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Remember, this too shall pass…I promise

Hi, My loves,

I hope this new blog post finds you all safe and healthy.  Oh, what a time to be alive, right?  Who would have thought?  ♥

So, recently I’ve been at my wits end trying to figure out how else to fill my time these days.  Some days I am really good at it and others not so much.  Some days I am up and at it, early, tackling every task on my list.  And other days, I just lay on couch and watch endless hours of TV, and eat, and nap.

This week was a struggle trying to think about what I wanted to write because quite frankly I am a little tired of addressing COVID19.  There are so many conflicting news reports that I am just tired. And it seems at this moment, that this is going to be the rest of our lives. Right?

The other day I decided to purge one more bin of paperwork, as if I haven’t purged enough and I found a bin full of journals and essays and writings going back about 20 years ago.   Crazy right?

I started to read through some of it and I came across something I wanted to share with you that I wrote during a pretty low time in my life.   I know am not alone when I tell you that as a teen and young adult, I struggled with depression.  It followed me into my adulthood, but it wasn’t something I really knew how to articulate.  It wasn’t something that was spoken about or even understood.  But I have spent years going to therapy on and off to deal with general life issues.  drepession1

Anyway, I was at a really low point in my life when I wrote this.  I was feeling restless as you will read after having reunited with my husband after a three-year separation.  I was confused and had this overwhelming sense of feeling like I just didn’t belong in the life I was living.

It didn’t have a title, so I am just going to share with you….

“I don’t know how I got to this – sitting in a motel that fits the perfect description of “seedy”.  Come to think of it seedy might be too good of a word considering the dingy, faded yellow brocade comforter, the veneer TV stand that reminded me of something in my mother’s house growing up, and the carpet that had the ever so slight smell of mold mixed with disinfectant.  I keep picturing an undercover operation and narcs busting through the door and me getting arrested for prostitution just because I am here.  It’s that sort of place.  But in my sadness and desperation to just get away, I just drove and drove and I ended up here. Tears in eyes, a heaviness in my chest and pen in hand.

I keep trying to retrace my steps – you know, how I ended up here, at this point in my life.  How did I end up in this place, this motel, this sadness, this drunkenness, this dark hole that is threatening to swallow me whole? 

I mean not too long ago I was living my life – the day to day mundane – going through the motions; being a wife, a mom, working and going to school.  Hosting get togethers, writing research papers, cleaning and cooking and putting on a happy face.  It was a routine that was all too familiar, so familiar, I could probably get through my days with my eyes closed.  At times complacent, at other times overwhelming, but always routine.

I knew what to expect, all day every day.  Speak when spoken to, pay bills, clean up when needed, have sex at least once a week, show the right amount of affection and reaction to not let on that I was barely awake.  When I went out in public, I smiled and showed enough interest to keep the speaker talking about what I thought was an endless list of nothing. And tried really hard not to let the sadness, the depression take over me. lizgilbert1

At night, when everything gets quiet and all I hear is the sound of the cars driving by, I lay there and think about my life and try to thank God for everything I have, my children, my loving family, my health and home, food and clothing -you know all the things I am supposed to be grateful for. 

But once in a while in the midst of all those jumbled thoughts, in those quiet seconds in between wakefulness and drifting off to sleep, I’d make a wish.  I’d wish that maybe tomorrow I’d wake up in somebody else’s shoes.  I’d wish that maybe tomorrow I couldn’t carry the burden of so many people’s happiness.  I’d wish that maybe tomorrow I wouldn’t wake up.   I’d lay there with my eyes tightly closed. 

When I went back to school, I swore it was to get an education, you know, so I could be a role model for my girls.  I sacrificed many nights with my kids, school activities, or just down time at home.  And though I loved school, I sometimes think, that I don’t know, subconsciously I used it as an escape from my everyday life.  My escape from a life that at that moment didn’t feel like it quite fit; an escape at a time that I wasn’t even sure what I was escaping.  It’s funny I never realized how our psyche knows just what we need when we need it. 

