Wheeler is in Adidas’ new James Harden commercial…and this isn’t the first time they’ve been on the big screen

When you’re ranked No. 2 in the nation by MaxPrep’s and have a graduate drafted No. 3 overall in the most recent NBA draft, you’re awarded some perks. The latest James Harden Adidas commercial features the Wheeler High School basketball team throughout.

This is a huge shoutout for the Wildcats who are perennially among the top 25 teams in the nation. But it isn’t the first time they’ve found themselves in the public eye. Back in 2011, my senior year, the Cats were featured in Roscoe Dash & Soulja Boi’s mujsic video for All The Way Turnt Up.

If you noticed the only white player on the team in the video, that’s my guy Alex Arnold. Freshest 11th man in Wildcat history.

Wheeler is expected to compete not only for the Georgia state title again, but for a national title as well. But it won’t be as easy as it sounds. With the latest region realignment, Wheeler is now in a region with Westlake and Pebblebrook. In the same MaxPrep’s rankings that listed Wheeler at No. 2, Westlake comes in at No. 8 and Pebblebrook at No. 13.

And that’s not to mention Greenforest in Decatur (No. 4 in the nation) and Norcross ( No. 19 in the nation).

There’s going to be some legendary high school hoops played in Georgia this season.

Colinary Tour of Minnesota – Ecuador

What even is Ecuadorian food?

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That’s what I was asking myself as I decided on my next stop on the Colinary Tour. Most of the cooks at the restaurant I work at are Ecuadorian and they suggested I try Chimborazo in Northeast Minneapolis. Little geography lesson here: Ecuador is located in the northwestish corner of South America and is defined by three very different regions.

The Amazon in the east of the country and the pacific coastline in the west are broken up by the northern parts of the Andes mountain range. These differences in topography create equal differences in cuisine. Common foods in the jungle region are the yuca, or cassava, a a starchy root that is usually fried, as well as many types of fruits. The pacific coast is defined by seafood including shrimp, oysters, tilapia, tuna and many others. Chicken, beef, pork and guinea pig are common in the lowlands near the coast as well as in the mountainous regions. Potatoes are a staple in the mountainous areas too.

Natalie and I arrived to Chimborazo not necessarily knowing what to expect, given it was each of our first times eating Ecuadorian food. The restaurant was a small, square stucco building that stood alone on the street corner. It was quiet and unassuming. I probably would breeze right past it any other day of the week.

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But we walked in and the silence was immediately replaced by the boisterous noise of worker bees on lunch breaks. The one-room dining area was filled to the brim with tables, and the noise bounced off all four walls. To be honest, it smelled like a Chinese restaurant at first notice. I think the fried rice dishes were to blame for that.

We sat down and ordered Muchin de Yuca (fried Yuca or Cassava with cheese), Seco de Carne (beef stewed in peppers, onions, garlic and passionfruit, served with rice and plaintains) and Chaulafan (Ecuadorian fried rice with pork, chicken, shrimp and egg).

The cassava was interesting but delicious. It had the spongy texture of angel food cake on the inside and was a perfect golden brown on the outside. My Chaulafan was honestly like a house fried rice at an Asian restaurant but with a few small but important differences. The eggs were special. They were fried eggs, but they fell apart in your mouth and were so soft. It was almost like cotton candy they were so delicate. And the inclusion of green peppers added a nice change of flavor. Natalie’s beef was served in hearty chunks and were juicy and easy to chew. The steamed rice was standard, and while I didn’t eat any on account of I hate them, she said the red onions were flavored wonderfully.

All in all, it was a delicious lunch. It was my first real step out of my food comfort zone being that I’ve never had Ecuadorian food before. With Italian food and Vietnamese food – you kind of know what’s coming but with Chimborazo, I was surprised and pleased.

 

p.s. They have some pretty nice beer and wine specials, too.

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Colinary Tour of Minnesota – Italy

If you’ve never been there before, you’re going to be overwhelmed when you first walk in – in the best way possible. Confused too, to be honest.

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Cosetta’s Italian is in the prime commercial district of St. Paul, right across the street from Xcel Energy Center where the Wild play their hockey games. It’s got a grandiose exterior with carved pillars, large windows and dramatic doorways; it’s on the corner of the block. I was told it’s a great spot for lunch, but to be honest I was getting scared that it was going to become a candlelit dinner type of scene – all too eager to chew threw my wallet.

