It was a lovely birthday celebration…

The restaurant where we dined last night is located in this hotel.

Last night, on my 78th birthday, Tom and I headed to the popular local pub tucked inside the Neptune Grand Hotel. After days of quiet routines and home-cooked meals, it felt wonderful to be out and about, stepping into the gentle hum of conversation and clinking glasses that only a well-loved local spot seems to carry.

We settled ourselves at the bar, always our favorite place to begin an evening. There is something comforting about sitting shoulder to shoulder with locals who clearly consider this their regular haunt. Before long, we found ourselves commiserating in that easy, friendly way that happens in small towns. A few laughs were shared, a few stories exchanged, and for a little while, we soaked in the pleasure of being among people while marking another birthday along this winding road of life.

After a few drinks, we meandered into the main dining room for dinner. The room itself has a pleasant, relaxed ambiance. Nothing pretentious, nothing overly formal. Just comfortable lighting, well-spaced tables, and the soft murmur of fellow diners enjoying their evening. It suited us perfectly.

This was my shrimp dinner: prawns in a gluten-free sauce with a side salad.

There were only a few menu options that worked well with my way of eating, which is always a challenge when dining out. Still, I found myself drawn to the dish shown here. It arrived nicely presented and, I must say, it was quite tasty. The flavors were good, and the preparation was clearly thoughtful. But in the end, it simply was not very filling. Those of you who follow along with our low-carb lifestyle will understand how sometimes a dish can check all the right boxes and still leave you wishing for just a bit more substance.

Even so, we enjoyed the experience. Sometimes it is less about the plate in front of you and more about the moment you are living.

One of the highlights of the evening was when our friend and future landlord, Terry, stopped by to wish me a happy birthday. That simple gesture meant a great deal to me. Terry and his wife have already shown themselves to be such a warm and wonderful couple, the kind of people who make you feel immediately at ease in a new place. In just a week from tomorrow, we will be moving into their holiday home across the street from the beach, and I must admit we are very much looking forward to that next chapter.

When we returned to the house after dinner, both of us were still a little hungry. No surprise there. So we did what has become our reliable little ritual. We each cut a generous hunk of aged cheddar cheese and enjoyed it quietly at home. Simple, satisfying, and exactly what was needed to hit the spot before calling it a night.

Tom’s chicken parmesan dinner with chips and salad. In many parts of the world, French fries are called “chips.”

Our landlord here in this temporary house, Karen, is also a lovely local. We have been fortunate once again to land among kind and accommodating people. It never ceases to amaze me how often that happens in this nomadic life of ours. Here’s the link to Karen’s property, which we are currently renting.

This morning we were back in our comfortable routine. We prepared the Keto Hamburger Scramble for tonight’s dinner and already have it fully cooked, waiting in the refrigerator. This evening will be easy. We will simply heat our potions in the microwave and serve them alongside a large fresh salad. After last night’s lighter restaurant meal, that hearty scramble is sounding especially appealing.

Soon we will head off to Henk’s market to pick up a variety of ingredients for meals we plan to make here during this final stretch before our move. We are trying to be mindful not to overstock. Moving food from one place to another is never high on our list of favorite activities. Fortunately, the new house is delightfully close, a two-minute drive, to the market, which will make future shopping both easy and pleasant. It’s only been a 10-minute drive to Henk’s IGA market in Penguin from this property.

And just like that, another birthday has gently come and gone. No big fuss, no elaborate celebration. Just good company, kind people, and the quiet contentment that continues to follow us wherever we land.

That is it for today, folks. Have a lovely day and be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, February 21, 2016:

This colt in New Plymouth, New Zealand, was too shy to approach us. For more photos, please click here.

We lucked out!…What a relief!…Today is my 78th birthday in Australia…It’s tomorrow in the USA!…More new photos…

A lovely spot to savor the exquisite little beach town.

Yesterday, although we weren’t particularly optimistic, we headed out to the local pharmacy with a mission in mind. With our April cruise steadily approaching and memories still fresh from the last time we each battled three strains of flu on that 47-night voyage, we knew we didn’t want to take chances. Not at our age. Not with my cardiovascular disease and Tom’s pulmonary fibrosis. So, despite the uncertainty, we decided it was worth trying to secure Tamiflu in advance.

