Showing posts with label *** written by Monica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label *** written by Monica. Show all posts

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Super Moon Camping - 1st Backpacking Trip in 2013

It's been quite a long time since I last posted on this blog. Life has fallen back into a routine and time seems to fly faster than ever. I can't believe it's been a whole year since I came back from our trip around the world. A whole year in which I haven't been on a plane, nor left California at all - yet, a year of a lot of personal growth, keeping busy and feeling really happy and content with myself. Of course, not everything is perfect and satisfying, but the key is to weigh in all the positive aspects of your life vs the negative ones - and see how much more good than bad there is, overall. 

This blog post is about the first backpacking trip of the summer. I was invited by my friend Lynda to join her and some of her friends on an overnight backpacking trip in the Sand Ridge / 5 Lakes basin area in the Sierra-Tahoe National Forest. The hike is about 14 miles round-trip and I would label it as easy to moderate. There are lots of flat portions and the uphill parts are short. Overall, a relaxed hike, could be a good warmup for other, more strenuous hikes. The trail passes by several beautiful mountain lakes, and you really lose track of them. Every half an hour or so, there is a new lake in sight.  But I'll let the images do the talking: 


The second night of camping was the summer solstice night - which also happened to be the famous "supermoon" night. It was the perfect place to see it. The photo above is right before the moon peeked out from behind the ridge in the background. 

Friday, January 4, 2013

Best 43 Images of Animals We Encountered Around the World

I thought it would be a fun idea to compile some of the best images of animals we encountered during our trip, so Anne and I came up with this list. Some of them are quite hilarious. I tried to position them in chronological order, except for the first one, which is just a teaser to give you an idea of how amazing some of these encounters were...


Image 1: Anne leaning against a tiger at Tiger Kingdom in Chiang Mai, Thailand. 

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

2012 in Review and 2013 Resolutions

The other night I watched a National Geographic documentary on the first full ascent of the Everest made by Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay in 1953. The most inspiring thing (which I didn’t know until now) was that after this moment, Hillary spent most of his life in Nepal, building schools and hospitals for the Sherpa people. As of now, he’s one of my new heroes in terms of making life choices and living a meaningful, fulfilled life. In this documentary, Hillary mentions a great quote that I’d like to share with you all: “Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature. Avoiding danger is not safer than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.” - Allan Keller.



2012 Overview
2012 was a good year... I would even go as far as to say that it’s been the best year of my life so far, at least in terms of adventure accomplishments. Considering I spent only 4 months out of 12 working, and the rest of the year traveling about and living frugally, I guess it was indeed the perfect recipe for a happy, fulfilled year. Long story short, here’s my 2012 in a nutshell: 

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Indian Summer Days

Last weekend, my friend Jenni generously invited me along with some of her other friends to spend the weekend at a vacation house that her parents have rented up in Calistoga. The house was out of this world, an incredible 60 acre wine country estate with a pool, vineyards and apple trees. I brought my digital SLR (Nikon D90) with a 50mm lens and spent the weekend taking a lot of photos. It felt good and reinforced the conviction that photography is my one and true passion, as well as fueled the desire to shoot more.

All the photos below are straight from the camera, completely unedited. I changed the light temperature and color balance in the camera to obtain this green-yellowish color cast.



Thursday, October 4, 2012

Oktoberfest,The California Way

On the last weekend of September I was invited at the very last minute to join a bunch of nutty Germans and some other fellow Europeans in celebrating Oktoberfest at a farm outside of Petaluma. I had no idea what to expect - but I ended up having a blast, meeting a lot of interesting people, laughing my heart out at kids being goofy and saying funny things, eating tons of delicious German food and drinking my favorite wine in the world: GrĂ¼ner Veltliner.




Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Slow Food Picnic in Sonoma

Last Saturday I had the pleasure to be a guest at Slow Food's fresh food picnic, organized at the beautiful Ranchero Mark West farm tucked in the hills of Sonoma County. I would like to herewith extend my thanks to my two new awesome friends Jonathan Sutton and Tony Ferrari, chefs at Hillside Supper Club, a new slow food restaurant in Bernal Heights, San Francisco. I had a great time thanks to them and would like to share the moment and story with you all in this post.
 Above: some of the delicious food served at the event.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Home Sweet Home

Anne and Monica's trip "around the world" ended for me with 3 weeks in my home country, Romania. This visit was not part of the original itinerary, but since I had a lot of British Airways miles and were able to buy tickets on miles for a very small fee, I decided to extend my trip and go see my family and friends back home.