My husband and I have been back together for five years now after a brief separation.  Five years ago, it seemed the right thing to do.  Get back together and raise our kids. Yet tonight I am not so sure.  Again. Somewhere along the way the reasons I fought so hard for, to get my marriage back, became blurry, not so clear, other people’s reasons, not mine.  Making my mother and in laws happy.  My daughter’s happy.  But I feel suffocated and I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here writing, I wonder how many other women feel this way.  Feel as if all the choices they’ve made weren’t really for themselves. Feel guilty for changing their minds, not feeling the same.  Feel as if they are living a double life? You know the type – on the outside we seem to be leading a perfect life; happily married with great kids, a beautiful home and fulfilling career. 

Sometimes I look at my married friends and wonder, “Are they as happy as they seem?”  “Is this what they envisioned for themselves when they were little?”  “Is this what they daydreamed about; being married with kids with a white picket fence?”

I think it’s funny because for a long time I thought that was a Latina thing, you know, being raised to believe that marriage was the end all be all.  But, as I expanded my circle of friends, I realized that most, if not all little girls are brought up to want the “happily ever after” back then.  It seemed that even if we achieved everything – a house, a great career, nice car – if we didn’t have a man, well there was just something wrong with us.

I mean that’s the way it was with me, even though mom raised me on her own and sent all these implicit messages about being strong and independent, she still made sure to plug in there, as often as possible, that without a man I wasn’t enough.  In not those exact words.  But you know what I mean.

Even though she did it on her own.  Immigrated to a new country, woke at the crack of dawn to commute to work, sometimes worked two jobs, and sometimes brought work home from one of those to finish.  She purchased her own home, her own car, we always had what we needed and wanted. And STILL, she kept insisting and instilling in me to be a good woman so I could get a good man.  (Insert thinking emoji here).

Why didn’t she find a man? I mean why did she choose to struggle on her own?  Struggle she did.

Here I am writing this, feeling guilty because I don’t think I want the husband or white picket fence anymore. I feel overwhelmed and scared. I feel antsy.  I know my mother only wants what’s best for me, as all mothers want for their kids.

But how could she teach me all those lessons about independence and being in control, taking care of myself, and not giving in to a man’s demands and yet make me feel that if I walk away, I won’t be enough.

And now I feel this restlessness, this agitation tugging at my insides, this  restlessnessrebellion.  I hate the fact that I don’t feel satisfied with what my mother said would be enough.  Or that I have what so many other women wish for. I mean what more can I ASK FOR?  I scream this out loud forgetting I am in this motel room.

I don’t know how I ended up in this dingy, seedy motel room, but I know that for now I need to go home, and be a wife, a mother, a caretaker. 

I don’t know how long these feelings will last or if I will just give into this oppressive heaviness in my heart.  But I do need to go home.  And tomorrow…well…who knows what will happen tomorrow.  Like God tells Liz Gilbert in Eat, Pray, Love, “Go to sleep, Liz.  Go to sleep.”

After reading this, I started to reflect on how back when I wrote this piece, I never thought, those feelings would pass.  I never thought life would get better.  I never thought I would feel better.  I remember feelings of complete and utter helplessness.

I eventually did get divorced even though he was a great guy.  We co parented our girls, who are adults themselves now with lives of their own.  I went to therapy.  Still go to therapy, because at times I feel that overwhelming sense of sadness, for other reasons in my life.  I was in a couple other relationships after that, built a great circle of friends, worked in a career for years.

What I learned after reading this is that all things pass.  Time is the one sure thing that is guaranteed to keep going.  And though way back then sitting in that dingy motel room, I couldn’t see past that moment, fifteen years later here I am.  Lots of questions answered, some still linger, but I am still here.  Wiser and older.

For all those of you everywhere who get “stuck”, depressed, sad, overwhelmed, remember with the right support, this too shall pass.

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Stay safe and healthy!

LolaUncorked♥

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A little nip here…a little tuck there…some things I learned after my surgery abroad…

Hi my Loves!

I hope that January wrapped up nicely for you all!   Even though it did feel like the longest January ever.

I’ve been wanting to talk a little nip/tuck for some time and finally decided to sit and share my story.