But I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge – especially when there’s some form of ricotta cheese on the other side – so I pushed on. I walked in, immediately to be overwhelmed and confused.

Overwhelmed because there was just too much for my eyes to take in to fully understand the type of place I was in; confused because I saw cake displays, stairs, plastic lunch trays and a macaroon kiosk…enough to bewilder anyone. I honestly had to walk around for four or five minutes before I began to understand the process. But when I did, I became much more excited than if I were taken to the corner table with a white tablecloth and a view. They’re a lunch-tray-and-line type of spot. MY FAVORITE. It’s easy AND you know what you’re getting into before you order. Like Picadilly’s, but Italian.

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The reason it’s a tad confusing is because the entrance doesn’t exactly point you in the right direction. You walk in and are looking at the side of a stairwell. You can kind of see some pizza action towards your right, but overall – it’s just not discernible what to do. Basically it’s laid out in a square. In the back wall is the food line. In the middle is an island for the checkout station where the drinks and beer are located. In the front is the entryway and stairwell. See my confusion?

First up is the salad displays. Name a salad ingredient. Literally any salad ingredient and I’d bet my life savings (about the same amount as a salad from Cosetta’s) that they’ve got it. You can choose from one of their signature creations or make your own. We got the Misticanza Salad – radicchio and arugula with lemon citronette dressing and parmesan cheese. It was simple and tasty with fresh crisp lettuce that didn’t wilt as the meal went on.

Next in line is the hot foods. Trays upon trays of classic Italian dishes including lasagna, chicken marsala, chicken cacciatore, sausage calabrese and veal/chicken parm. Their special of the month was Portobello mushroom ravioli. We ordered the lasagna, the mushroom ravioli and chicken fettucini. The ravioli was heartily stuffed and properly cooked, the fettucini was tasty but got lost in the sauce and the lasagna was the winner. All meat and noodles with no frills, it satisfied and filled us up. It was served with a side of mostaciolli con ricotta (more or less baked ziti noodles) which were divine.

Now, if you’re a native Minnesotan, I feel like I must apologize here. I didn’t get any pizza. I had no idea that’s their money maker; but when I talked to people about my experience afterwards they looked at me with almost pure disgust when I said I didn’t get the pizza. You would’ve thought I told them Chipotle was better than Willy’s or something.

It was a very fair price for a hefty and delicious portion – about $14 for lunch and a drink. After you get your food, you’ve got to walk upstairs to get a table, and that’s when you truly grasp just how massive this place is. After our meal we walked back downstairs to the main food area. To your left, the dessert room, to your right, the market.

The dessert room had anything and everything. I’m not even going to try to explain it because I won’t do it a proper service – just look at the pictures below.

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The market is the same thing, too extensive for me to portray properly. Check out some pictures for yourself. I will say this, if you want a legitimate Italian cheese selection: Cosetta’s is your place.

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Colinary Tour of Minnesota – Cuba

It’s only my second day into this project am I’m already reaping major benefits.

I was on a double at work yesterday, which left me little time to track down an international lunch or dinner spot to test out. But I did have time for “the most important meal of the day” (Cadswallop if you ask me…..Hagrid reference anyone?). I don’t even know any foreign breakfast spots back home – do people in other countries even eat breakfast? – so I definitely don’t know any here. Thank God for Google.

Thirty seconds later I’m looking at the CityPages ’10 Best Breakfast Spots in Minneapolis’ and it’s full of typical sounding restaurants like Al’s Breakfast, Hot Plate and Milda’s. I’m sure they’re delicious, but not what I’m looking for. Only one place on the list seemed like it fit the bill – Victor’s 1959 Cafe.

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I can’t honestly say I’ve ever eaten Cuban food. I’ve had a Cuban sandwich before, but I’m sure Cuban’s have had a cheeseburger before as well…not saying much. The idea of Cuban breakfast intrigued me.

It was a short drive out of the city, heading south. The big buildings and massive apartment complexes faded into rows of trees lining one way streets with modest homes hugging the curbs. Yellow and orange leaves lined the drainage area between the curbs and asphalt – more on the ground than on the limbs. I turned right off of Blaisdell Ave. onto 38th street and nearly drove by the place. The bright turquoise paint on the building is the only thing that stopped me. In a city that hunkers down underneath dark jackets and brown buildings for five months a year, Victor’s stands out like like a large white man in Peru. Trust me, I can verify that analogy.

