Sunday, June 26, 2011

MEXICO parte uno

 MEXICO: Parte Uno

Mexico was a beautiful, beautiful place to be. The plane ride felt like it took forever but I was so excited, so were the Merrings! Once we arrived I was just about ready to EXPLODE with excitement. I wanted to do EVERYTHING at once. It really is an adrenaline rush after you wait so long to arrive in paradise, then blowing your years worth of working your butt off in savings, on a fantasy vacation that feels like an unreachable dream.

I was chomping on the bit when we got to the resort. The resort was very secure and we all felt pretty safe there regarding the governmental traveling alert on Mexico. It was like it’s own little town of dreamy “all-inclusiveness” – free drinks, free food basically no need to carry money.


The first thing I did was run into the crystal clear water and wash off the plane sweat and funk. I ran in the ocean with my Olympus Stylus water and shockproof camera, which I soon found out, was NOT waterproof. If there’s one thing the AT taught me it was to not let minor set backs ruin your trip- Just a camera.

Ruins on the resort
Going to an all-inclusive resort after wilderness camping was a shock within itself I felt like I was enfolded in luxury, even though it was a regular resort. The food was prepared and laying out, no need to boil water to reconstitute bag food. But the resort did have some quirks to it...

The food was unfortunately not what I was hoping it to be. It was very greasy and not necessarily "healthy". The fruit was surprisingly not fresh and not from Mexico, but imported. It was a slight disappointment, however some people on the resort probably enjoyed that type of food on a vacation.
Lazy River
There was a lot offered all at once, all at the tips of your fingers.
The resort had almost every sport (tennis, volleyball, archery, soccer,…) a spa on site, a lazy river, snorkeling equipment, kayaks, jet ski’s, etc. 

However, I knew the beach was the place I wanted to be. I snorkeled first. Heather and her sister were too scared to go with me so I just stayed close to shore snorkeling around. That’s when I saw a giant wall of fish, I love just plunging into them and watching the fish split open to let my body through. I dove down and began to swim through when the fish split open to a HUGE barracuda. It was pretty exciting.

Heather decided to face her fears and go snorkeling with her dad and I. It was beautiful. Minus the part where Heather’s flipper came off around a ton of sea urchins and shallow water. But she survived!

Resort Hierarchy
The resort also had a way of making their customers seem “special” by the type of package you purchased with a corresponding wristband. We had plastic orange ones but the more expensive packages received clothe-like more colorful bands establishing a hierarchy among the customers, funny little way of marketing. These customers received “special” extra benefits as well, we had the pleasure to enjoy a taste of these luxuries because of Mrs. Merring’s association with RCI.

Another quirk I thought was funny, was the entertainment group they hired to socialize with the customers of the resort. They walked around ensuring every customer was receiving what they wanted out of their ‘vacation experience.’ They were a small group of extremely hard workers, they were up at the crack of dawn entertaining and leading classes then putting on giant entertainment shows every night. In their spare time they walked around and socialized amongst the guests. By the end of the trip I was thinking about applying for a job there, it would have made for an interesting summer.

The resort was all about kicking back having as many all inclusive drinks as you please and relaxing. When I arrived I went to pick up my luggage to bring to the room and Christian, our host told me, "No, no, no, you're in Mexico now."Followed by one of the employees loaded our luggage into a golf cart and driving us to our room.

  Yet I did miss the sobriety, hard work and sense of accomplishment of camping. It’s nice to work for things sometimes rather than have them being handed to you. But if you just emptied you checkbook like I did, you better be having things handed to you!

Missing out on the Locals
Is this what heaven looks like?
All in all, the resort was far from the wilderness camping of the AT. I missed talking to the locals, getting to know the Mexican culture. Being acquainted and immersed in the Mexican community. Observing how they lived, how they went about their lives compared to mine.  What would a day be like in their shoes? Instead we were grouped with mostly people from all over the States, Canada, England and Ireland staying at the resort. I am fully aware that if I even tried to get involved in the Mexican culture I would probably be putting my life at risk because I would stick out like a sore thumb, solely based on my appearance.

The connections we made with the people at the resort where completely different as well. They had no substantial benefit from meeting us, unlike the people on the AT you met that became family, who wouldn’t hesitate to strip their shirt off their back for you. Obviously, there was no need for that at the resort. The people at the resort were people we probably will never see again. Which is where being naïve is not a smart move. They had the capability of crafting the most elaborate lies about their lives and there would be no way to know. The connections made weren’t deep enough to really know anyone.

Nevertheless, Heather and I met some awesome people. Most were pretty cool and had a whole different set of values and priorities than people on the AT. It was just a whole different dynamic of people. At night we would go out to the disco tech where they played some great music and whatever drink you did order would come out as tequila. 

The resort did have architectural beauty to it, blending well with it's topical environment. There was a lot of glass so you always had a view and a lot of open breeze-way spaces because it was always hot. This was something the AT cannot offer, things that are artistically designed by man. The pictures below are from some glowing orbs on the roof top of one of the restaurants on the resort:




The pictures below are some of the local natives that we encountered during our stay that helped to eat the left over room service left outside your door. 