Five years ago I had a terrible break up.  I got dumped.   Like seriously, me?!? LOL! Just kidding.  Even though it was an unhealthy relationship and I knew everything that was wrong with it, I was distraught when it ended and even more distraught when I found out she was younger, not cuter, just younger and fit.  SOOOO, as we do, many women, we start comparing and thinking about all the things we could have done or been to keep the man.

So I decided to get a little nip/tuck.  My implants were over 15 years old and needed be replaced/lifted and figured there was no time like that time to get it done.

After some research, I chose Dr. Carlos Jimenez in DR, mostly because he is a close family friend of my sister in law, he served as a doctor for the U.S. military, and he did NOT have a huge presence, or any presence on IG unlike many that are found on social media.

After having a phone conversation, I sent him photos of myself and while consulting with Dr. Jimenez via Whatsapp, I also decided to have a little back fat removed and a little liposuction in my abdomen. See photos.

Dr. Jimenez suggested a tummy tuck, but #1 I didn’t think I needed it (exercise would have worked), #2 I didn’t want that huge scar and #3 I didn’t want to be away from home longer than I needed to be.  I get very antsy and anxious when I am away from my kids for too long (even though they are grown asses!) LOL!!!

My friends suggested I make my ass bigger by adding some of the fat I removed from my back and waist to my butt, but honestly I just kept thinking that’s like adding future cellulite to work off!! LOL!!! In the end I didn’t need to because once he removed the back fat, I looked like I had snatched my waist making my butt look rounder and perkier!  Winning!

As with any surgery, whether here or abroad, we should always be informed and do our research.  Talk to other people who have had the same procedure.  Consult with several if not many doctors.  Don’t be fooled by what you see on social media.  I know a few people who went to some really popular surgeons, paid exorbitant prices only to end up really disappointed with the results.

Anyway I wanted to write this blog to talk about my experience, things I regret, information I gained after the fact that would have supported my healing and just some tips and suggestions for those of you considering any type of plastic surgery.

Now you guys know I love disclaimers so here goes:

Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional (clearly) and everything included in this post is based on my own personal experience.  Everyone is going to have a different experience, but hopefully you may pick up a tip or two that can support you on your plastic surgery journey.

In preparation for surgery, some of the work included getting a physical and some bloodwork here, no drinking and no smoking for a month prior.  I started gym a few times a week and also tried to do some clean eating.

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Before my surgery.  Notice the boob on the right?  That implant had deflated and was halfway under my armpit. I also always thought my hip “balls” were too large for my body, so Dr. Jimenez sucked a little fat out of there to make it more proportionate.

I arrived on a Wednesday and met Dr. Jimenez on Thursday.  He conducted more blood work and early Friday I was given the go ahead.  At the clinic, Dr. Jimenez took his little black marker out.  He again suggested the tummy tuck, I opted against it ( something I later regret, keep reading).  We also decided to take out a little fat from the outside and inside of my thighs (which I love!!!)

I was prepped for surgery and taken in.  I just want to say that Dr. Jimenez and his staff were so lovely and caring. And man can we just talk about anesthesia??? O M G!  I love that shit. LOL.

Anyway, after the surgery, I was nicely bound in a post operative compression garment and/or “faja” and released from the clinic the next day to a recovery house.

This “faja” was really difficult to get on because I was so swollen and it was XS.  It took two nurses and a wonderful girl who I became friends with (who was accompanying her friend for surgery) to get me into this chamber of torture.  Terrible and painful.  It did make me feel secure, like it was holding everything in place.  However, my first night in the recovery house my legs swelled from mid-thigh down.  A LOT!! I was really concerned and reached out to the doctor.  He made me go back the next day and gave me one a size bigger. 

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Chamber of Torture. It took three people to get me into this thing before leaving the clinic. Ouch!

In the recovery house, they took wonderful care of me cooking healthy meals, making natural juices (diuretics), and helping me in and out of bed. I stayed at the recovery house for a few days then went to stay with family.

Once there I immediately started my lymphatic massages.  Can we talk about these massages?  OMG!  Hurt like hell.  I definitely have a high tolerance for pain.  The strangest thing about the massages, though, is that even though they hurt like HELL, there is almost a relief in the pain. If that makes sense.  My masseuse was also amazing.  She came to me everyday for the next 8 days.  Soon it was time to fly home.