There are a grand total of two parking spaces in their parking lot, so I kissed that option goodbye and found street parking nearby. My first experience with Victor’s was before I even set foot in the place. A kid about my age walked by me on the sidewalk with a to-go box in his hands. I was watching my breath make steam in front of me when I caught a whiff of whatever he ordered…I knew I was in for a treat.

Sure enough I walk into the small entryway and I’m greeted by a full-on assault to my senses. My eyes light up with every color in the color wheel lining the walls, floors and ceiling before me, my nose is infiltrated with the smell of sizzling steak and onions and I hear the clanking of pans and shouts of Spanish from the kitchen. The entire place is about the size of my apartment; it probably seats no more than 25 total. I belly up to the bar (seating: 4) so I don’t hog up valuable table space (a nice little life hack I’ve learned from my days in a restaurant up here) and take in my surroundings. First thing I notice, they’re cool with graffiti. Scratch that, they encourage graffiti. Every wall is plastered with signatures, pictures and hearts with initials inside done in Sharpie. I comment on the decor and the server hands me a coffee mug with Sharpie’s – they’ve embraced it.

I look over and see that Guy Fieri has visited this place on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives – he too signed his name. My anticipation for this place continues to grow.

I get a coffee and make small talk. Victor’s has been there for 17 years. They close from 2pm to 4:30pm. The servers are off on Sunday and make a plan to get mimosas. Good for them.

I’m hungry and don’t really feel like trying to nail down the perfect order so I go with the first thing that looks good – the Cuban Scrambler. Three scrambled eggs covered with black beans with a side of fried sweet plantains and Cuban toast with Guava jam.

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Cuban Scrambler – three scrambled eggs, black beans, fried plantains and cuban toast with guava jam

You know when you’re on vacation and you go to a beach bar with a really cool atmosphere and have a great time? The bar is cool, the people are happy but the food isn’t really anything special? You leave there thinking, ‘that was fun but that food wasn’t really that good’….yeah Victor’s isn’t anything like that.

Whoever cooks the black beans knows what they’re doing. The eggs are eggs…there’s only so much that you can do with eggs. The plantains are as good as I’ve had anywhere but the Cuban toast is what set it off. Warm and fluffy, it’s two large slices of bread that felt like they were slid over the grill for a minute rather than in a toaster. It was perfect.

The lady next to me ordered the steak breakfast. She looked like she just came off of a long nursing shift – she ordered a well-deserved mimosa. From the looks of it, all sorts of people eat at Victor’s. An old couple wandered in; looking wildly confused and skeptic. Two regulars were greeted by name. A foursome of college kids. Several individuals like myself and the nurse who just wanted something delicious to start/end their day.

After it was all said and done, I asked if I could sign my name net to Guy Fieri’s. The servers were appreciative that I asked and obliged me saying, “Once you’re article is famous we can claim both of you!”. There’s a good chance I talked up this ‘food blog’ a little more than it’s worth but hey, no harm no foul. And give Guy some credit, I can’t describe Victor’s any better than he did…”Off da hook Cuban food!”

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They serve beer and wine too!

They serve beer and wine too!

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If you're not paying attention, you'll drive right by this place!

If you’re not paying attention, you’ll drive right by this place!

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Cuban Scrambler - three scrambled eggs, black beans, fried plantains and cuban toast with guava jam,

Cuban Scrambler – three scrambled eggs, black beans, fried plantains and cuban toast with guava jam,

Pretty much every inch of this place has been Sharpie'd over!

Pretty much every inch of this place has been Sharpie’d over!

Craft coffee at Victor's

Craft coffee at Victor’s

Culinary Tour of Minnesota – Vietnam

A friend told me recently I need to focus my career goals on something that I am passionate about. I agree entirely. I want to live a life of purpose and meaning – where I wake up everyday excited to get to work. Only problem is…I don’t know what that passion is yet.

That’s not to say that I’m not passionate about things, because I am. I just don’t know which passion I should try to turn into a career. So in the spirit of making a choice rather than being scared into indecisiveness, I’m going to spend my upcoming months doing something that I love…eating.

