Comfort Zone

First of all, Happy 2015 to you! The New Year is such a wonderful time to reflect, and restart. I know for me that 2014 was actually an amazing year. We bought a house, went to Greece, got to spend holidays with both my family as well as my husband’s family, I saw my college team beat Alabama (Hotty Toddy! Ole Miss Rebel through and through!), I started and fell in love with CrossFit, I learned to ski, and so many other things happened that created amazing memories. However, as amazing as 2014 was, I know that there is room for growth and improvement in 2015. Previously I posted about resolutions, and starting on them early. One of my resolutions was to challenge myself or get out of my comfort zone. I started 2015 with a challenge for me, and went skiing! I snowboarded for many years, and hated it. Despised it. It would literally make me cry. I decided to try skiing earlier this year, and fell in love! But as soon as I could find a passion for it, the season was over.  Now as the mountains are getting fresh powder here in Colorado, I finally got a chance to get back on the “sticks” and try it again! To make it even better, we got to take my sister-in-law and her family skiing for their very first time. And quite frankly I could not be happier that I started my new year off waking up refreshed (and not hungover for once) and ready to face a challenge!

So what did you all do for your New Year’s day? Nurse a hangover? (No judgement here! It helps me to get a cold rag on my face, and some Advil…any other hangover advice?) Go for a hike? Spend it with family or friends? Make black-eyed peas and cornbread? (a traditional meal for good luck of course!) Whatever you did…I hope you are as excited for 2015 as I am! And…if you have resolutions or goals for this year, perhaps take some time to start on those today!


An Adventurous Story

As you may recall in my very first blog post I talked about Greece. I won’t lie…I’m still dreaming about it. In fact, on my bloglovin’ feed today, one blog mentioned that there are some Greek islands for sale. Anyone want to go in on that with me?!

Anyway, one of my suggestions was to meet the locals and make friends. I mentioned that I had a story to tell about that, and felt like now would be a good time to share. I do know some of our Greek friends have been following the blog, which just makes me so HAPPY! However, one situation I faced was an experience many of you may not have ever had!

My husband works for an international travel company and so for our trip he was already in Europe on a work tour for a little while before our official vacation. Thankfully his company encourages world traveling, and so the only airfare we had to worry about was my own. In addition, I am blessed with a very sweet aunt who has been a flight attendant for Delta for as long as I can remember. So, rather than buy the pricey summer Greek plane ticket, I chose to buy a buddy pass from my aunt with full awareness that the flights may not be what I expected. My trip started off rocky, with the flight from JFK to Athens oversold. Thinking outside of the box I was able to get a flight to Rome (and get my own connection to Athens). Pro to this- I got a first class seat on the upper level of a 747. Talk about a comfortable ride! The good news is I made it to Athens on time with just one minor hiccup along the way.

Fast forward to the trip home. There is only one flight from Athens to the US per day on Delta. That means there was only one shot I had at making a flight. However, we happened to choose the most popular time to be in Greece and as luck would have it, the flight was full. As I hovered over the flight desk (hoping and praying that something might change) I overheard a middle-aged man and a woman (Faye) discussing what they would do since they too did not make this flight. I decided to interject, as I was alone in a foreign country with no secure flight plans. Not only that, but it was 3 am in the states, and so my aunt was definitely not awake to help me find an alternative route. The gentleman had done this many times before, and had decided that Rome would be his best bet. He jetted off to find a ticket to Rome, and attempt to make a flight out of Rome the next day back to the States. He kindly offered for Faye and I to join him, but we both were unsure about traveling with a man we had never met. That left the two of us.

I can tell you that I was fighting tears this entire time. A lot of people would say “Oh how sad to be stranded in Greece” in a sarcastic tone. But, I had never traveled to Europe alone before, and I was mentally ready to get back home. I was nervous because I had no clear communication with the Greek airline employees, my aunt would be unable to help me until far later in the day, and a hotel for another night would likely break my bank account. Enter Faye, the New York Greek woman, and her amazing heart. Greek natives, Faye and her husband, a retired Delta employee, have a second home in an oceanside town close to the Athens airport, and decided to open their doors for me while we determined the right plan to get the both of us to the states. You can imagine some of my fears, and my husband’s freak out via text message, about whether or not this was a safe idea. I mean, my father is not Liam Neeson, and we all know how Taken starts. I would not condone this idea, but I also am so thankful for the choice that I did make.

This amazing couple took me in, treated me to an authentic Greek dinner (best food I had the entire trip! see photos below), put me up in a nice chilly room (it was summer- its hot in Greece!), made me authentic Greek coffee, and searched for countless hours on the Delta airline employee site for a viable plan to get me home! They did my laundry, brought me to the airport the next morning and checked in with me the entire time I was traveling.

Needless to say, this was an experience I will never forget. I had to face my own fears (of flying, of being alone, etc.) and found myself to be blessed by the true (and still existent!) kindness of people. Also, if you didn’t figure it out, I did get home! I ended up on a flight to Venice, with a stand-by seat to JFK! I made it on (another first class seat too! thank you stand by!)…only to get stuck in New York, where I finally did break down in tears. But, I made it home! Eventually!


On the way home!