Dr. Jimenez wanted me to stay three weeks.  I stayed for two.  Definitely not enough.  The air pressure on the airplane made me retain so much liquid.  I had compression socks on and walked up and down aircraft several times but still.  By the time I landed I looked like I had gained 20 lbs.  Wish I had a picture.

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Before coming home. Nice and flat, waist snatched. 

The day after I got home, I noticed that I had a pocket of liquid in my lower abdomen. Like you could actually see the liquid moving around in the lower part of my abdomen.  Definitely, did not have this in DR and I believe it was as a result of two things –  the extra skin I did not remove via a tummy tuck and the fluid build up from flight home.  These pockets are sometimes called “seroma”.  Follow this link for some basic information on seromas.

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It took me a while to figure out how to edit these photos. LOL!

https://drmosser.com/prevent-seroma-formation-plastic-surgery/  

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Pocket of fluid

I didn’t stress it too much and immediately started my lymphatic massages and had my best friend who is a nurse drain the fluid with a syringe daily.   I did two more sessions of ten massages at different spas. But I ended up developing fibrosis after liposuction. Here’s another link to some information.

https://ariamedtour.com/blogs/lumps-after-liposuction/

I tried waist trainers, exercises and creams to make the skin on my stomach look and feel less lumpy.  I rarely wear a bikinis anymore because I am self conscious about it.  The skin feels tight. 

Disclaimer: I do not blame Dr. Jimenez for the results of my stomach lipo.    I blame it on lack of information on my part.   My back,  thighs, and waist look amazing.  I will definitely go back to correct hopefully.  I should have gone with the tummy tuck.  But we live and learn for sure.

Now let’s talk about my boobies!!!  THEY are A-mazing!!!  He outdid himself.  Scarring is minimal.  Great lift and cleavage.

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Look at these babies!

In wrapping up  this post here are some tips (that might work for you or not):

  1. DO YOUR RESEARCH please.  Ask tons of questions. Not only about the doctor and/or country, but also about your skin and how you heal.  I come from bad skin LOL dry, little elasticity, older, so this also may have had something to do with my healing process.
  2. When you initially have surgery I suggest a “faja” that fits comfortably until your skin and tissues start healing.  My thought for this is that I was squeezed into this XS faja with all this raw healing tissue inside and my body started to take on the creases from wearing it so tight.  I developed a seroma and fibrosis after my surgery.
  3. I believe you can drink too many fluids.  I know it’s recommended but I definitely feel I drank too many liquids hence I started retaining liquid.

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    This is the amount being drained in the first few days home.
  4. You should not be getting laser infrared treatments initially.  Why? Your skin tissue is raw and basically the laser cooks those tissues under there.  Results? Hardening, lumpiness.  I should have stuck to the lymphatic massages until everything was smoothed out.  (This came from a surgeon I visited for a post up consult here.) And please share your thoughts about this.  I’ve tried several treatments for the fibrosis to no avail.  Insert sad face here.
  5. If you’re having surgery abroad especially liposuction, plan to stay minimum 3 weeks.
  6. If you’re not happy with your results contact your doctor as soon as possible.  This is easier if you have your surgery here,  but nonetheless I feel that maybe had I contacted Dr. Jimenez sooner perhaps I could have gotten it corrected.  Wah! Wah!

Okay I am done.  Like I said before everyone’s experience is different and you may completely disagree with what’s in this blog, BUT this was my experience.  And even though I am not 100% happy with results my only regret was not having a full on tummy tuck, but again I didn’t want to stay longer.  AND I kind of like my belly button! LOL!

Thanks for stopping by! Don’t forget to like, comment, follow and share!

Here are a few more pics!

LolaUncorked♥

 

 

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What an a-Maine-zing trip should look like….

Hi My Loves∼

Back from my road trip to Maine and let me tell you I am exhausted! To say the least.  I have never laughed so hard (IN MY LIFE) as I did on this road trip.