That’s right folks, it’s time to do what I do best; shove food in my face. But not just any food. My goal over the next however-many months in the Twin Cities is to eat food from as many different cultures/countries as possible and tell you about it. I’ve noticed that Minneapolis/St. Paul has an above-average amount of international influence – especially in the culinary scene – and I want to try it all. I don’t have any formula or general gameplan to speak of as to how I’m going to attack this daunting task other than to eat. A lot. But if you know me…I think I can handle it.

So without further ado, here we go.

VIETNAM

Vietnam is first on the list simply because it was on my way home from work today. I stopped for a late lunch at Lotus to Go Go – the takeout spot so nice, they named it twice. Even at 2:15 p.m. the place was busy. Located in a small shopping lot on the corner of LaSalle Ave. and Grant St. in downtown Minneapolis/Loring Park – Lotus isn’t somewhere you’d drive by and think, “Oh honey, that place looks cute, let’s try that.” Quite on the contrary, it sits alongside a liquor store, a gas station and some oddball apparel shops. I don’t know what it is about Asian restaurants attached to gas stations but I’ve never been disappointed by one in my life. (If you ate at Shangrila Asian Bistro in East Cobb before it shut down, you know what I’m talking about.) There’s little to no parking to speak of and there’s a good chance you’ll have to ward off (or give in to) some beggars before you get inside. But once you do – you’ve made it.

Serving up authentic Vietnamese dishes like Com Ga, Bahn Mi and Pho alongside fan favorites like Pad Thai, Kung Pao Chicken, Lo Mein and the likes – Lotus offers a real Vietnamese cuisine as well as some flair on many traditionally Chinese dishes. I went for the Com Tam – grilled pork over rice with an egg (?), lettuce, cucumbers and pickled daikon & carrots.

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The pork was seasoned with something on the sweet side and it was delicious. I’m not even going to try to act like I know Food Networks phrases to talk it up – all I know is that it was awesome. Best part was the $9.99 price tag for a filling meal. If there’s one thing I know know, it’s that I’ll be back to Lotus to Go Go.

2016 Ryder Cup: Pictures from Day 1, Hole by Hole Layout and How the Scoring Works

 

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I was explaining the Ryder Cup to Natalie and I realized a couple of things: 1) it’s kind of difficult to explain and 2) it’s the whitest sport ever. It’s like the Olympics for golf, but it happens every two years, it’s only the US and Europe and this year it is played in Minnesota…so many white people.

I was fortunate enough to land tickets for Tuesday’s practice round, and I’d like to think I took full advantage of my day. But before I show you the gorgeous landscape that is Hazeltine National Golf Club (Chaska, MN), here’s a simpleton’s version of how the tournament is played and scored:

2 teams. United States. Europe. 12 players per team.

United States roster:

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European roster:

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Captains (Davis Love III & Darren Clarke):

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3 days. Friday. Saturday Sunday. Friday and Saturday are team play days, Sunday is single matches.

Friday and Saturday contain two separate formats: fourballs and foursomes. There are four tee times for each format with two players per tee time, so eight players from each side will play in fourballs and eight players from each side will play in foursomes on both Friday and Saturday. If you’re keeping up with your headmath you have realized that there are more matches to be played on Friday and Saturday than there are golfers. Good job. Some players will play 36 holes on either Friday or Saturday (or even both).

Fourballs: Each player hits his own shot and plays a regular round of golf (relatively speaking). There are four balls in play on every hole. Whichever player scores the lowest score on the hole wins one point for his team. Whoever has more points after 18 holes wins, or if one team builds an insurmountable lead (they win the first 10 holes, making it impossible for the other team to come back) then that team wins automatically. If Dustin Johnson scores a 10 on a hole, but his playing partner Jordan Spieth birdies – then Dustin’s score doesn’t matter. No matter how bad it is. Jordan wins the hole (given the European’s don’t score better) for Team USA. If the best scores for each team are the same on a hole, each team gets a 1/2 point for that hole.

Foursomes: This is alternate shot. This means if you and I are on a team, I hit a shot, then you hit a shot, then I hit a shot, then you hit a shot…until we hole out. Whichever team has the lowest score for the hole gets one point for that hole. Whichever team has more points after 18 holes wins.

Each of the above matches are worth one point total.

Sunday: Singles matches. The showdown. Good ole’ fashioned golf. Me vs. you. Whichever golfer wins, gets one point for his team. Each golfer plays on this day, so there are a total of 12 matches.

