Posts Tagged ‘Mexico’

The Badass Biker Gets Taken Down a Notch

In Life Lessons, Monday Review on May 27, 2011 at 4:51 pm

The idyllic scenery of these roads almost negates it's treachery. Almost

So…I will preface this blog from a remote location by saying that Scott was right. I should not have ridden to the bakery. It’s only an eight mile ride– four there and four back. After my ten mile crucible earlier this week, I thought to myself eight miles? pshaw. But I forgot that the four mile stretch in question was made out of volcanos. I had to stop four times up one hill in order to not die of cardiac arrest. Then, on the next hill, I had to get off and walk. This is not badass behavior! My spirit is crippled. But, on the plus side, I’m eating a delicious almond croissant.

The other day I came to this bakery, called the Madrid Bakery, because it was my stepdad’s birthday and I needed a cake.

Wait– let me ask you something. Have you ever read the book “Chocolat?” Its one of my favorites and its about this woman and her daughter who move to a little French town and open a chocolate shop. The woman can tell what kind of chocolate will fix what ails you as soon as you walk into her shop and her chocolate is magical. I read this book years ago while in Cancun so some of the details escape me….but I think she added something Mexican to her recipe, or maybe it was tears. Anyway, I have always wished for a chocolate shop like that to come to magical Framingham. Why not? So the other day after i purchased the chocolate and vanilla ganache cake at this little Spanish patisserie, the woman said that I needed to come back on Thursday, Friday, Saturday or Sunday and try her fresh croissants because they were the best in the world. Naturally I made the connection. A magical shop in which people can cure me with delicious food has arrived! Being pragmatic, I realized that I should ride my bike to negate the calories in the croissant.
“Not a good idea,” said Scott. “it’s all uphill and full of treacherous and windy roads.”
“Oh dear,” said my mother. “I will pray for your safety.”
“you have certainly earned your croissant,” said the little Spanish lady behind the counter when at last I arrived.
She could tell because my face was the color of a bad rash, my hair was sweaty and plastered to my cheeks and I huffed into the shop like I was going to either eat something or blow the house down. So she prescribed an almond croissant for me.
“Next time,” she said, while I handed her my cash, ” you try this.” she pointed to a mysterious, angel sprinkled cake with a name I couldn’t pronounce that looked like the name of a saint. “Its my personal favorite. And every morning before I work, I have a slice.”
I will take her up on that offer. But next time, I will drive.
Now for the ride home.



In Travel on April 10, 2011 at 12:20 pm

In a little while, Scott is leaving for Peoria for 80 hours. It’s a business trip. After my last business trip, I realized that I don’t like travelling alone. But neither do I like being left home by somebody else. I guess I want to have my family travel with me on all future business trips and I would like to be brought along on all of Scott’s future business trips. Also, I’d like all of our future business trips to be in places that are warm, have a beach, and feature an all-inclusive resort. Why do people send their employees to the cold and rugged out-lying wastelands of Chicago? Sometimes Scott goes to Las Vegas for business. That’s what I’m talking about.  In Scott’s line of work, business trips are really like school field trips. He goes places to learn and schmooze and see. Those activities always work better when paired up with an exotic location. *It’s been proven by scientists. Actually, what would make MORE sense would be to live at the exotic field trip location and, on business trips, visit the actual place of employment.

Sometimes I fantasize about moving to an exotic island. Not the Galapagos, because we all know that didn’t turn out well for the last people who tried. I’m thinking more along the lines of someplace off the coast of Cancun so I’m close enough to America to get a heart transplant or something if I need it,** but far enough away to feel like I’m Alex from the Black Stallion.

Here’s what I would bring:

  1. My family
  2. A library. I would say an iPad, but if I had my own library there I wouldn’t have to worry about bringing the books back on time. Plus, if I got starved for companionship I could talk to the librarian. I’ll bring my iPad anyway because it’s my favorite thing.
  3. A solar outlet for my iPad. Once a month I can go to the mainland for supplies and WiFi updates.
  4. Some ativan for when I get carried away
  5. Some chickens
  6. Blankets because it gets cold on the beach at night even with a big bonfire
  7. Notebooks and pens
  8. A toothbrush
  9. A huge jar of Ponds cold cream

     10.  Sunscreen

     11.  Lip balm

     12.  Fishing poles

     13.  That big bag of matches we have on the fridge leftover from when Olivia made her valentines out of empty matchbooks

     14.  Some cards and a couple of board games

     15.  Smencils and a sharp knife for sharpening and other things

     16.  Various seeds for vegetables, fruits, herbs and flowers

     17.  A water purification kit

     18.  Courage

     19.  Fearlessness

     20.  A pillow

     21.  Some gum

     22.  A frying pan, spatula and some pepper.

     23.  A bar with live music every night and excellent pina coladas and fire dancers.


**Yeah, I know where it is, Paul.