Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Gratitude: March

"In like a lion. Out like a lamb" was definitely the theme for my month. However, I did find that spending some time each day to reflect on the positives has definitely given a little perspective. Slowly but surely things are starting to feel "normal". Life has a funny way of working out exactly how it is supposed to.



1. My best friend's smile.

2. Motivation from my hubby.

3. Good news, and a well deserved accomplishment for the hubby.

4. A good sports bra; it makes running a much more tolerable experience.

5. The was cozy feeling of putting on "fresh from the dryer" pants on a frigid night.

6. Reasons to celebrate with some fabulous friends.

7. Feeling appreciated.

8. Ginger ale and ice chips.

9. Sunshine, and feeling well enough to enjoy it.

10. The brief moment of joy when my pants fit really well (until I remember I haven't eaten in 72 hours).

11. A good night's sleep.

12. Tetris. It has prepared me well to pack these suitcases.

13. Professional opportunities.

14. Rainy days and coffee with my favorite person.

15. Some alone time in the car.

16. Target's 60-day return policy.

17. Finally going through all of our mail and catching up on reading Christmas cards.

18. The knowledge that tomorrow is a new day. March 18th can now return to just another day on the calendar.

19. My Daddy

20. Good food, good wine, good conversation, and great friends.

21. Water and Advil (see the good wine above).

22. Old friends to welcome us to a new place.

23. My husband's awesome sense of direction, and his ability to talk me out of a "super freak-out" moment.

24. A new set of wheels for our new adventures.

25. Finding moments of calm in the chaos.

26. Walking into a house and knowing it is where we want to make a home.

27. Long chats with the hubby and figuring out a plan. Who says excel spreadsheets can't be romantic? ;-)

28. Finding joy (and strength) from writing again.

29. Lazy mornings spent laughing and snuggling.

30. Tearing through a to-do list like a boss.

31. Being part of an unconditionally supportive community.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Owning My Crazy......

  The one constant in my life as an Army wife is that things are constantly changing. It is probably the best and worst part of this life all wrapped up in one. On one hand, every time we move from a duty station our life turns into this roller coaster that seems to have loops at every turn.  It is stressful, infuriating, sad, and exhausting. I feel like I leave a little piece of myself behind whenever we move, most of the time I feel like that piece is my sanity. However on the other hand, as soon as the two year mark of an assignment comes up I start itching for a change of scenery. I get excited to explore new states, meet new people, and conquer new challenges.  Even knowing the stress, frustration, tears, and sadness are inevitable, I still find myself craving a new adventure. Even though I know that the "crazy" is coming, I still want to hop on the ride.

  This latest move has probably been our most challenging for me. From getting orders only three weeks before we were supposed to move from a foreign country, then spending ten weeks in a hotel while Jeff attended a course, to not knowing for sure what our definite next duty station would be until 3 days before we had to leave, there were curve balls thrown our way almost daily. Going into a PCS I always try to give myself a little pep talk, and I try really hard to "hide my crazy" (I even listen to Miranda Lambert's "Mama's Broken Heart" on loop to remind myself). The song has become somewhat of my "Army wife mantra" and serves as useful advice in lots of uniquely military spouse environments.

  Unfortunately, this PCS I am afraid that even Miranda's words may not rescue me from myself. I have found that the more I try to brush off the frustrations and smile through the inner rage, the more I feel like I am going to absolutely lose my s#*t. So in an effort to regain my sanity, I have decided that it is time to own my "crazy". I am going to give myself a little bit of leeway in the coming weeks and I am not going to beat myself up for any of the following that I may or may not do (I may have already done these though, oops):

  • Spend so much time starring at a computer screen that my eyes bleed. It's a full time job scouring different real estate sites, waiting for emails, calculating drive time, and comparing crime rates.

  • Whine like a four year-old while my husband, who by the way arrived at this new place the exact same time as I did, is on the other end of the phone desperately trying to help me find my way back to the room. 

  • Extend my third finger at the elder gentleman who honked at me for not hitting the gas pedal the instant the light turned green. I am sorry, I forget that I am now driving for NASCAR.

  • Lie awake inventorying all of our belonging (half of which I haven't seen in 2 years) trying to figure out if we will ever find a house to fit it all in.

  • Stalk Approach the well-put-together wife at the PX and ask her where she gets her hair done (and maybe even if she knows of a good gynecologist) Don't judge, the struggle is real people. 