Still keeping up with the algebra? There are 28 matches total. The first team to reach 14 1/2 points total wins. If the Ryder Cup finishes at 14-14, then the defending champs keep the Ryder Cup (in this case, Europe). So USA needs 14.5 points to win the 2016 Ryder Cup.

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Here’s the hole-by-hole photo gallery that I took earlier this morning:

Hole #1 – Par 4, 490 yards

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View from #1 grandstand

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Hole #2 – Par 4, 431 yards

View from behind the green

View from behind the green

Hole #3 – Par 5, 633 yards

This hole is a beast. I had four or five photos for this hole, but only one could make the cut.

This hole is a beast. I had four or five photos for this hole, but only one could make the cut.

Hole #4 – Par 3, 210 yards

Hole #5 – Par 4, 448 yards

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Hole #6 – Par 4, 405 yards

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Hole #7 – Par 5, 572 yards (*disclaimer: this is THE hole at Hazeltine. So it deserves much more than one picture)

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#7 is paper thin and a slight dogleg right. 9/10 of my tee shots would be in the lake.

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Hole #8 – Par 3, 176 yards

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Hole #9 – Par 4, 432 yards

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Hole #10 – Par 4, 452 yards

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This picture is taken from the landing zone at the top of the hill. Sketchy 130+ yard approach shot onto a small green.

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Hole #11 – Par 5, 606 yards

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Another monster par 5. This myriad of sand traps protecting the front of the green almost guarantees no one can make it in two. Almost…(looking at you DJ)

Hole #12 – Par 4, 518 yards

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There’s a green behind there somewhere.

Hole #13 – Par 3, 248 yards

I forgot to take a picture of 13, so let’s just treat it like hotel elevators treat the 13th floor and act like it doesn’t really exist.

Hole #14 – Par 4, 352 yards

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Hole #15 – Par 5, 642 yards

These par 5's aren't even fair.

These par 5’s aren’t even fair.

Hole #16 – Par 4, 402 yards

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Hole #17 – Par 3, 182 yards
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Hole #18 – Par 4, 475 yards

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My Trip into the Gateway Arch

I had two days off last week and this girl I know had a hotel for the night in St. Louis, so I hopped on a flight and became a tourist for the day. My main reason for going was to hopefully bump into Nelly, but also I’ve never been to St. Louis so I was excited to see what it was like.

Anyways, picture the most touristy things a human can do in one day and I did them. We went to the Botanical Gardens, we went to the zoo and we went to the Gateway Arch – the crown jewel of St. Louis’ landmarks. All that was missing was my fannypack and dad jeans.

I probably should back up, I have kind of been to St. Louis. On our way to Frontier Ranch in Colorado for a Younglife trip in high school, we drove through STL. I vividly remember being half awake, lying on the gum-riddled floor of a greyhound bus as the sun was rising when we were passing through. Our Younglife leader, Phil, calls back, “Hey we’re passing the Arch if anyone is up.” As tough as it was to leave my Tempur-pedic spot on the floor I decided I’d check it out. I was the only one awake other than Phil. We passed it on the highway, the sun was just coming up and the sky was orange and red and it was a picture-perfect scene. All I can remember thinking is, “Damn, should’ve kept sleeping.”

Honestly, I don’t mean to be rude but I remember thinking okay cool, there it is. That’s definitely an arch.

But actually having the chance to be on the ground floor and experience this thing for real was special. It is MASSIVE. 630 feet high, taller than the Statue of Liberty. Once we decided to actually go up in it, I got even more excited. Think about how far you can see from up there! I started to feel bad for my lackluster opinion of it beforehand.

So we bought our ticket ($13, fair price) and stood in line. I’m on the tips of my toes trying to see over everyone, curious as to what type of contraption is going to take us to the top of this parabola. As we got the tickets, the asked if we had any issue with claustrophobia, we said no. I figured it was just a necessary warning, kind of like the ‘WARNING: Gas is flammable’ label on gas pumps. So we stand in groups of five in front of elevator-type doors to get into our ‘tram’. Now, when I tell you this tram was the size of a large softball I’m talking about maximum two humans should’ve been allowed in this thing. They’ve crammed five of us in there and I’m sitting with my knees in my face and my feet in Natalie’s lap with three strangers like we’re huddling for warmth in the winter. Five people my ass.

