Monthly Archives: June 2016

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Pet Traveling on the Road

Category : Travel

Chances are you, and your family are pet lovers. Taking your pet to travel with you is one of the most enjoyable activities you can do. It is estimated that 78% of people travel with their dogs, 15% take their cat, 2% take their birds, and 5% take other pets such as fish, turtles, rabbits, and ferrets.

Pet travel is very popular these days, and has actually become a large factor on many travel industries. For example, you may have noticed that it’s not so uncommon anymore for hotels to happily accept your 4 legged companions. These accommodations have evolved greatly in recent years, want to know why? It is estimated that 63% of American household have one or more pets, that equates to 69 million homes and guess what for year’s pet lovers have engaged a demand for said services.

No most of us did not legally demand it, just the many, many inquires that these travel industries have gotten on a daily basis year after year. This does not mean these companies are sacrificing to this demand; they have just done their homework, and they know the fact that Americans are projected to spend over $40 billion on their four legged friends, and this number is increasing each, and every year.

Taking dogs on your road trip

Dogs in comparison to all other pets will really enjoy going along for the ride instead of being separated from you while you’re away. There are exceptions, such as some dogs wont handle travel to well due to health issues, temperament, or just their reactions to the stresses that accompany change in their routine.

You will need to always keep safety in mind, as dogs can quickly suffer from heat exhaustion, and even die, so make sure you have temperature control in your vehicle and supply water dish. You can pick up a special travel dish for these occasions.

Everyone should be familiar that dogs love to stick their heads out the window while driving. There is no need to deny dogs this pleasure, just be wary of having windows all the way down, as dogs can easily get excited about something, and jump out even if in motion. Bring along entertainment for your dog. They love to chew on things, and can be entertained for hours with toys that are stuffed with peanut butter, cheese or treats.

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Lost in Heathrow

Category : Travel

It’s a wonder I ever made it back to the United States. After a last weekend in London staying in a hotel in Earl’s Court, I packed to get ready to leave Harlaxton College to go home. I was exhausted after my impromptu weekend and double-checked my packing and papers. My passport was missing! I found the number to the hotel where we had stayed and the manager said that I had left my passport there. He had it for me at the manager’s desk. I had very little money to make it home to start with and now had to make the trip back to the hotel. I began my journey home by picking up my passport. Here I was in another country with someone I totally didn’t know holding my one source of identification. Luckily, the manager was honest and kind.

I picked up the passport, making my way to the train to get to Heathrow. Only I didn’t have enough money left for the fare. I begged classmates that I saw in the airport for the fare. I managed to get three of them to give me a portion. I was majorly stressed out.

Finally, I made it to Heathrow and noticed that my plane would be leaving sooner than later. I ran to my reservations area to check in, when they asked to see my passport. Little did I know, in my zeal to keep me from losing it again, I had locked it AND my suitcase keys into the suitcase! They directed me to security who fumbled around and couldn’t open it. So they tried to find a skeleton key that would do the job. In the meantime, my plane was getting closer to taking off and here I was, my passport stuck in my suitcase, I had no money, nobody to help me. Then came the set of twins from school. Thank God, I saw them. One of them managed to open my suitcase just in time as I yelled at security that I now had my passport. Back to check-in, only to find out that my suitcase was grossly overweight and that I would have to pay a large surcharge. The woman somehow took mercy on me and let me through without paying the charge. I ran like a madwoman to my plane and made it with literally a minute to spare.

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Learning to Say “I Love You” in Gaelic

Category : Blogs

We were spending two weeks in Ireland on our honeymoon. We decided to go to the Emerald Isle when my fiancé (now husband) and I looked at each other and said, “I don’t want to go to a beach.” Let it be said that neither of us are beach people, I happen to hate the sand and my husband (who is Irish) burns because of his fair complexion. Therefore, keeping this in mind, we decided to do something untraditional and head to Ireland, a place both of us had always been entranced by.

When we arrived in Dublin, we spent a few days there before renting a car and traveling cross country to Killarney on the western shore. Let me just make this comparison, if Dublin is New York, Killarney is the East Village. It’s a very trendy, cool locale, young and thriving with interesting people. However, in the mix of all of that is a group of Irish that have been there before Killarney was cool. Not that I’m calling this group “uncool,” they earn a certain distinction that no trendy “pub kid” could ever dream of having.