  • Spend 20 minutes in the candy aisle at the commissary convincing myself that putting one of everything in my cart would not be productive. 

  • Wear the same outfit two days in a row because I just don't feel like digging through the suitcase. Besides it isn't like anyone knows me here yet (except for the lady at the PX, but I am pretty sure she is already filing a restraining order). 

  I know that the coming weeks hold so much unknown that there are times I feel like my head may explode. But the coming weeks also hold so much promise, so much adventure, so much laughter, and so much joy. So while we face the challenges of settling into a new duty station, I am going to allow myself some grace, laugh even if it is through tears, and own every bit of crazy that comes out.  In the end I know that everything will work itself out; I will learn to love it here, I will make new friends, I will have a ton of fun, and in two years I will start itching to do this all over again.  

This life is definitely full of challenges, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. Crazy and all!


Sunday, March 8, 2015

Gratitude: February

It feels like I spent the month of February trying to get as settled as possible in the one room hotel room  serving as home for 10 weeks. In the stress of this time of transition, I have definitely struggled to stay positive. However, I am happy I decided to keep a gratitude journal through this process. Finding at least one thing good about each day has definitely provided some much needed perspective around here.


1. My love of sports and the perspective to remember that in the end, it is just a game.

2. Dinner ready with I get home from a long day

3. The snooze button.

4. Daydreaming with Jeff about our future (with an accompanying excel spreadsheet).

5. Unanswered prayers, and the faith to trust in God's plan.

6. A TV show that gives you the good cry you have needed for the past month. Thank you        Parenthood, I will miss the Bravermans.

7. Time spent with my amazing aunt.

8. Patience.

9. Hearing one of my favorite songs on the radio and singing along to Rascal Flatts', "Bless the Broken Road".

10. That awesome message your scalp gets when the hairstylist spends 10 minutes washing your hair. 

11. 70mph speed limits.

12. A beautiful morning in Charleston providing a welcome respite from the bitter cold.

13. The feeling of home, even when it comes in the form of getting our car back. 

14. We don't need a special day to show love or feel loved.

15. Date night (especially when you find out it is buy one entree get one free night).

16. A day spent clearing out the DVR.

17. Knowing your boss has your back.

18. People braving the cold to clear the roads and make driving around here safer.

19. Reading a Bible verse to remind me that God is with me, always.

20. Pizza delivery.

21. Belly laughs and being silly with my favorite person. 

22. Satellite Radio. Oh how I missed you (no offense AFN).

23. Being "ChaCha" to the most awesome niece and nephews. They are my world.

24. Words of encouragement from a dear friend.

25. My husband understands me, sometime better than I understand myself.

26. Paying good advice forward.

27. Girl talk. It is good for the soul. 

28. Washington, DC and free entrance to the museums. 


Friday, February 6, 2015

Gratitude: January.....

Every year I try to make New Year's resolutions to change some bad habits or improve certain aspects of my life, and every year those resolutions seem to only last as long as it had taken me to come up with them.  So this year, I decided I would resolve to highlight positives in my life and find at least one thing a day to be grateful.

January 2015

1. Reflection. Release. Fresh Starts.

2. Couple's Night Out and effortless conversation with dear friends.

3. Being right, sometimes (and the happy dance that follows).

4. The peace of running through the woods.

5. Laundry that only takes a 1/2 day to complete.

6. Watching the snow fall from my Momma's rocking chair.

7. Conversation and cuddles with my Momma.

8. Clementines.

9. Jeff's friends who have now become my friends.

10. My new iPhone.

11. Road trips with my favorite co-pilot.

12. Finding a job I enjoy.

13. Grocery store choices.

14. Kind words and a smile from a stranger.

15. A first date that became a forever date.

16. I made it through the day. That is all.

17. Adoption, and the joy it brings.

18. A Seahawks win!

19. Double upgrades on the rental car.

20. Not throwing up in the middle of my first workout in a long time.

21. Someone else to make my bed every morning.

22. Chats with my best friend (and living in the sam timezone again).

23. Jeff likes my cooking.

24. Family-owned restaurants with FABULOUS food.

25. Bacon.

26. "The Bachelor" watching it makes me feel a lot better about my life choices.

27. Good genes

28. A genuine "I feel pretty" day.

29. God's Grace.

30. Fried Pickles

31. Making a new friend. Military Wives+Wine= Fun Times


Saturday, November 8, 2014

Putting It Out There..........

