going to be fun in Antigua, Guatemala. We had hotel, transportation, tours, reservations— you name it we had it ready to go for this trip. Besides Mexico, this would have been our first trip out of the US in nearly two years. I was more pumped about this trip than any other we have had in a while. Something different!
Planning for the “Unplan-able” in Mexico
As a planner, you do things in advance. You attempt to anticipate any problem and attempt to solve the problem before it originates. In heading to Mexico, we booked our flight, hotel, car rental, etc. — easy for us with as much as we travel. I did my homework and found what forms were necessary to avoid delays and we were off to Mexico without any issue.
Hot...Oh So Hot...Cool Down or They Won’t Let Us In
There is a difference between “dry heat” and “humid heat.” Grant cannot do humid heat. In Puerto Vallarta, it’s hot and humid. So it was funny to see the role reversal play out with Grant walking outside and instantly become drenched in sweat. He didn’t know how good he had it in San Diego even during a heatwave.
A few months back we purchased a flight from Tijuana to Puerto Vallarta non-stop for $69 round trip each. We were pleased with our purchase and even more excited to get out of the US for a bit. All the COVID happenings, political turmoil, drama at work, and San Diego’s non-stop summer seem to make this trip a welcome distraction.
We paid a small fee to park at the border walked through the Cross Border Express bridge that takes you directly into the Tijuana airport terminal. Shortly after we hopped on the plane and got to PV in no time at all. As soon as we got off the plane it hit us— the heat. We were glistening so bad I was afraid the light bouncing off our foreheads would be distracting to the planes coming in. Having been to Mexico quite a few times we knew the airport was going to be a zoo. To circumvent it from being too bad I researched getting a private car to pick us up from the airport. However, I quickly found this was the worst thing you could do. It was a $129 round trip to go less than 15 miles down the road if you took this route. The travel blogs tell you to cross the connecting bridge (less than a 5-minute walk) and there you can connect with Uber for $4 total after tip. The problem was that we went in the wrong direction. After our own five minute walk we made our way to a random airport hotel then connected with a taxi for $10.
Most locals are used to the heat so this wasn’t anything new to them. To us we were dying sitting in the back of a car, windows down panting like dogs. When we got to our hotel the security guards had a few questions before they let us in. After those customary questions were out of the way they took our temperature. They read the driver fine. They took Grant’s temperature...to hot...moved to a different part of the arm— fine. Then they got to me. Head, arm, another part of my arm...I was just too hot. The guards were checking the temperatures of themselves and fine. They eventually just asked if I was having any negative symptoms and let me in. After getting inside in the AC—I was rechecked and didn’t have a problem afterward at each checkpoint.
We stayed at the Now Amber, which is Secrets but kids are allowed. Grant secured us a hotel room with a pool swim-up so we could just open our door and hop in. It was 2:45 and check-in was 3 pm. Our room was mysteriously not ready, but the VIP service attendant was right there to sell us tours and anything else we could need. After being given coupons, letting her know we had booked tours, and our VIP attendant out of up-sell opportunities—our room became ready.
Grant and I grabbed a quick bite to eat at the hotel buffet. He wanted to go swimming and I wanted to go walking around. So we split up and I went towards downtown. Grant was happy as can be just lounging in the cool pool. Like a little kid in a kiddy pool. I was happy as I could be wandering around aimlessly looking at the building, shops, and trying not to get lost. Eventually, I walked back after buying a souvenir mask and I joined Grant for pool time.
It wasn’t long before walking on the beach was proposed and we both agreed. The beaches in Puerto Vallarta are a little lackluster. Imagine smooth sand being replaced with rocks. If you have a zero-scaped yard with rocks and ever wandered on it without shoes— it was like that even in water shoes. The pain in our feet quickly became quieter when our stomachs started growling for attention. We grabbed some Mexican food before turning in for the evening.