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On the road

Now remember I am the person who told you to go travel solo because of the spiritual experience that could be.  (Check out my blog post on that).  But on the flip side,  if you get the right mix of travelers, a trip with friends can be just as rewarding and quite therapeutic.

Just imagine five of us in a Land Rover on the road behaving like we were teenagers.  What a blast!!  Even some road trip karaoke went down.

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Our AirBnB

 

Our Airbnb was cute, charming and quaint.   Carolyn, our host greeted us, gave us a quick tour, and stocked our fridge with some local beer and wine.

She also gave us a very clear warning to not make a right out of the Airbnb when exploring (there is a homeless shelter surrounded by addicts and beggars). Clearly she didn’t know we are from P-town!

First thing we did the next morning – Make a Right!  Thanks to our tour guide Carol. LOL.

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The beginning of the end…. LOL (L to R – Anita, Me, Mio, Carol… my besties minus one)

 

We spent most of Saturday exploring downtown or Old Port.  Our first stop though was a neighborhood bar called “Fore Play”.  Yes! “Fore Play”.  Here we met an amazing bartender named…. I can’t remember….and some locals who embraced us and $1 jello shots…the beginning of the end.

With a little buzz we headed for a walk, laughing, talking over each other, and fighting about where to eat.

I am not going to go into all the gory details but I will list the spots we visited which were a hit for us.

  1. Fore Play Sports Bar – $1 jello shots.
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    Calling for help after one too many jello shots at Fore Play!
  2. High Roller Lobster Company – this place had a Johnny Rockets feel, good grub and an extensive selection of beer. Yum! www.highrollerlobster.com. We had some drinks and snacks here because we were really craving a good ole burger.
  3. We headed over to Black Cow Burgers and Fries www.blackcowburgers.com  right down the street. The food in this place was amazing.  I can’t say enough.  And the ambiance was pretty awesome too.  I didn’t say this, but we got really really lucky with the weather as prior to this Anita, our weather woman, kept predicting really cold temperatures and rain.  However look at these pics, nothing but sun for our girl’s trip!
  4. And finally I had my lobster at Jay’s Oyster www.ysoysterportland.com. 
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    Nom. Nom.
  5. volunteered to drive (someone else’s car…LOL) and I wanted lobster from Maine.  Let me tell you the lobster has to be by far the best I’ve had (even better than the one I had in Playa del Carmen some time ago). Yes! and the lobster bisque soup I heard was also pretty tasty.  Everything was delicious.

Now I have a confession for you: By the time we got to Jay’s, we were all pretty lit after all our day drinking so dinner was just a riot.  Seriously.  I have a video of it all, but unfortunately was experiencing technical difficulties uploading.  Sorry.

As our night rounded out we walked to a bar/lounge- but I was pretty done and three of us headed back to our apartment while the other two lit up the town.

Sunday consisted of sleeping in, packing and getting ready to hit the road.  And then we realized it was CINCO DE MAYO!!!!  I think you can see how that went.

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Love me a cobble stone street.

Anyway, why travel in a pack?  I’ve known most of these women for over 20 years, so we could say they are the longest running friendships I have. Clearly we share a lot in common, but we are all so different.  

Jennie is the comedian, like Jim Carey in The Mask funny face comedian.  Anita is a sports mom with 10 bebe’s kids, jk, but comedian too and drives like a maniac!

Carol is in a period rediscovering herself and we are watching as she evolves into this better version of herself.

Mio we found out is a damn cry baby!  This is the chick who is so unbothered by anything and everything I always say she would never die of a heart attack.

And then there’s me, I mean, sensitive, emotional, non-confrontational, upside-twerking-against-a-wall because it’s the only way I know how to do it.

The five of us together = never a dull moment!

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The best friends a girl could ask for!

I know what I learned from this trip is that I love and respect these women and what each of them bring to the table.  I love how each love me unconditionally without judgement.  I love how much we can laugh together and I love how easily I can cry in front of them.  I love our journey as we have become comfortable in our own skin.

I foresee many more road trips ahead.  Many more good times, many more laughs and many more cries and many more adventures.  I wish you all a friendship like this.