In the past I have shared my struggle with infertility, miscarriages, and the journey to expand our family. The feedback I received from everyone was incredible. It is extremely difficult to be open about such a painful and personal obstacle. However, I have found that being honest and open with my situation, along with the support from my friends and family, has helped me find peace and strength in some of the darkest moments. It is in this spirit I have decided to share the latest chapter in my story.

A year ago we decided to try fertility treatments again while here in Korea, in the hopes of leaving this assignment with a baby in our arms (or my belly). We went "all in", enduring a myriad tests, hormones, three IUI procedures, waiting, disappointments, unanswered questions, surgery, waiting again, more unanswered questions, big needles, a lot more hormones, even bigger needles, and a lot more disappointment.

 Late this past spring we were faced with the choice of doing IVF or not. To be honest I had secretly hoped we would never get to this point in our journey. IVF had always been the "nuclear option" for me in this process. I had been confident I would get pregnant before we had to consider IVF, I was sure of it.
So you can imagine how many tears were shed and how much prayer it took to finally embrace the reality of IVF being our next option.

So in the middle of June I went in for an egg retrieval procedure. Five days later I lay on an operating table staring at a screen with a picture of two fertilized embryos that were about to be transferred to my uterus. It was an unreal experience. Jeff happened to be on a trip for work during this whole process. Thankfully modern medicine allowed for him to do his "part" of the procedure before he left. I can tell you one thing is for certain, hormones and the hubby being gone during the stress of IVF is not a good look for me. I think there may or may not have been a time I wished technology allowed for me to reach through face time and punch Jeff in the face. I mean come on; if modern science could allow us to create life while he was half way across the world surely someone could have come up with a way to teleport through an app.

On a side note, I was so lucky to have my amazing friend Morgan with me during my appointments. She, and her husband Tim, were a wonderful support while Jeff was gone and while I endured the dreaded two-week wait to see if the procedure was successful. I am a strong believer that God knows what he is doing when He places people in your life. Being an Army wife and living far from family, your friends become your family. We are so blessed to have the O'Bryant’s in our life, and I will be forever grateful to not have been alone during the time Jeff was in the states. 

Thankfully, Jeff returned in time for us to learn that the procedure had worked and we were finally pregnant again. I was overjoyed and so relieved, it had been an arduous three years leading up to this moment. However, there was still a sense of cautious optimism. We had been down this path before and I knew there was a long road ahead. Even though I knew the possibilities, I was so thankful to be pregnant and tried to embrace and enjoy every minute.

In August, I headed to the states to help with my family for a few months. I went to the Drs at 8-weeks and saw a little heart beating on the screen. I don't think I had ever felt that much joy before in my life. Although I was ecstatic to be pregnant, I still approached with cautious optimism. We only told our family and a few friends, but looked forward to being able to let the world know how happy we were and to share in our joy.

On September 4th I went in for my 12-week ultrasound feeling excited about reaching a milestone. Unfortunately, I was given the news that there was no sign of a heartbeat. Everything seemed to turn upside down in that moment. I remember leaving the office and sitting in the parking lot trying to stop crying long enough to call Jeff and let him know what had happened. It was the worst phone call I have ever had to make. Our world was once again shattered and the all too familiar feeling of helplessness overwhelmed me.

I have spent the past two months surround by a thick grey fog. It was a barrier keeping me from facing the past, enjoying the present, and embracing the future. The fog was a shield of my own making, something I created to protect me from the actuality of what the past two months have meant.  I thought it would allow me to hide out from reality and become as invisible as I desperately wanted to be.

I hadn't really been able to put my finger on why I was struggling so much with this miscarriage. I knew this could happen. I had remained cautious and guarded, almost bracing myself for it to happen. It wasn't until Jeff and I were talking about it last week that I was able to really articulate what I had been feeling. Yes, I knew that I could lose the baby. Yes, I hadn't allowed myself to get openly excited about having a baby quite yet. But going into that 12-week ultrasound I thought that was all about to change. I had made it longer than any other pregnancy; I hadn't had any major bleeding or cramping like I did with the others. I felt pregnant and was thinking of how I would let everyone know how excited we were to finally be having a baby. I thought I would leave that appointment with a cute little picture of my baby, and everything would change for the better. I really didn't even imagine that I would leave broken hearted. What was different this time? As much as I told myself that I was prepared for unpleasant realities, I was completely blindsided by the news. I was absolutely devastated and the only thing I wanted to do was hide out from the world. I wanted to bury myself self so deep in the fog of sorrow that I would almost become numb to it.