Going back to Romania is always an emotional whirlwind for me. Being constantly surrounded by people I love and who love me back, seeing my parents and grandparents, tear-filled goodbyes, the uncertainty of whether I'm going to see certain family members again... all of these lead to a very emotionally-intense experience. It's not about experiencing new things and seeking adrenaline; it's about going back to one's roots, traditions, customs, upbringing, societal norms and all the things that built me, yet feel so remote from who I am today.

With my strong-as-a-rock, sassy, stubborn, sharp-tongued adorable grandma in her backyard.


Monday, August 6, 2012

Perspectives

Today's blog post is about the myriads of ways people see the world around them, and how one can relate to or understand others' points of view. We often assume that our own point of view is shared by others around us and we carry this thought fallacy from either personal or professional perspectives. We see friends unable to comprehend your dislike of PB&J sandwiches or donuts. (I mean, who doesn't like donuts? You must be a total weirdo!) We see marketers who assume that using the words "awesome" and "fabulous" repeatedly in their copy will make every potential new user get really excited with their product/website/whatever it is they're trying to sell.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

A Road Trip Across Rajasthan

Anne and I spent the second half of April 2012 in the north of India, more specifically a region called Rajasthan (which means "the land of the Rajas"). Being our first time in India, we experienced severe culture shock. In hindsight, had we started with the south of India and one of its big, modern cities (Calcutta, Bangalore or Mumbay), it may have been less shocking.

Anne in front of Humayun's tomb in Delhi.
To sum up the Rajasthan experience: extreme poverty, squalor, intense heat (~50C/120F), majestic forts and palaces from a glorious past, shacks and shanties from a not-so-glorious present, desert, overpopulation, incessant honking, dust, pollution, street vendors everywhere, skinny cows everywhere, mounds of garbage everywhere, flies everywhere, colorful saris, hundreds of eyes fixed upon us every waking minute. This blog post will focus on the beautiful relics of the past, the gems that attract thousands of tourists to Rajasthan every year. All photos included in this post have been selected carefully, so as to depict only the beauty, and not the squalor. I'll tackle that in a follow-up post.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Backpacking List

For a while now I've been really into backpack hiking. I could say it's my newly discovered love. There's something about being out there in the wilderness by yourself, away from civilization, cars, cell-phones, loud artificial sounds, hoards of people, that renews me and fills me up with happiness and energy. For those who like to run, they call it "the runner's high." I guess I have "the hiker's high," and you can probably speak about similar highs with any other outdoors activity. Whatever rocks your high boat!

I've long wanted to make an extensive list of all the items I need to bring with me when hiking, as there's always something I forget at home. The list below was borrowed from my friend David Pilz and slightly modified/expanded to suit my own packing needs. 

Some of the items on the list below are linking to my favorite camping items/brands, but that doesn't mean they are the best, or that I am endorsing a certain brand. They are just the items I've used and liked, and a good recommendation starting point for anyone building a "hiking kit" from scratch. 

The weight of your backpack with all the items inside it already should be less than 25% of your body weight, so, keep that in mind when purchasing new camping items, such as sleeping mat, tent or sleeping bag. Today, you can find extremely light and compact camping gear. Some of it can be expensive, but it's worth it, if you know you'll be hiking or camping a lot. I've had my ultralight sleeping bag, mat and tent for years now, have used them tons of times and never regret the investment.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Hiking The Lost Coast

This past weekend my friends Devin (aka "Young Man"), David (aka "Siesta Dave") and I went on a hike up north to an area known as The Lost Coast. Here's what Wikipedia has to say about this magical place: "The Lost Coast is an undeveloped section of the California North Coast in Humboldt and Mendocino counties. It was named the "Lost Coast" after the area experienced depopulation in the 1930s. In addition, the steepness and geo-technical challenges of the coastal mountains made this stretch of coastline too costly for highway or county road builders to establish routes through the area, leaving it the most undeveloped and remote portion of the California coast."