But whatever, to be expected I guess.

When we reach the top, I get out of our Yeti cooler and ascend the flight of stairs to the viewing area. The first thing I notice once I’m there isn’t the astounding architecture or the panoramic views – it’s the smell. The top of the Gateway Arch smells like a middle school locker room. It smells like ComicCon walked around all day trying to catch ’em all and then wrung out their underwear into a two-week old hamper. It’s a small area with a lot of people, there’s bound to be an odor – I get it. If you’ve read my last blog post, you know that I’ll sweat if I chew too hard so I understand body odor, really. Again, to be expected.

Once my nostrils get over the offense, I regain my excitement to look over historic St. Louis and the Mighty Mississippi River. Just one problem, the viewing windows are the size of your rear view mirror. It’s like trying to see the skyline of a major city in your rear-view mirror in your car. And another problem, there’s nothing to see. I mean yeah there’s the river, but I can see the whole thing from the ground. At least there was downtown St. Louis? I guess?

We look out one side, send some snapchats. Look out the other side, send some snapchats. 90 seconds in, we look at each other, “Ok, ready to go back down?”

If you’re a St. Louis person, I’m sorry I’m really not trying to dog on y’all. The Botanical Garden was magnificent and your zoo was the best zoo I’ve ever seen with truly enlightening exhibits. But your Arch sucks, I’m sorry.

 

 

 

Thoughts on life after 3 months of attending flights

After finishing up roughly 3 months of being a flight attendant, I’ve realized a few things:

  1. With a schedule like this, the only way to survive is to eat when you’re hungry, sleep when you’re tired, and make the most of a Tuesday afternoon when you’re off and everyone else is working.
  2. People from all over the world are pretty fantastic (excluding the occasional person who uses me as their verbal punching bag while squeezed in a middle seat on a plane). Just because someone doesn’t look like you or speak your language, does not mean they should be discounted or brushed off. Put yourself in their shoes and treat them with the utmost respect just as you would want to be treated.
  3. Pictures can’t justify our world’s beauty; although I still manage to take at least 50 per layover, there’s just nothing quite like experiencing it in person.
  4. You never know what kind of day someone is having. Planes transport people to weddings and celebrations or to funerals and life changing doctor visits. Random acts of kindness, a genuine smile and a few sweet words can go a long way and have a lasting impact on a human being.

With all of the negative things happening in this world, sometimes it’s scary to travel. My family worries about me and all I can do is reassure them that I will be safe and smart.  One of the recent shootings that just happened was in the city I live in. But you can’t live in a box. Getting out of your comfort zone and exploring a new city or a new country is gratifying, exhilarating, and changes your perspective on how you view everyday life.

Being across the country from my close friends and family is hard but has also taught me to grow up and learn a lot. I am at the happiest in my life right now because having some solitude has made me focus on the important things in life. Be positive and warm to those around you- you don’t know what path of life they are on. Enjoy the warmth of the summer air on your skin or the salty ocean breeze when possible. Take care of your mind and body and be conscious of what you’re putting into it. Cherish the little things- like coming home to a clean house, a home cooked meal, or a movie day during a thunderstorm. Give compliments to people and they will come back around when you need a pick-me-up. Put an effort towards your relationships with people and don’t take anyone for granted, you never know when they could be gone.

While working for a major airline and traveling somewhere new every week sounds totally glamorous, its not all of the time. The hours are hard on your body, the days are long, and you never know how hard it is to pull out a smile until you’ve been flying across the country and back overnight for 12 hours with delays and unhappy people. But one thing I try to always remember, is to never get complacent; with my job and being responsible for the safety of so many; with days off and wanting to sleep all day when I know I shouldn’t but sometimes you just need to. And most of all- with the love and people I have in my life. Stay on your toes and sensitive to the people who emotionally give to you, and be ready to return that when they need it.

Much Love.

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London, England

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San Juan, Puerto Rico

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Chicago, IL

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Stillwater, MN

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Phoenix, AZ

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Nassau, Bahamas

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Paris, France

Minnesota Curb Appeal

So we don’t really know a lot of people yet, which means we walk around town on our own a lot. Which is great when there are all of these awesome houses around downtown Minneapolis to photograph! There’s not really a grand end game involved here, we just thought we’d share pictures of beautiful homes that we see on our walks!

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