The funny thing about the fog is that while it kept me from experiencing the world around me it didn't stop the world from turning. No matter how many times I chose to hit the "I don't want to see this" button on happy Facebook posts, or how many times I avoided situations where people were having fun, it didn't keep them from happening. Joy happened, fun happened, life happened, and I was missing out on it.

The past week, with Jeff's help and support (he has had to practically had to physically drag me out of my funk), I have worked really hard to clear away the barriers I put up two months ago. I'm beginning to look for positives in our IVF process. I'm allowing myself to share in the joy of others again. I am even looking at the path ahead with a little wonder and excitement.

Yes, our journey has been long, it has been painful, but it isn't over. There are still options for us, and there are still chances to expand our family. There are lessons to be learned from the past, moments to enjoy in the present, and faith that the future is bright.  There is joy to be had, there are prayers to be answered, and there are still miracles that await us.


Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Fakin' It........

It has been a LONG time since my last blog post. I am going to try to do a much better job with updates as we head into our next adventure.

So it's PCS time, and right about now is when I turn into an absolute crazy person. I stress out, get irrationally emotional, and become a raging lunatic, pretty much simultaneously. Sometimes I feel like I cannot think straight, and will never do so again. While other times I feel like I have awesome moments of clarity. In the past when I have experienced my "aha, that's it!!" moments, I regret not writing them down. And when I don't record these self-proclaimed moments of brilliance, I end up feeling like I have nothing to say.

Not today, my friends. Today as I put on a smile and said "great" when the barista inquired how I was doing, I thought, “Wow you just totally faked that". And boom, the light bulb moment happens. "Man if only I had a penny for every time I "faked” it..... There's totally a blog in that one, Marci." So here you go.

We've all faked it at least once. You know what I'm talking about. No, not THAT!! (I'm mean; I know we've all done that too). I'm talking about the big fat magic trick every Army (or Air Force/Marine Corps/Navy) wife has performed when she puts a smile on her face and waxes poetic about how great it is to be an Army wife.

The times she says, "oh I love it here!” when the thought of spending one more minute at a particular duty station fills her with an uncontrollable urge to ride out the remainder of her time hidden under the covers. Remember those days she said she liked the fact she moved around so much, while internal jealousy boiled at the sight of permanent wall hangings. Let's not forget when a non-military person sings her praises and says they have don't know how she does it, and she just smiles and thanks them because they have no idea last night she locked herself in the bathroom and cried for 30 minutes because the redeployment date got changed by a day (again!).  Oh, how about when she's asked to rank her top 45 choices for their next place to live from a list of 50, only to find out they are going somewhere that wasn't even on the list. She will probably smile and say she counts her blessings that they will be together while secretly trying to figure out how to make it to Kentucky to "thank" the branch manager in person without her husband finding out. And then there is the mother of all fakes. Those times when she says "it's a great life, the Army has been so good to us.", when the ONLY thing she feels like doing is running through the Pentagon, flipping everyone in sight "the bird".

Now please don't misunderstand me. There are days when an Army wife will mean every word behind those smiles. Because the fact is, she really does love it here. And moving around so much has allowed her some once in a lifetime experiences. Although she doesn't really know how she does it either, she wouldn't change a thing. And it isn't just a good life, but a great one. She is so proud of her Soldier and the work he does for our country, and is so thankful for their life in the Army.

There are days when an Army wife really does love being an Army wife. Today just might not be one of those days. But, rest assured, she will probably put on a smile and "fake it" until it is again. 


Sunday, May 4, 2014

Having a Blast in Hong Kong

Back in March our dear friend, Adrienne, traveled all the way from Washington, D.C. to visit us. Since she is an awesome sport and always up for an adventure, we couldn’t pass up adding a trip to Hong Kong to her itinerary. We set up a 4-day trip to Hong Kong, with a day tour to the island of Macau. Hong Kong is the 4th major Asian city that Jeff and I have now checked off the list.

Perhaps the only hiccup of the whole trip was scheduling our flight during the first round of March Madness. It just so happens that The George Washington University Basketball team was playing a first round game at the exact time we needed to be at the airport for our flight. Thankfully Incheon airport has WIFI, so Adrienne and Jeff could cheer on their Colonials. Unfortunately Memphis prevailed in the game, but the alum quickly rallied with excitement for our trip.