Photo by Devin Steenwyk. This is Wheeler black sand beach, where we camped the first night.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

A Weekend in LA: Gang Wars and Pool Parties


Ever since I came back from our trip, I promised myself to leave town every weekend. San Francisco is usually cold and foggy in summertime and since I'm unemployed, I'd like to maximize the funemployment as much as possible. I spend the entire week in front of a computer applying for jobs, so I don't feel too guilty for switching off adult responsibilities and switching on hedonism over the weekend.


So far, I've been out of town 4 weekends out of 5: once to watch an RV Demolition Derby near Clear Lake, another time to watch and photograph my dude friends riding dirt bikes outside Yosemite, once to camp by a river with 30 of my friends and, most recently, to get wavey poolside with LA's infamous Swim Team. Next weekend, we'll be doing a 2-day hike up the Lost Coast, so stay tuned for some breathtaking coastal California shots.


Tuesday, July 3, 2012

California River Rats

As we were driving back to San Francisco yesterday afternoon, weaving South on Highway 101 through golden hills crowned by intensely blue skies, my friend Jenny sitting next to me in the car kept exclaiming: "Gosh, it's so beautiful here!" She must've said it several times, enough to wake me up from my constant taking-for-granted of the majestic landscape that makes California such a visually stunning place. Jenny was visiting for the weekend from Cincinnati. You often need that outsider's point of view to remind you of how lucky you are.


Every summer for the past five years or so, my friends and I have been spending the 4th of July weekend camping by the Eel river in Mendocino county in northern California. We usually gather around 30 people and every year we set a theme, that we loosely adhere to. In the past, we had themes such as Indian Summer, when we built a tee pee and decorated the place with Native American paraphernalia. Another year we had a Hawaiian theme and we roasted a baby pig. One year we bought glow-in-the-dark sticks and we broke them open, splashing the paint all over our bodies and danced around covered in glowing paint.


Friday, June 29, 2012

The Beach

Here's another post where I will rant about how perfect my life is. Despite various life vicissitudes, such as seeing loved ones getting old or sick, facing impeding death of close relatives, confronting one's own health issues, struggling to find love, purpose and mindfulness, despite all that - I look at the life I've lived so far and think of it as pretty fucking amazing. Wow, what an eclectic collection of adventures and experiences it has been!

July 3rd 2011 - Travis's birthday camping trip, Groveland, California

Monday, June 25, 2012

Dinner in Berkeley

It's been 3 weeks since we came back to the States and life is slowly but surely starting to settle in. That entails going to friends' birthday BBQs, cooking healthy delicious dinners, thriving on California's amazing produce, getting fit with yoga, swimming and bike rides, escaping the city with ever-entertaining weekend trips. One thing I came to realize at the end of our trip: there's no place like home. And California is now the place I call home. After exploring the world, I can truly say it's one of the best places to live in. Its wide-open spaces, abundance of nature escapes, mild weather, and overall sense of well-being are some of its perks that should never be taken for granted.

And then the trip really never ends. Every week and weekend are so full of interesting events and adventures, that both Anne and I decided to continue posting in this blog.


Home is where your friends and family are. I guess I am fortunate to have two homes, on two different continents. My entire family lives in Romania, and whether I want it or not, half of my heart beats for that place. All my childhood memories, my upbringing, traditions, customs and family ties bring me back to that place.

Megan is one of my best friends in San Francisco and last Wednesday a small group of us got together at her boyfriend's house in Berkeley to cook up a delicious birthday dinner for Megan. This post is dedicated to her and this special day.

The other half beats here, in California, where I spent the last 9 years of my life. I am fortunate to be part of a wonderful, quirky, fun and loving group of friends. For a solo immigrant like me, they've come to represent my adoptive American family. They've taught me new words, slang terms, hip terms, taught me about pop culture, laughed at me whenever I say things differently from them, or when I involuntarily act as a foreigner. But above all, they're creative, passionate and inspiring. Together we have more fun than most people do, and that is really what holds us together.

 Above: Corina, the bombshell from Norway, chopping veggies for one of the best shrimp ceviches I've ever had.

