Krest Bitter Lemon is a drink that’s widely available in Kenya, Uganda and Tanzania.
While living in Kenya for five years, I developed a taste for the drink. It’s bright, refreshing and not too sweet.
But you can’t buy it in my town in Colorado, no matter how hard you try.
You need to travel. You’ll see, feel and taste things that you won’t experience in your hometown. Guaranteed, you will encounter life in ways you can’t where you live.
Travel can be expensive, but it’s a better way to hit the reset button than almost anything else I know.
- My son Benjamin brought this plastic Krest bottle back after his time in Uganda during the summer of 2015. When he brought it, there was liquid inside. That wasn’t for long.
- Krest (and Schweppes) Bitter Lemon originally contained quinine, a malaria preventative substance.
- My post at My Part of Nairobi about Krest Bitter Lemon received more visits than any other post in history. Here’s why.
Portland is a crazy place.
(We just returned from a family vacation that included a few days in Portland.)
I knew that I wanted to get to know the city ever since seeing Portlandia.
I was not disappointed.
- Powell’s is perhaps the finest bookstore on the planet. Besides stocking an amazing range of books (both new and used), they have the most incredible array of stuff from interesting water bottles to funky backpacks to weird socks.
- Food trucks (often food trailers): a huge collection of semi-fast food outlets are all over the Portland, often in collections filling whole city blocks. Wide offerings of ethnic cuisine are available.
- Shops: If I were rich, I would have gorged on the incredible variety of clothing, trinkets, hand-made art in many useful forms such as furniture and all manner of hipster-oriented stuff. One of my favorite shops was Boys Fort.
- Bicycling: In spite of the generally dreary weather, bicycling is a huge part of life in Portland. Bike paths are prevalent across the city, and as our Airbnb hostess explained, bicyclists there often feel like they rule the world, whether or not that is the case.
- The river: Bike paths go along the Willamette River, allowing you to explore the waterway without getting wet (unless it’s raining).
- Trash: There are very few trash cans around the city. Thus, trash accumulates in all the nooks and crannies. Seattle, in comparison, seems to have a normal amount of places to dispose of your waste.
- Homelessness: I’m not sure what attracts so many homeless people to Portland. Denver, the city near my suburban home, seems to have a smaller homeless population. I have nothing against homeless people — drug addiction and mental illness are crippling — but perhaps Denver provides more places for the homeless to find a home. Or possibly Colorado has more restrictive laws governing homeless activities (like no sleeping on sidewalks).
- Maybe a little too much indie-hipster-ness: Though I love supporting small businesses and appreciate creativity, I was almost overwhelmed at the extreme hipster-ness of Portland. One morning, I even wanted to visit Starbucks, believe it or not.
If you can, you simply must visit greater Portland.
Footnote: I only spent a few days there, so these are just a few surface observations.
Heather and I skipped work last Friday. We went skiing at SolVista. It’s a family ski area that’s not the closest to Denver, but still within easy driving distance of our home in the suburbs.
We had a great time. The slopes are gentle and smooth. Ben and I loved cruising down one slope as fast as we could — repeatedly. And it’s uncrowded, so we had no fears of any life-threatening accidents.
Rachel, our youngest, did fine, even though she hasn’t been skiing very much. She was able to drift through the trees and navigating a fun course for kids that included skiing through a small “barn.” Jay, our oldest and most adventurous son, had fun doing several stunts in the terrain park.
I know a lot of hard-core skiers and snowboarders would turn their nose up at SolVista, but we loved it. If you’re ever in Colorado and want to have some family skiing fun, SolVista’s the place.
And a final footnote — so you can tell this is not a sponsored post — if you have the cash for a ski condo, the company that runs the resort way overbuilt, so you can get one for a relative steal.
Last summer we went to Paris.
I don’t say that to brag. It was part of our visit to my sister and her family, who live in Belgium.
Anyhow, one afternoon, my oldest son Jay and I decided to stroll along the Champs-Elysees, a famous avenue in the city known for its romantic cafes and luxury specialty shops.
Needless to say, we didn’t sip coffee at a sidewalk cafe. However, we thoroughly enjoyed visiting a Fiat/Lancia/Alfa Romeo shop/museum. (Jay is next to the wonderful Alfa Romeo Mito, a car that sadly won’t be making it to the USA.)
One surreal moment was seeing scores of Chinese people getting wedding pictures taken in front of the Arc de Triomphe.
The point of this story? My romantic dream of experiencing The Champs-Elysees involved a leisurely brunch at one of those cafes. That didn’t happen. What did happen may have been even better — a fun afternoon with my son that we’ll probably both remember for the rest of our lives.
p.s. Heather and I did enjoy a romantic evening in Paris. We had dessert at a divey bar, not on the Champs-Elysees.