Anyone that has ever stayed over or has shared a room with us knows Grant and I have the most over the top requests when it comes to sleeping arrangements. The room was supposed to have two beds, but it ended up being one king and a rollaway. This is because I am a constant tosser and turner —flipping from one side to the other and Grant is the lightest sleeper known to man but also hogs the covers (and the bed..). So I volunteered to take the rollaway the first night. Not a big deal. Except when Grant has the warm comforter in the king bed...I am left with a sheet for the rollaway and he drops the AC down to 19 degrees Celsius. That equates to 66 Fahrenheit. I don’t think he was trying to freeze me to death maybe just trying to make sure we stayed cool for our morning adventure.
The next morning we woke up early and hopped in an Uber to meet at the port, where we got on a speed boat for Vallarta Outdoor Adventures. After landing at the dock, we were met by military-like transport vehicles that took us to a ranch where we rode mules up a hillside to the actual destination. These seemed like racehorse-like mules as they were extremely competitive. Whenever one of the mules tried to pass the other it would suddenly go from sleepy to thoroughbred and hightail it to keep the lead.
The tour guides hooked us up in our zip lining gear and we were off. No cameras were allowed, but a photographer did follow us around documenting our every step. This adventure park was spectacular as it was a combination of zip lines, waterfall repelling, free-fall repelling, water slides, and even a zip line rollercoaster. There were 10 people with us and we quickly bonded with the JC of Latter-Day Saints family as the English speaking cohort. We laughed as everyone traversed what seemed like a surprise after surprise adventure. The last ride should have been terrifying but we all kind of just went with it. They got out helmets and elbow pads for us to go down a water ride that seems to have been repurposed from the water park featured on Class Action Park. It was rocky, but no one died so I guess not as bad.
After everything was all said and done we ended up at the gift shop. The photographer pulled up all of our photos and we went through each one on our own computer. Grant didn’t like any of the photos, but there was one of me that I did a zip line upside down that I thought was funny. I snapped a shot with my phone, got fussed at, but saved us $100 as that’s how much they wanted for the photos. Sorry, but I don’t need to spend that much on one silly photo. Such the rule breaker I am.
We packed it up, reversed course, and headed back to the hotel. I did get to see my blue-foot boobies on the way back so I was thrilled! Grant jokes they’re the only boobies I’m interested in. At the hotel, we grabbed a quick bite, dipped our toes in the pool, and got refreshed for our next excursion.
The next excursion was Rhythm of the Night a cirque-du-soleil-esq themed show featuring local traditions and talent. The ship was packed (one of six), masks were gone, and social distancing was out the window when the ship left the port. We didn’t buy the alcohol pass but were handed drinks. Most people were double if not triple-fisting booze as the boat cruised along the coast on the way to a private resort/theater. Servers kept refilling our glasses and the ocean breeze finally cooled us down making the ride extremely enjoyable.
Upon landing, we were greeted by tiki torches and tea light candles on an ever-expansive coast. After being herded and smiling at the required photo spots, we made our way into the theater. The show started and it was fun being at a real show in almost 8 months. For those that have been to XCARET in Cancun the show was not nearly as good as that, but still a fun show. Our buffet dinner was served next and our table was right along the water dimly lit by tea light. Fortunately, last one in, first one out rules applied here so we were the first to depart. The way back we got to enjoy a dance and comedy show put on by the cruise ship crew. The bed was calling so we quickly departed and went straight to bed. By this point, we had been up and going for 17 hours (7:30 am to 12:30 am). No wonder our VIP upseller was shocked when we told her we were doing both these events in one day... yeah we felt it by the end of the night but the fun was worth the exhaustion.
Grant took the rollaway, but still somehow managed to get the heavy blanket. The next morning we ate breakfast, checked out of the hotel, and got to the airport. Our biggest fear was that our body temperatures would be too hot to get on the plane so we made sure to have the windows down all the way and cold water nearby. Our thermometer read didn’t register anything with the guard so we were allowed on the plane without any issue. If nothing else comes out of this trip— hopefully Grant will never try and justify the heat with a comment like “it’s a dry heat” and think that it makes the melting glacier that is my face any cooler.