One thing I missed while traveling was fresh produce. There's a severe lack of fresh vegetables and salad ingredients around the world. Being back, I appreciate the luxury of having such a wide variety of vegetables and fruit available at our fingertips all year round. Megan's birthday dinner was a celebration of fresh, organic, locally-grown food. Her roommate Cole picked up all the ingredients from the famous Berkeley Bowl market and cooked up a delicious Latin American fiesta. Bossing the kitchen like a pro, she delegated veggies choppers, peelers and dough makers.


Above: all the dishes are now ready to eat. On the menu: sopes (thick corn-flour tortillas pan-fried in butter), ground beef chilli, red coleslaw, grilled chicken, pan-fried plantains, cotija cheese. A real fiesta indeed! Good friends and great food - some of the best things in life. With the risk of sounding like a California hippie (which I partially am), such moments fill me with gratitude for what we have here, in this moment of our lives, for being healthy and surrounded by people we love and who love us. Despite the fact that we live in the midst of one of the most consumerist societies in the world, some of us here live our lives in the simplest and most rewarding way possible.

Below are a few more photo captures from Megan's birthday dinner.

Cole's dog, Becky, likes to stare a lot. So we had a stare-out.
Bailey's delicious strawberry, blueberry and peach pies.
The best shrimp ceviche ever known to mankind.
Veggie shopping basket.
Fried plantains.
There's no friendship like Anne and Megan's.
The hot couple visiting from San Diego.
Feeding your boyfriend little scoops of ceviche = love.
Cole killing it in the kitchen.
Warm sopes and fried plantains.
What a babe!
While everyone else is in the hot tub, we talk about Edible City, Andrew's new documentary.


Bailey making pies.
Fresh plantains.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Romanian Food, Probably The Best In The World

Ok, yes, I'm biased, because I am Romanian and my taste buds have been trained ever since I was a kid to love this food. But seriously - you have to try it and you'll know what I mean. Unfortunately, there are no Romanian restaurants in the Bay Area. It makes my heart break at the thought that San Francisco foodies are missing out on such an exquisite display of flavor. Given that we are fortunate to live in an area with easy access to almost any cuisine in the world, you name it, the lack of my own nationality's cuisine in the San Francisco's culinary landscape is a great loss. I secretly dream that one day I'll open up a Romanian restaurant. If you're a foodie, an investor and are reading this, hit me up! Chances are we might do business together.

I know that you're drooling at the photo below, so let me get down to the business of describing what these tasty-looking fellows are.


They are called papanasi and are a famous Romanian dessert. The dough is mixed with a soft creamy cheese, similar to ricotta. It is then deep-fried, holed in the middle and stuffed with sour cherry marmalade. It is served hot with a side of sour cream, which you can drizzle (or downright pour) on top of these things. It's probably a bazillion calories, but who cares... you gotta live once in a while.

Above is one of the oldest and most popular restaurants in Bucharest. It's called Caru cu Bere and is located in the Old Town. It's been around for over 100 years and it has gorgeous paintings on the walls and ceiling on the inside. I didn't take any photos myself, because I've been there way too many times and I sort of take it for granted by now, but here's a photo gallery, to get an idea. The name of the restaurant means something along the lines: "The horse-drawn carriage full of beer." It's always packed, any day of the week and any time of the day, from early morning till late in the night.

Above: my portion from a mixed grill we ordered. Grilled meat is just as important in Romanian cuisine as it is in Argentine or American. We grill the shit out of anything made of meat, but we never grill any veggies. I actually think there are no vegetarians in that whole country. Which reminds of a scene in the movie "Everything is Illuminated," where the main character, this young Jewish-American boy, goes to Ukraine to trace back his family that lived there before the Holocaust. He is served dinner one night by some distant relatives, but they only have meat dishes and he's vegetarian. Upon trying to explain to them that the doesn't eat meat, they look at him confused and exclaim: "What's wrong with you?" This is exactly the kind of thing my grandma would say. (Side note: the red veggies at the bottom of the image are bell peppers pickled in vinegar. Their texture and flavor go really, really, really well with steaks. One of my favorite things in the whole world.)

 Inside the restaurant Caru cu Bere. I guess I took a photo after all.

 Romanian dark beer.