However the resort food probably was not the best for their digestive tracts, let alone ours. The residents of the resort also fed the fish bananas in the ocean which I also heard was very unhealthy for them. I found this concerning because when I vacation, 
I want to leave the environment in a better state than when I have arrived.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

From the AT to DC

We arrived in DC to my Aunt Adele who greatly welcomed us and appreciated our company. First things first we HAD to shower especially after muddy Trail Days. I was able to share our adventures with my aunt. She sympathized with my feelings about Rowan and told me they reminded her of her own college experience, where she felt like she didn’t belong.  Her son had the same issues and ended up transferring to finally feel a good fit. It gave me hope in my search for the “perfect school”.
 
AT to DC
It was weird going from hippies to the most political/patriotic/controversial place in the US. Let alone just the pure culture shock of being in the deserted wilderness of the AT to a fast paced highly populated city of DC. My aunt dropped us off at the Metro which was so impressive not like the subways of New York City at all. It was beautiful architecturally speaking.

The first day we hit:

·      The National Museum of Natural History – really cool, see the pictures

·      The National Sculpture Garden
·      National Archives – to see the constitution, bill of rights, etc.
·      National Gallery of Art
·      Holocaust Museum – only saw the Nazi propaganda exhibit* because it was police appreciation (ironically after getting a speeding ticket) week and they got first dibs.
·      Did a walk around to see the:

o   Thomas Jefferson Memorial
o   Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial
o   Korean War Veterans Memorial
o   Lincoln Memorial
o   Vietnam Veterans memorial
o   WWII memorial
o   Washington Monument
·      Then it STORMED & we returned to Adele’s



Thomas Jefferson Memorial

Roosevelt Memorial




Lincoln Memorial



Vet Monument
WWII monument



You can see the impending storm in the distance
*After going to the art museum and thinking about how long it had been since I even picked up a pencil to draw and seeing the mass amount of talent the great masters. It was frustrating thinking I had no time to do what I love the most, draw. Being surrounded by so much inspiration it made me feel like I was making a mistake by not minoring in art and doing what my heart really wants to do even though I may not be the best. I know I enjoy exercising the artistic part of my brain.

Followed by seeing the Nazi propaganda exhibit made me want to re-evaluate my marketing minor. Just seeing the disturbing amount of power that marketing can have on a large group of people, convince them killing mass amounts of “certain” people is appropriate is beyond unethical to me.  WHAT AM I DOING? Where do I want to go with this? Marketing can be so dangerous and corrupt! And the sad part is that it is all around us in inhabited places. In the mountains I finally escaped the ever pressing consumerism that surrounds us day to day that we have grown accustom too and what we don’t even notice anymore. I just sat on the metro on the ride back really analyzing the ad’s thinking about why they picked the people they did to represent their product. Every word was picked meticulously to perfectly place a thought in your head, to release a feeling impulse. And the funny thing is that you don’t even realize it. You think your accustom to it.

After seeing all the monuments and staying with my aunt I began to encounter this feeling of finding my roots. I am an American and it brings out this pride inside of you to experience your history and what your country has been though and the people that have influenced.

Talking to my aunt about her live and our family made me realize how much LIFE I have to live STILL. This is just a small chapter in my life and what ever happens in this chapter is up to me but I need to realize there are many many more chapters to go after this one.

Day 2:: We didn’t think there would be a Day 2 but after Day 1 we were craving more of what DC had in store for us:

·      National Geographic Museum – had award winning photos from around the world and a special presidents exhibit.
Awesome picture


President's are people too


Love this one of 911 it's on the TV while bush is walking away
·      Defenders of Wildlife – check out internships
·      National Portrait Gallery – pleasantly surprised
·      Holocaust Museum – saw the whole thing
·      STORMED once again






I still can't believe I saw a real Shepard Fairey!




East Coast!

Chuck Close he's the man



The architecture was AMAZING


Designed so incredibly well

Going to the National Geographic Museum was so inspiring especially because I thought I got some killer shots on the AT. I was beginning to realize I really like photo and there is so much you can do with it. I would love a job that shipped me around the world to take pictures of wildlife and capture that “perfect picture.” Yet when do our dreams stop and reality sets in?

But to be the photographer behind such an iconic image that everyone thinks of when they think of an event, person or place must be a pretty awesome feeling. And I’d love for that to be me.

Going to the Defenders of Wildlife and inquiring about a marketing internship there really turned me back on to marketing. Marketing isn’t something horrible; it can do some great things in this world. Who will speak for the ones who don’t even have a say? I want to look into marketing for non-profits now, finally something I can see myself doing.

I think I fell in love with DC from what I saw it was so much better than NYC and Philly. What sold me wasn’t only the scenery but the FREE museums, it blew my mind they were all (for the most part) FREE. I kept thinking if I lived there I would be in them every weekend and definitely be an art and/or art history major just spending time in them sketching on the weekends.  Seeing how the masters did it and observing their perception in their piece of work, understanding and seeing what their eyes once saw.

That night we head back to the good ole Dirty Jersey. This trip was intense. Extremely intense. Going from wondering where you were sleeping and if you were going to get a shower any time soon to a house where running water was just a few steps away and just a turn of a faucet. It makes you appreciate the small things a home has to offer.

Ironically we ended up taking 295 North back home. 295 North, the road that I take every time I leave rowan for 40 miles to home. Heather and I reminisce about the friends we have made and the events the past two years have given us. Then I thought, will I ever be taking this road again after next semester?
295 North