In addition to checking another Asian city off of the bucket list, we also got to fly on a new Asian airline; Royal Thai Airways.  Can’t think of a bad thing to say about the airline. The planes were new (individual in-seat entertainment is key), the attendants were lovely, and the flight was smooth. The food was also pretty good, as far as airline food goes. I would definitely consider flying Royal Thai Airways again.

We stayed at the Hotel Icon on the Kowloon side of Hong Kong. I LOVED our hotel. The lobby walls were covered in plants (yes plants!), and the hotel had the most beautifully refreshing smell. For any of you who have ever been to Seoul for an extended period of time, you understand what I mean when I say that over time “fresh” smells become a sanctuary. We were also upgraded to the executive level, complete with a fabulous view and free mini bar. SCORE!!

The night we arrived decided to go for a stroll along the harbor and take in the sights. We walked along the “Avenue of Stars” celebrating famous actors from Hong Kong. Of course we had to stop and check out Jackie Chan’s handprints and Bruce Lee’s statue. It was fun to take in the sights along the water with a beautiful view of Hong Kong Island across the harbor

We were also on a mission to find some good eats, because, let’s be honest, I LOVE me some Chinese food. The hotel gave us a few recommendations to eat in the area, and we decided on Peking duck. We found a restaurant in a shopping area at the end of the harbor and we were not disappointed. We ordered some dumplings (you can’t go to Hong Kong and NOT order dumplings), and Peking duck for the table. Now none of us had ever had the meal before, so imagine our surprise when a WHOLE duck arrived at the table for presentation. It was fabulous, but also a little creepy to see the duck on the plate staring at us. Fortunately, they took the duck to the back to be carved, and then returned with a plate of deliciously juicy meat. It was a scrumptious meal and my mouth is watering at the memory as I type. After dinner we headed back alone the harbor walk to catch the light show. The building across the river light up with different colors set to music each night of the show. It was a perfect end to our first night in Hong Kong. 

We had a guided day tour around Hong Kong on tap for our first full day. We enjoyed a boat ride through the harbor and saw quite the dichotomy of how the “haves” and “have-nots” live on the water in Hong Kong. Yachts parked next to run down houseboats. It really was a site.  We then visited a jewelry factory to see how some of the jewels in Hong Kong are made (the obligatory tour stop that is my least favorite part of the tour). We then hopped back on the tour bus for a trip to Stanley Waterfront to visit the beach. It was a beautiful day in Hong Kong and I the harbor was booming with activity. The area near Stanley Waterfront seemed to have a high population of expats. The houses along the cliffs were enormous and I think I needed both hands to count how many Porsches I saw on the road.  Leaving the harbor we headed up to Victoria’s Peak to enjoy the best view in Hong Kong. The view was fabulous on a perfect day. Unfortunately the bus ride up left me feeling under the weather, so Jeff and I left early to return to the hotel while Adrienne stayed back to explore a little more.  She is such good sport.

After some much needed rest at the hotel to settle my tummy, it was time to close out day two with another delicious meal. This time we were in search of a Dim Sum restaurant. Adrienne had done some research before her visit and came on the trip armed with a few suggestions. We ended up at Kowloon Tang and were treated to a sampling of dim sum that I can only adequately describe as divine. I think I could have probably ordered three more helpings of the ‘”Sichuan” wontons tossed with Peppercorn, Garlic, and Chili Oil’.  With our tummies full and the daily craving for Chinese food satiated, we headed to the Ritz Carlton to have drinks at the “Highest Bar in the World”. At Ozone, we each had an outrageously overpriced drink, went outside for a brief moment to take in the view (and the high winds), and then we were headed back home for the evening. Our first full day in Hong Kong was a blast.

There was no way we were going to go to Hong Kong and not make the trip to check out Macau.  With a guided tour on tap for the day we headed to the ferry station with, it seemed, everyone else in Hong Kong that day. Since Macau is considered a separate part of China from Hong Kong, we were required to go through customs and immigration again and show our passports. Like Hong Kong that was once a British Colony, another European country, Portugal, once colonized Macau. Portugal transferred sovereignty of Macau to China in 1999, but there is still a large Portuguese population (and influence) there. Our tour guide for the trip was actually a Portuguese ex-pat who had lived in Macau for over 30 years.

Macau is famous for it casinos, in fact its gaming revenues consistently top Las Vegas’.  Visitors to Macau are mainly made up of tourist from Mainland China with the sole intent to gamble. Our little “trio of travelers” was not there to gamble, but to get to see the rest of what Macau had to offer. So off we went on our merry tour.