Luke Still Not Making Friends / Grant Now Not Making Friends
The entire trip to Cancun I was not making friends, however, my bad manners must have rubbed off on Grant for whatever reason he started to really tick people off. I loved it because I finally had company, but this was clearly new territory for him.
Our last day had us going to the park that really made us want to come back to Cancun, which was XAVAGE. The idea behind the park was to do adrenaline-based activities that would never ever ever be legal in the US. Rafting, monster truck driving, speed boating in narrow waters, and the ropes course that even the best of athletes would fail at.
The rafting was our first stop and it was fun. There were several drops and waterfalls, but we had done this type of activity before so ehh… Keeping with the water theme we went onto do the speed boat. This type of activity is all around the US, but not like this. Most speed boats in the US go into open areas and do the sharp turns splashing everyone. Nope. In Mexico, you go down a narrow path and they just spin you around there barely making it past the rocks. It seemed kind of simple until your actually doing it and you realize how close your getting and then you begin to second guess…was this a smart decision today? Haha.
Afterward, we went onto the monster trucks. These things were huge, and you literally go to go sideways, climb overtires, rocks, boulders, narrow turns…I mean crazy stuff. Neither Grant nor I wanted to miss this, so we did it separately. He went first and then I went. When I got back, he told me he got scolded at because he took a corner to sharp and hit a wall. It evidently broke off and a giant rock fell onto the ground; he kind of downplayed it.. I thought this was the greatest moment as it finally put to rest who was the better driver as I did not hit anything. Although I’ve probably ruined the transmission of the rental car because I keep driving with it in 2nd gear instead of D.
Grant needed to kill time because I went second and tried to go into the water section. He attempted to go down a slide but was told it was for kids only. He replied that he was a kid. The second time today he was scolded.
Next up was the ropes course, which hovers over the highway. It looks daunting, but figured the adrenaline would kick in. I can safely say I am not scared of heights as this course was well over 8 stories tall. There were different levels and we choose the 3rd most difficult out of 4. The first one had you step up on a log and then swing to the next log. The logs were not together, and the wind definitely moves them around. After the first one Grant stepped down to level 1, while I tried to keep going. Did I mention Grant doesn’t like heights? Probably wasn’t the best activity for him but he finished so I have to give him credit.
I didn’t get a video, but this video highlight it the best.
This is when things got batshit crazy. There were skateboards swinging in the air, then it was tires that compressed down when stepping on them, tennis balls to swing you from one rope to the other, there was even just two single wires were I had to shuffle my feet and hold on for dear life. I cleared like 8 or 9 different scenarios and was pretty good. That was until I got to the net.
Again, crazy ridiculous feet above the ground there is a net that you have to traverse. So, I literally had to shuffle my feet on the rope net and spider monkey across this net until I made it to the other side. EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. Again, we are talking about being 8 stories in the air and crawling a net. This drained me. I completed one more course and headed down to a lower level. I completed more than half of the advanced course so I’ll take that as a win.
Not long after that we returned back to our hotel. Not having been to the beach today he really wanted to go. Our hotel is in the jungle, not the beach. But they told us if we wanted to go to a beach, they could help us. The hotel told us to go to El Dorado. When we got to El Dorado they shooed us away. Grant did a deep dive on his phone to find a substitute. Havana Beach Club. We go. They shooed us away again. Go to the Divanta. We go…they shoo us away. Grant’s clearly frustrated so I drive us down to Puerto Morales. Evidentially, this is where retired old people come to be in Cancun because we were the youngest people there. It was great little boat dock city and we were able to walk the crystal-clear water before returning and turning in for the night.
The flight home was fine. Lesson learned— if we ever go back to Cancun we will be staying in a 5 star hotel and chauffeured everywhere we go!