Let me explain, one afternoon, upon returning to our hotel we asked the concierge where we should go out that night. The concierge had such a thick Irish accent it was hard to understand him, but he instructed us, just about three blocks down there was a great pub with lots of local flair.

We decided to go where he instructed. We walked in and found ourselves amongst the hardcore of this city; we were definitely the lone tourists and the lone Americans. We were in search of local flair and we found it.

There happened to be a big “football” game on TV, a Manchester United game versus some other team. Let it be said that my husband and I were trying to jump on the bandwagon with football since we arrived.

As we walked into the pub, we might as well of heard crickets upon our entry, every head turned to stare in our direction. We both gave feeble smiles and headed towards the bar. First things first, no one can ever accuse the Irish of being unfriendly. As soon as we sat down we had twelve people around us, asking us who we were and where we were from. We quickly discovered that the people we were surrounded by were not only Irish, but they also spoke Gaelic.

My husband, who is a social butterfly, turned to announce, “We’re honeymooners! We are on our honeymoon!” Of course, this was also after a few Guinness.

A collective cheer went up from the pub. “They’re foogin’ honeymooners! A round on the house!”

We were welcomed like we had been born there. Of course, my first mistake was going drink for drink with an Irishmen, any Irishmen. My next mistake was trying to speak Gaelic. For all I know they could have had me on the bar announcing, “My hovercraft is full of eels!” instead of “I am a newlywed and love my husband!” The former would probably explain their obvious glee at my performance.

However, I’ll never know what I said, because my wonderful groom had to carry me the three blocks back to our hotel that night. Cheers!

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Jimmy G’s Pub

Category : Travel

We could spot nothing to the right or the left of the brightly painted log cabin. It appeared to have sprung up out of nowhere, precisely at the moment we wanted to take a break from the excruciatingly long car drive through the exquisite Irish countryside.

The inside was even more quaint, straight out from a Jonathan Swift setting — a juke box, a dart board, dusty framed pictures; a harp propped (probably never strummed), a trumpet, all vying for space with other knick-knacks — tins, cans, bottle openers, coins that went out of circulation aeons ago — all adding to the happy clutter and the pastoral warmth of the place.

“Welcome, ladies, anything I can do?” a voice boomed in the deep Irish accent. It was warm as it is clear. A tall man emerged from the anteroom. Ducking his head to avoid colliding against the low railing of the door, he appeared to be in his late seventies.

“Can we…er.. have some..Tea?” someone from our journo’s team inquired. “Tea?” he snorted. “Not care for anything stronger?” he teased. “No Sir, tea should be fine,” said my colleague and he grunted, “O.K, I will try. Can’t promise, it will be good though.” And with that he was gone into the rear room again.

Moments later, he re-emerged; balancing a tray, bearing three steaming cups of a sweet, weak concoction that he claimed was tea. “What nationality are you?” he slowly began, peering at us with a slightly bemused, quizzical expression a child who has just spotted a new species in a zoo.

“Indians,” we replied in chorus.

“Hmm. I have a daughter…my eldest…in Bahrain, married to a Moslem. But that won’t be anywhere close to India, is it?” he said, “These days, youngsters marry for lave, you see,” the drag on the word making no bones of his plain disdain for the phenomenon.

With the ice between us broken with a sip of the warm brew, the old man rambled on. “My son-in-law is a Moslem, but the Lord be thanked for his smoking and drinking,” he chuckled.

“…Wife died four years ago,” eyes darting to take in the expanse of the pub before apologizing for the mess around. “One when I’d begun to acutely miss my daughter, I traveled all the way to Bahrain to meet her family and guess what? I began to feel homesick! I was meant to stay for two months but quickly returned in ten. There is no one to run this place in my absence. Then the folks also begin to write. You may have gone for a small while, but when they don’t see your car parked outside, they begin to crib, “What is it Jimmy? You never open up?” he mimicked.

Then all of a sudden, he switched gears and said, I must say, you folks speak very good English.” “Yours is not too bad either,” jibed a colleague. We laughed.

Soon it was time to leave.

“How much would that be?” I volunteered.

“Nothing,” he said, with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I’ve never had Indians as guests before. Glad to have met three beautiful, ladies today,” he chuckled.

We came out feeling charmed with the memories of an old Irish man.