When we booked the 11:00 am appointments with the nurse practitioner at the pharmacy, the receptionist was very clear. The consultation would cost US $85.08 (AUD $120.56) for both of us, and there was no guarantee we’d walk away with prescriptions. Even if the medication couldn’t be prescribed, we would still be responsible for the appointment fee. It was one of those moments in travel life where you weigh risk versus peace of mind. We exchanged glances, took a breath, and booked it anyway.

Sitting in the waiting area, I’ll admit I kept my expectations low. We’ve learned over the years that healthcare systems abroad can have their own rhythms, rules, and occasional roadblocks. When we explained our medical conditions and why we wanted Tamiflu on hand for the cruise, the nurse practitioner listened carefully and seemed to understand our concern. That alone was reassuring.

The stunning view of the Bass Strait from downtown Penguin.

But then came the hiccup.

When he tried entering our information into the system, it wouldn’t accept us without an Australian Medicare ID. Of course, one of those technical barriers that can stop everything in its tracks. For a few minutes, it looked like we might have paid the consultation fee only to walk out empty-handed.

To his credit, the nurse practitioner didn’t give up. He stepped away and called his supervisor to see if there was any workaround. Those next fifteen minutes felt much longer than they probably were. We sat quietly, trying not to get our hopes up while also silently willing the universe to cooperate.

We have always loved seeing these perfectly shaped evergreen trees.

Finally, he reappeared in the waiting area with the words we were so hoping to hear. They had figured it out.

He was able to process our information and prescribe two rounds of Tamiflu for each of us. The wave of relief that washed over us in that moment was enormous. After everything we went through on the last cruise, having this medication in hand feels less like a luxury and more like a necessity.

We had hoped to receive three courses each, but in the end, we were happy with the two rounds per person. Not perfect, but certainly workable. The pharmacy filled one box of ten tablets each, one treatment round for each of us. The cost came to US $156.00 (AUD $220.92) for the medication itself. We can return in a few weeks for the second box each, when they approved one refill each.

Penguin trash bins.

When we added the consultation fees, our total out-of-pocket expense for the two boxes each, the total was US$ 241.08 (AUD$341.44).

Was it cheap? No.

Was it worth it? Absolutely.

Based on experience, if we were forced to obtain Tamiflu on board the ship, including the medical visit and marked-up medication, we’d likely be looking at about US $700 to AUD $991.40 per person. By taking care of it here in Penguin, we saved a substantial amount and, perhaps more importantly, gave ourselves a sense of preparedness that money really can’t buy.

We’re calling this a win and are very glad to have this task behind us.

On March 1, we’ll be moving to Terry and Fran’s holiday home, the same house we rented ten years ago, Sunrise at Penguin. We’re enjoying the beautiful temporary holiday home in the interim while we wait to move.

Today marks my 78th birthday. This afternoon, around 4:30, we’ll make our way back to the Neptune Grand Hotel for happy hour at the bar, followed by dinner in the restaurant, the same lovely spot where we dined with Terry and Fran last week. As it turns out, the lovely restaurant offers a complimentary birthday dinner, which feels like a sweet little bonus and perfect timing for our planned return.

If yesterday was about peace of mind, today will be about celebration, gratitude, and quietly appreciating another year of this remarkable nomadic life.

No doubt, it will be a good day.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, February 20, 2016:

Denise, our server, fired up Tom’s Steak Diane Flambé using Pernod and white wine while I took this shot. For more photos, please click here.

Out to dinner in Penguin…Delightful evening with our upcoming landlords…

Tom enjoyed being out to dinner, especially with the excellent Thursday senior special that included dessert.

There’s something special about the way travel humbles us. On Thursday evening, after what had been one of the more surprising days in our many years of wandering this planet, we found ourselves sitting across the table from Fran and Terry, the very landlords of our upcoming March 1 rental in Penguin.

If you didn’t read yesterday’s post, here it is. It tells the story of our unexpected arrival in town… without a place to stay. A simple mix-up in dates, confirmed long ago, somehow unraveled in real time. And just like that, we were in Penguin with our luggage and no holiday home waiting for us, at least not until March 1. The already homeless couple became homeless even further.

But here’s the beautiful part.

Instead of awkwardness or frustration, there was kindness.

It was hard to believe it had been ten years since we rented from Fran and Terry, a lovely couple.

Instead of blame, there was grace.