We enjoyed a stop at A-Ma Temple, and I enjoyed some people watching. I get such a kick out of Asian fashion during these trips. There is NO way I would look at any of the pieces of clothing in some of these outfits and think that I should wear them all at the same time, but somehow these ladies (and sometimes gentlemen) pull it off. Boggles the mind.

We drove around with our cheery tour guide taking in the sites of the city. We made a stop at Macau Tower and headed to the top for an awesome 360 view. Interestingly the tower featured a bungee jump attraction run by the same company I jumped with during our trip to New Zealand. I was ALMOST tempted to make the leap off the tower, but only mustered the nerve when it was time to leave with the group.

After enjoying a delicious lunch that featured both traditional Chinese and Portuguese dishes, we headed to see the Ruins of St. Paul. What a beautiful site. Built in 1580 this Catholic Church was rebuilt twice following fires. Unfortunately, a third fire left only one wall of the church remaining, and it serves as a popular tourist destination on Macau. What a story that one wall can tell.

After fighting the crowds at the ruins we hopped on the bus to the ferry terminal to head back to Hong Kong. Although we didn’t quite get to do Macau Casino Royale style this time, we all made a pact to visit again and do it up right (bungee jump included).

The Macau trip was a long day, so we settled for a nice meal in the hotel lobby before heading up to pack for the next day’s trip back to Seoul. Did I mention how much I LOVED the smell of our hotel lobby?

Hong Kong was an amazing trip and we are so grateful to have shared it with an awesome traveling companion in Adrienne. Traveling with a married couple can have its inherent challenges and Adrienne was a true friend for putting up with us. We are pretty lucky she was such good sport and up for the adventure.


And now for the pictures.......

                                                    Day One: First night in Kowloon

The fabulous view from our hotel

At first sight we thought this building looked like a beached cruise ship

Teeny Tiny M&M packs in the FREE mini bar

Some local (expat?) children enjoying a game of cricket in a city courtyard. 

View across the harbor 

Jeff taking in the sites

Adrienne and Jeff

Bruce Lee

Hong Kong Version of the "hollywood walk of fame"

Yes, that say "shredded squid". And, YES the was a line to order. 

These two little ones sure new how to work a pose. 

Well hello there little duckie!

First taste of Dumplings in Hong Kong. YUM!


This giant flower bouquet sculpture was outside the mall. I didn't have my tripod so the pic is a little blurry and does not quite capture just how stunning this piece of art really was.

The light show begins

Day Two: Day Trip in Hong Kong

The largest floating restaurant in the world

House boat

House boat. 

Had to remember we were in China. 

Day Two (cont): Stanley Harbor & Marketplace

Fo ten minutes I watched this lady sitting there yelling directions at her husband (?) who was doing his best to get the boat into dock. 

Just in case your other unicorn costume was dirty next time you went skateboarding. 

                                                       Day Two (cont): Victoria's Peak

The view was spectacular on this beautiful day. See China over there?

I thought the architecture of these twin building was very interesting

We went browsing at one of the camera stores (no sales tax in Hong Kong) and I played around with a macro lens on my camera. 

                                                 Day Three: Macau                                            
The Governor's House

I thought these were building, but as we got closer we realized they were sculptures. 

Our Lady of Penha Church

Macau Tower

Good thing I decided to leave my mini dress and platforms at home for this WALKING tour. That would have been awkward. Maybe next time. 

Hot pink scarf, orange sweater, and leopard print pants? Yeah, that works. Oh and don't forget to top it off with an awesome lace hat. 

A-Ma Temple Entrance

Maritime version of bumper to bumper traffic. 

Kun Iam Statue

The goddess Kun Iam is a Buddhist deity of mercy

Monks!! (I missed the shot of the monk wearing Beats headphones!)

Non-verbal communication at its finest. Universal language!

It may be in the hot outside, but a true fashionista still needs her cape. 

The backside of the Ruins of St Paul Cathedral

Rock those pants, Girl!

A view of just how many people we visited the ruins with. 

In complete awe of 5000 year old architecture

Even the guys get in on the "fashion" action. I think I may have seen those shorts back in my great aunts house, except they were drapes ;-)


A single wall remains

Did I mention Dasanba Street was crowded?

The living wall at our gloriously fresh smelling hotel. I could have stayed there forever.