Next road trip—————–> Stay tuned!

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See you on the road.

Thank you for stopping by!

LolaUncorked ♥

 

 

 

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Cabos was everything…..

Happy Friday My Loves ∼

(Note: This blog was started last Friday but was having difficult time deciding which pics to edit and post so it’s a little late, but still cloudy! And Maine already happened – that blog next!  Enjoy!!)

So I just wanted to jump on here real quick to talk about my most recent trip to Cabo!  I figured why not today as I sit under these cloudy skies.

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Travel ready!

Cabo San Lucas was everything!  I mean I think any place I travel to is everything, but I have to say that I really loved Cabo San Lucas.

After a slight glitch in plans and three alarms not going off, missed flight, I made it to Cabo.  My travel partner was already there waiting for me since she was smart and went to bed early and made it to airport on time.

I don’t know.  I just love breaking night when traveling!  It’s like I am a kid on Christmas Eve.

Anyway, the benefit of missing the flight? They put me on a direct one rather than the original connecting flight.  Also, because it was delayed, they gave me free wine.  Who could ask for anything more?!?! Right.

The downside of missing original flight? I missed my shuttle to the hotel. When I arrived in Cabo, solo, at night with no shuttle I was a little nervous.  Luckily, they had a shared shuttle which I took for $17 without too many stops.

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The quiet pool

We stayed at the Riu Hotel Palace Cabo San Lucas www.riu.com. We began our booking through  www.travelzoo.com but our package ultimately was a deal on www.vacationexpress.com.   I have to say I was skeptical because we got such a great deal (I thought) and kept waiting for some hidden fees.  But it was kosher – we paid approximately $1000 per person for airfare, hotel (all inclusive) and transfers from and to the airport.

I chose the Riu because I’ve stayed in their hotel in Puerto Plata.  I have to say though that the Riu in Cabo was above and beyond my expectations.

The hotel houses over 600 rooms, spa, fitness center, Mexican, Japanese and Indian cuisine, incredible buffets, steakhouse and grill by the pool. Oh! and in case you’re wondering the hotel has seven bars.  Winning!!!

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Swim up bar and infinity pool! Just lovely! PC|www.riu.com

This hotel was huge and we spent a lot of time walking, like I literally lost 6 pounds even with all the drinking, eating and lazying around.

There were a few downsides to my trip:

  1. This is their winter so the mornings and evenings were pretty cool.  I’d recommend some light sweaters.  Once the sun got going we were good.  Their warmer months are from July to October.
  2. It was spring break. Need I say more?? Unfortunately it was the best package we could find, so we did have to deal with them for a couple days.  The great thing is that this hotel is so immense that there were various pools and swim up bars to get away from them all.  We did that on our
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    This was the hotel sports bar….terrible! LOL

    second day and decided to hang by the “quiet” pool- way too quiet. LOL!

  3. The sports bar – UGH! Because I arrived late I had to go to the sports bar to get a “snack”. Snack meaning chips and cheese sauce and hot dogs.  First of all, this place did not even look like a bar. Super well lit! Huge open space! Lots of teeny boppers.  Felt more like a run down arcade.  Hated it!

The food was great, the daily buffets pretty expansive and generous.  Facilities were clean and our room was always serviced nice and early.  Nothing like coming back to your room for a midday siesta and having it still be in a shambles.  Eek!

We took a ride into town to do some shopping and drinking and ended up at the cutest

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Bar Kruda 101

watering hole Bar Kruda 101 where Miguel whipped up some delicious libations and then back at night to do a little partying.  Such a different feel from Cancun.  I loved it.  It just felt less hectic, but still lots of fun.

 

My favorite part of my visit were the landscapes.  Every morning I would head to pool early and just breathe in the beach with the mountains as a backdrop! Breathtaking!!

Overall, I would definitely recommend a visit to Cabo San Lucas and definitely check out the Riu Hotel Palace. It was definitely worth the trip and the second of my trips in my 50s!

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We were done and ready to come home!

Bucket list item √√√

Next stop ——————–> Maine! Road Trip with the girls for some lobster! Stay tuned.

Thanks for stopping by!