Fran and Terry opened their home to us that first night, and within hours, they had helped us secure a lovely interim property, where we’ll happily stay for the next two weeks, until Sunrise at Penguin becomes available on March 1. We are more than fine. In fact, we’re grateful. These little bumps in the road often turn into the stories we cherish most.

Feeling bad about the mix-up, Fran and Terry insisted on taking us out to dinner on Thursday evening. And not just anywhere.

Here’s my Valentine’s Day date, in 2016, smiling as always. For more photos, please click here.

Last evening’s dinner out with Dave and Eing…Five days and counting…

The view from the Mangawhei Tavern as we settled in for dinner.    

Last evening unfolded in one of those quiet, meaningful ways that travel sometimes gifts you when you least expect it. Our thoughtful landlords and new friends, Dave and Eing, insisted on taking us out to dinner, and from the moment we set off, it felt less like an evening out and more like a continuation of the kindness they have shown us since the day we arrived. Early on, we decided we’d pick up the bill.

There was plenty of indoor and outdoor seating. We dined outdoors.

They picked us up as we headed to the town of Mangawhai, where they took a short detour to show us the popular beach. Tomorrow, we’ll share those photos. By 6:15, we entered the Mangawhai Tavern, a familiar local spot that hums with easy conversation and the comfortable pace of a community that knows one another well. There were singles, couples, and families, many with their dogs in tow. I always enjoy visiting restaurants where dogs are allowed outdoors.

Dave and Eing had made a reservation, and our table was ready for us.

The light was already beginning to soften as evening settled in, and there was that relaxed, end-of-day feeling that makes conversation flow a little more freely. We slid into our seats at a large outdoor picnic table, where staff warmly greeted us as we ordered our beverages. Tom ordered beer, and I ordered a glass of Malbec, one of my favorites. In moments, we had our menus in hand, and I perused the menu to see what would work for my eating style. My dish, as shown in the photo, was gluten-free and mostly complied with my way of eating. Tom decided on the delicious fish and chips, as did Dave and Eing.

Tom, ever discreet, quietly made his plan known to the waiter. He asked that the bill for the evening’s drinks and dinner be brought to him when the time came. It was a small gesture, but an important one. After all, Dave and Eing had already done so much for us, and it felt right to return even a fraction of that generosity. Tom gave me a glance and a subtle nod, the universal sign of “it’s handled,” and we settled back into the evening, unaware that events were already moving in a different direction.

Dogs allowed!

Unbeknownst to us, Dave had his own plan in motion. Somehow, between conversation and laughter, he managed to get to the waiter after Tom had talked to him, well before the rest of us had any idea what was happening. By the time plates were cleared and the easy, satisfied pause that follows a good meal arrived, the bill had already been paid in full. There was no discussion, no opportunity to protest. Dave had quietly and decisively taken care of everything.

When we realized what had happened, we were genuinely touched. It wasn’t just the meal itself, though that alone would have been generous. It was the intention behind it, the effortless way they gave without making it feel transactional or performative. Just kindness, offered simply and sincerely.

My meal consisted of a rolled piece of beef in a gluten-free au jus with grilled carrots and greens, all atop a bed of mashed eggplant. On the side was a little cup of pomegranate seeds, which I couldn’t resist. Each bite was delicious!

This dinner was only one more example of the warmth Dave and Eing have shown us throughout our entire stay. Not long after we arrived, Dave read one of my posts where I mentioned, almost in passing, that we had run out of rice. The very next day, he arrived with a fresh bag of jasmine rice, placed it on the counter, and brushed it off as though it were nothing. Those are the moments that linger, the ones that remind you how deeply people can listen and how thoughtfully they can respond.

They invited us to two parties during our time here, welcoming us into their circle and introducing us to friends who immediately made us feel included. Christmas Day dinner was another highlight, one of those dinners that carries a sense of belonging far beyond the holiday itself. We were guests, yes, but never made to feel like outsiders. Conversations flowed easily, stories were shared, and laughter filled the room in that unmistakable way that only happens when people are truly comfortable together.

They all enjoyed the fish and chips.

What we appreciated just as much as their generosity was their company. Dave and Eing have a way of making time slow down, of being fully present in conversation. The friends we met at the parties carried that same easy warmth, and by the end of each gathering, it felt less like meeting new people and more like reconnecting with familiar ones.