Ciorba de vacuta (beef sour soup) is again one of my favorites in the whole world. I should probably stop saying that, because it applies to almost everything in this post. Ciorba de vacuta is made of many veggies chopped up in small cubes and boiled together with small cubes of beef. At the very end, the souring agent is being added. In Romanian we call this souring agent "bors." The term was most likely borrowed from Russian, but it has nothing to do with the Russian "borscht." The Russian borscht is made of beets. The Romanian bors is a clear and extremely sour liquid obtained from pouring hot water over fermented wheat bran. It is actually packed with vitamin C and great to drink by itself. So, bors is poured on top of the beef soup at the very end of the cooking process, to give it its specific sour taste. (Side note: in many Southeast Asian countries tamarind is being used as souring agent for soups.)

Ciorba de burta (tripe soup) is one thing I've never been able to get into. It's a sour soup packed with little slivers of beef stomach lining.

Mamaliguta cu branza (polenta with cheese) is a typical appetizer in the countryside. The food order is as follows: 1) polenta with cheese, 2) sour soup, 3) main dish (usually meat and a side), 4) coffee and cookies for dessert. The Romanian polenta is very different from the Italian version you might be used to getting at fancy restaurants. It is made of course ground corn, has a harder consistency and is cooked in an iron cast pot. In fact, peasants in Romania eat polenta every day, so they have a dedicated iron cast pot just for making polenta. Polenta is usually served with a salty sheep cheese called "telemea" and butter. It goes down best with generous shots of moonshine (plum brandy.)

Sarmale de varza (minced meat rolls in pickled cabbage leaves). Above is my mom, starting to make about 200 of these rolls. Many Romanian dishes are very labor intensive, and I often feel bad for all the women who spend half of their waking life cooking up for their families. My mom is definitely one of those women, she works her ass off in the kitchen every day and always whips up the most delicious meals. The minced meat for "sarmale" can be either just pork, or a combination of pork and beef. My mom adds beef to make them "leaner" and "healthier," but I think they're tastier just with pork. You can also add smoked bacon for extra flavor. The meat mix also contains rice and condiments. The pickled cabbage leaves are carefully pre-cut to the right size, so that the sarmale are not too bulky. When they're ready, they are layered in pot as follows: one bedding of finely cut sauerkraut at the bottom, a layer of sarmale, then another layer of sauerkraut, followed by another layer of sarmale and so on... until the pot is full. The pot is filled with a water, oil and tomato sauce concoction and set to boil for a few hours.


 And this is how the end product looks like.

Pan roasted chicken livers with mashed potatoes.

 Grilled ribs.

Goulash - a Hungarian stew that is also very popular in Romania.

White bean soup with smoked ham and bacon. It's served with raw red onion on the side. This dish is probably the Romanian equivalent of "comfort food." There's nothing that tastes better than a hot bowl of this soup on a cold winter day.

 Gingerbread cookies.

 The two Annas and I were very excited about the candy selection. We went craaaaaazy!

A great variey of halvas with all kinds of nuts and raisins.

I'd like to add that this blog post covers a very small selection of the amazing Romanian cuisine. It only covers some of the foods we ate while on this trip.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

The Double-Edged Sword of Tourism

The idea for this blog post came after a heated conversation my Romanian friends and I had over a beer (ahem, many beers, actually) in Bucharest last night. Romanians are always obsessed with their image abroad. "Obsessed" is probably not the most accurate choice of words - it should rather be interpreted as: "self-conscious about their already tarnished image in the eyes of Western Europe." Sometimes even to the point of over-compensating, sadly and unnecessarily.

Often, countries that feel self-conscious about their potential, try (too) hard to show off their goods, promote their great touristic and human assets, boast about their great history and achievements. Marketing programs for tourism often succeed to create that "desirable" image of a place you really want to go to. Whether it's in the great photography employed (often from a certain and only angle that shows the goods in the right light,) or in well-written copy, these ads succeed in luring the tourist into visiting the next hot destination. Once they get there, the situation may be completely different and off-putting. Here's why...

Vicky, a sweet young boy from Varanasi, India, who helped Anne buy, transport and ship a sitar.
We were in a hotel somewhere in India and met two Italian boys. They seemed nice, and we were craving for conversation with like-minded people, in a country where all men stare at you like you're some porn-star.We invited them into our room, where the 5 of us hung out and talked for a few hours over big bottles of water (alcohol is not quite legal in certain parts of India, so many hotels don't serve it.)