Sand to Silk: Oh the Places I Will Go

July has been the month of constant traveling: starting with the 4th of July holiday, when my roommate and I decided an impromptu trip in the middle of the night would be a good idea; then a family-affair, in which my cousin decided to tie-the-knot; and finally my work-related-all-expenses-paid adventure to Chicago, which has yet to happen (it will be documented in a later post.) Let's start with Saint George, Utah (pictured above).

After Lauren's scuba diving class, which ended at 10 PM, we loaded up the car with our camping essentials and made our way to Saint George, 4 hours out of Provo. We got to St. George in exactly 4 hours, but finding our campground took us quite a bit of time, because it was dark...and unfamiliar. When we arrived, I took out my $6 and shoved them in a slot, only to realize a second later that there were envelopes to the side of the slotted box in which I was to put my money in. It was late. Plus, I paid, that's all that matters. We drove in further to the campsite, and of course, as fate should dictate, it was closed. Closed at 10 PM as a matter of fact. We had but little choice and turn around. What happened next I will relate in my old-age, but let's just say, it was the worst night's sleep I have ever gotten, and I've slept in a deserted cabin with wooden bunks and smoked water with only my sleeping bag to provide comfort. We spent the next day touring the place. I do love Saint George. We went to the park, the dinosaur museum, Brigham Young's house, the tabernacle, and of course we ate; a quaint little place called the Bear Paw.

Next. Mexico City. If anyone has watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding, then you will have a perfect idea of what this wedding week was like. I love being with my family, and even tough my grandma's bed is just as hard as those wooden bunks in a remote cabin in New Zealand, I still had a blast. The highlights were, of course, spending time with my cousins. My grandma always says, "pay attention and look, remember that your grandma always had a full house."

I don't think my grandma realizes that I have known this since a very young age. I can honestly say, that the best part about traveling to Mexico is being in my grandma's house with all my family. We talk, we play, we eat. Sometimes we watch horrible movies like The Children of the Corn, sometimes we fling knives at each other, and other times we just sit. Also, if you think the family pictured above is large, well that's not even half. Something that made this trip particularly memorable, was the bus ride to and from the wedding.

Imagine 4 benches packed with at least 6 people on each bench, it was...memorable. Between sleeping, talking, puking, and laughing, each of us kids learned that when we get married, we'll make sure and get married to someone who lives closer.

To stay true to the theme of this blog (shoes and traveling)...