Travel often introduces us to beautiful and memorable places, landscapes, and experiences. But every so often, it introduces us to people who leave an even deeper impression. Dave and Eing are firmly in that category. Their thoughtfulness, their generosity, and their genuine interest in making us feel welcome have shaped our time here in ways we will carry with us long after we’ve moved on.

Last evening at the Mangawhai Tavern was about far more than dinner. It was about generosity given freely, friendships formed unexpectedly, and the quiet reminder that sometimes, the best parts of travel have nothing to do with distance at all.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, February 6, 2016:

Continuation of the historic Plas Mawr home we presented yesterday…This clever seating nook and appropriate narrow table brought visions of “tea time” to mind. For more photos, please click here.

Six days and counting…It was great to get out and see our friends!…

A kindly passerby took this photo of the four of us.

It was fantastic to go to lunch with our dear friends Linda and Ken, whom we hadn’t seen in about six years. Time has a funny way of slipping by, yet when we finally met again, it felt as if no time had passed at all. We first met them years ago in Marloth Park at a dinner party at Kathy and Don’s home along the Crocodile River.

Over the years, we’ve stayed in touch, sharing adventures, stories, and laughter along the way. The last time we were together was in Wales, where we spent an unforgettable day exploring castle ruins and savoring a long, leisurely meal filled with good conversation and plenty of laughter. Seeing them again brought back a flood of wonderful memories from that carefree day in the Welsh countryside.

My first glass of wine in five weeks. Notice the skimpy pour. It couldn’t have been more than three or four ounces.

Over the years, we spent time together in Marloth Park on various occasions when our visits happened to overlap—a happy coincidence that always led to laughter, storytelling, and shared sundowners on the veranda. Then, in 2017, our paths crossed again on the other side of the world, when we enjoyed a wonderful lunch with Linda and Ken at the famous Fortune of War, a historic pub established in 1828, tucked in the heart of Sydney, Australia. Sitting in that old establishment, with its worn wooden bar and walls steeped in seafaring history, we reminisced about our adventures in the bush and marveled at how our travels continued to intertwine in the most unexpected corners of the world.

Yesterday, when we reunited at El Tribut, an oceanfront restaurant not far from our current location, it felt like coming full circle. The restaurant, perched above the sparkling sea, offered breathtaking views of the coastline, a perfect backdrop for an afternoon of reminiscing. The Mediterranean breeze drifted across the terrace, carrying the scent of salt and grilled seafood. There’s something so comforting about the familiar energy of friends who share your passions, and Linda and Ken are very much kindred spirits. Like us, they have a deep love for travel, cruising, and discovering the world one port at a time.

Tom ordered the Beef Wellington and thoroughly enjoyed it. No bread or potatoes were served with this entree.

El Tribut doesn’t open for lunch until 1:00 p.m., which is typical in Spain and many parts of Europe. We arrived a few minutes early and waited near the entrance, chatting and catching up on recent adventures. It reminded me how different dining customs can be around the world. While Americans often have lunch by noon and dinner by six, Europeans tend to linger through their afternoons, with lunch stretching well past 3:00 p.m. and dinner not beginning until 8:00 or later. There’s a certain rhythm to this lifestyle, a slower pace that encourages relaxation, conversation, and savoring every bite.

By 2:00 p.m., the restaurant was packed. Locals and tourists filled every table, their voices blending into a pleasant hum of conversation and clinking glasses. We ordered a leisurely lunch, each of us choosing something different so we could share tastes, as travelers so often do. The food was excellent, fresh, flavorful, and prepared with care. Between bites, we shared stories from our respective journeys: ports we’d loved, favorite cruise lines, unexpected challenges, and funny mishaps that only seasoned travelers could truly appreciate.

Linda, Ken, and I ordered this fish, croaker, with a side of aubergine (eggplant) and marinated grape tomatoes.

Linda and Ken had met us from their current cruise, on their port of call to Barcelona, and they spoke with such enthusiasm about their experiences. We compared notes on itineraries, ships, and destinations, laughing at how small the cruising world can be, how often travelers cross paths without even realizing it. We also talked about how travel has changed in recent years, with fluctuating prices, evolving visa requirements, and the ever-present balance between adventure and comfort.