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Look at this mountains!!!

LolaUncorked♥

 

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50 Things I Want To Do In My 50s

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So as you all know I am turning 50 in about a week.  That’s a big one. It actually seems surreal.

You know how people often say, “Oh you don’t look like you’re 30, 40 or 50!” Like what exactly does any age look like? I am not sure what 50 should look or feel like.  I guess it feels exactly how I feel right now.

And I feel pretty awesome.  In a great place.  I love my job.  I have an amazing family.  A nice circle of friends.  I have health most importantly, but I feel like, and maybe some of you guy feel same- I feel like there are so many things I haven’t done. So I have compiled a list of things I want to do this year, experiences I want to have, places I want to go.

I’ve been really thinking about things I’ve always wanted to do and have not done yet. So in commemoration of my blogs one year anniversary – here is my list of  50 things I want to do in my 50s. (And these are not in any particular order of importance.)

  1. Do more yoga. Like aside from the physical I would like to know yoga with my yogaspirit.
  2. Go to Maine and eat lobster.
  3. Move to a nicer, bigger place. Maybe even become a homeowner.
  4. Skydive, though I don’t know if I’ll actually do it.
  5. Go to Europe, I’ve never been.
  6. Blog more.  At least once a week. Really grow my blog and hopefully do some influencing.
  7. Write. Start writing that book. About what? I’m not sure yet.
  8. Probably take some writing lessons in order to write that book.
  9. Run a marathon.
  10. Sell at least 5 homes this year.
  11. Go visit Graceland. I am a huge Elvis fan.
  12. Become debt free.
  13. Go on a family vacation with my girls and grandkids – something as simple as the shore.
  14. Volunteer more.
  15. Take a road trip cross country.
  16. Meditate more.
  17. Create a meditating space at home.
  18. Find a Buddhist temple near me and engage in some learning.
  19. Read more books- hard copies!
  20. Spend more time with my mom. Create some kind of a tradition/ritual with her.
  21. Journal EVERYDAY.
  22. Write a letter to Oprah. Don’t ask. Hopefully get a response.

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    Self-care is most important in my 50s.
  23. More self-care things like monthly massages and/or facials.
  24. Grow my hair and possibly let it gray naturally.
  25. Declutter. Really live minimally.
  26. See my dad more often.
  27. Learn some basic photography.
  28. Start a Vlog
  29. Send birthday cards to people instead of a social media post.
  30. Work out at least 5 times a week
  31. Move away from Facebook.
  32. Speak more Spanish to my grandbabies.
  33. Maybe learn another language – I love Portuguese, BUT I know some Italian, sooo maybe.
  34. Apply to be on a game show – I’ve done this several times (never made it) – the freaking application for Wheel of Fortune is insane.
  35. Play in the rain/mud.
  36. Spend more time down the shore
  37. Live a healthier lifestyle overall
  38. Learn how to swim finally!
  39. Quit drinking alcohol.
  40. Go parasailing.
  41. Take tango lessons.
  42. Create a daily practice of journaling, meditating, exercising, and eating healthy.
  43. Be kinder to people – smile more (guilty of RBF). LOL!
  44. Build my family tree (I did my DNA and it was sooo interesting).
  45. Go ziplining again – IT was amazing.
  46. Visit an ashram.
  47. Visit more bookstores.
  48. Celebrate NYE on an island somewhere.

Isn’t this list amazing?  Now listen, clearly I can’t do all of this in ONE year, but you best believe I am starting.

I will reflect on this list throughout this year and make sure I am making moves to check off these 50 items off my bucket list in my 50s.

What’s on your list of things to do?  You don’t have to wait until your 30, 40 or 50 to start your list and to start checking off those things that stir your soul.

Life is so short and in my almost 50 years, I’ve seen how quickly a life is snuffed out whether to disease or accident.  I have been blessed thus far and I’ve done a lot, but there is more I want to do and plan to do!

Someone I knew once said, “Don’t wait for another day or another hour or another time.  Go and Do It. Now” – Kyrzayda –

So just watch me guys!  Here’s to 50!

Happy birthday to me!

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Cheers to me!

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