What I appreciated most about our time together wasn’t just the conversation. It was the feeling of connection. After years of moving from place to place, friendships like this become treasures, reminders that the world can feel wonderfully small when you find people whose spirits align with your own. We may go months or even years without seeing one another, but when we reunite, it’s as though we simply picked up where we left off.

It was wonderful to see our dear friends, Linda and Ken, once again.

As the afternoon sun dipped lower, casting golden reflections across the water, we reluctantly said our goodbyes, promising to meet again, perhaps on another cruise or in some unexpected corner of the world. The meal, the laughter, and the warmth of old friends reminded us once again why we travel: not just to see the world, but to share it with those who understand the joy of exploration.

In a mere six days, we’ll be heading to that same Barcelona port where Linda and Ken arrived and begin our 47 nights of cruising. We can hardly wait.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, October 21, 2015:

Several emergency vehicles were on the hospital property. Locals don’t hesitate to call in an emergency and feel the local care is adequate for many conditions. For more photos, please click here.

Packing day…Last night out with my side of the family…Tonight, Tom’s family…Two days and counting…

Tom wasn’t able to finish this enormous margarita last night at dinner with Greg, Heather, and the kids at El Loro Mexican Restaurant in Chanhassen. Time to say goodbye.

We had another fantastic evening last night at dinner with Greg, Maisie, and her boyfriend, Dakota, Miles, Madigan, Heather, and her daughter, Andi, at the same Mexican restaurant where we dined a year ago on our last night together.

Although the restaurant had changed hands in the past year, the food, ambiance, and service were all exemplary. But, most of all, being together one last time before we depart in two days was the most pleasing after many excellent get-togethers over the past three weeks since we arrived in Minnesota for Maisie’s graduation.

The kids have grown up so much, and we couldn’t have enjoyed them more. Each time we got together, the conversations and laughter flowed with ease, warming our hearts.

The same warm feelings were experienced with Tom’s adult kids and grandchildren on several occasions when we spent precious time with them.

Miles ordered this big plate of food and ate most of it. I forgot, once again, to take photos of people since I was preoccupied enjoying everyone’s company.

Today will be the last time for happy hour and dinner at Billy’s Bar and Grill in Anoka with Tom’s siblings and some nieces and nephews. As much as I’d like to go and say goodbye to everyone, I think that today, I need a day to finish laundry and prepare for our upcoming extended journey back to South Africa on Sunday. Tom will pick up his sisters this afternoon and head to Billy’s.

I will stay behind, awaiting the arrival of our final few packages today and finalizing some of the packing. We’re in good shape, although we will be overweight in one of our two bags. We purchased a lot of clothes and supplies while we were here, and Tom got his dress suit from Greg, who had been storing it for him.

I purchased two pairs of shoes, Tom purchased one, but we have yet to discard the old shoes, figuring we’d wear them and the old clothes during our remaining three months in South Africa. Additionally, we needed to restock several supplements and health supplies that were taking up space and weight.

Additionally, Tom purchased enough Crystal Light Iced Tea to last a year, until our return to the US next year for Miles’ graduation, and I bought an equal-sized supply of Good Earth caffeine-free tea bags to make my healthy iced tea. Both of these options took up a lot of space, but neither of us is willing to drink endless bottles of water, which would further pollute the environment.

We use pitchers to make our respective iced teas and load our mugs for daily drinking, as well as when we go out and about. I never added up how many plastic water bottles we avoid using, but it’s in the thousands each year.

That’s it for today, folks. Thanks to our readers for hanging in there with us during this three-week family visit. We’ll be back to the bush in four days (including two travel days) and looking forward to seeing our animal and human friends soon.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 13, 2015:

The private swimming pool for our exclusive use at the holiday home in Trinity Beach, Australia. For more photos, please click here.

Finally out to dinner last night…What the heck have we been doing since we left Marloth Park 23 months ago?….

Here was the sunset we spotted while outside of our Kauai condo. Wow!

It had been almost three weeks since we went out for dinner after I’d been sick for 2½ weeks. It feels great to be back to myself exercising again, feeling well, and finally able to go out to dinner last night at the Speakeasy.

Although we spent every day and evening together, there’s something magical about dressing up a little and getting out of our usual environment. Without any distractions from podcasts, TV news, and streaming, we had each other’s undivided attention and, surprisingly, found ourselves catching up as if we had been apart.

It’s not as if we don’t chat all day and evening. We frequently engage in conversation and with little snippets throughout the day. But based on our together-all-the-time lifestyle, we often give one another “space” to engage in activities during the day that we each enjoy on our own.

For Tom, this may be updating Ancestry, watching sports, listening to podcasts, and researching topics he enjoys, which may not appeal to me. Once I finish the daily posts, I exercise, prepare the evening meals, and work on financial matters. Before I know it, the day is more than half over. In the evenings, we spend our time together streaming movies and TV series we mutually enjoy. We just finished a new favorite on Netflix, the astounding “Shogun,” a memorable series.

Lately, I’ve been awakening at 3:00 am, staying awake for an hour or two, and then falling back to sleep for a total of eight or more hours. I used to get by with six or seven hours at most, but in the past few years, I’ve found I function better with eight hours. Thus, I may not get up at 6:00 or 7:00 am, like Tom.

Getting up late is no problem. There certainly is no specific necessity to get up early most days. I guess this is a part of enjoying retirement. When we fly out on March 1, our flight isn’t until after 10:00 pm so that no rushing will be required. Of course, we won’t sleep for almost 54 hours from the time we awake on March 1 until we go to bed in Marloth Park on March 3,

That’s the most challenging part about getting there: it’s far away, well over 10,000 flight miles. We’ve learned not to dread the flight and to accept it as part of the opportunity to be in this magical place. I can’t believe we’re leaving in a month!

Initially, we’d planned to be away from Marloth Park for 13 months. Now, after my health issues, it will be 23 months since we left in April 2023. It’s been a long haul over these past 23 months interspersed with great experiences and some not so much. Here’s the breakdown of where we’ve been in the past 23 months:

  • April 2023: left South Africa
  • April 2023 – July 2023: The Villages, Florida
  • July 2023 – Scotland
  • August 2023: Cruise, Norway to Amsterdam
  • August 2023: Cruise Iceland, Greenland, Canada, to Boston, then back to the US
  • September 2023: Boston to Las Vegas, Nevada (we needed to renew our driver’s licenses)
  • September 2023: Las Vegas, Nevada to Minneapolis, Minnesota
  • October 2023: Minneapolis, Minnesota, to Quito, Ecuador
  • October 2023: Quito to cruise The Galapagos Islands back to Quito, Ecuador
  • October, November, December 2023: Holiday rental in Ecuador
  • December 2023 to April 2024: Ecuador to Lake Las Vegas, Nevada
  • April 2024: Lake Las Vegas, Nevada to Apache Junction, Arizona
  • May 2024: Drove from Apache Junction to Los Angeles, California, to Minneapolis, Minnesota
  • May, June, July, and August 2024: Minneapolis, Minnesota, waiting for appointments at Cleveland Clinic
  • August, September, October, November, and December 2024: Cleveland Clinic, Cleveland, Ohio
  • December 2024, March 2025: Lake Las Vegas. Nevada
  • March 1, 2025: Fly from Las Vegas to Nelspruit/Mpumalanga/Kruger Airport
  • March 3, 2025: Drive from Nelspruit/Mpumalanga/Kruger Airport to Marloth Park

Wow! After seeing this in writing, we realize how much travel we’ve done in the past almost two years. It’s exhausting just reading this! We had a lot of fun in some ways, but it was tedious and stressful in other ways. But, in any case, we are excited to be on the move again in one month!

Thanks to all of our readers for spending these long months with us. In a short time, the excitement will begin again. We are very grateful.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, February 1, 2015:

Suddenly, while driving, we stopped in Kauai for such a scene as this. For more photos, please click here.

We’re back after a wonderful weekend…Big changes I’ve made…

The Speakeasy in the Village in Lake Las Vegas has a hidden room, which can be accessed by moving a section of this bookcase, typical of speakeasies in the 1920s.
Ah, it’s a good Monday for several reasons. We have secured the house in Penguin, Tasmania, for next March and April; our laundry is washed and dried; tonight’s dinner is prepped except for the salad I’ll make soon; and this morning, when I weighed myself, I realized I had lost 5 pounds in the past month.

Since I took all those heart rhythm drugs, I gained weight when my body slowed down so much that I was barely able to move. Once we arrived here almost a month ago, I went on a rampage to get fit and lose the 20 pounds I’d gained in the past 18 months from sheer inactivity and perhaps overeating (still low carb) to soothe my weary state of mind and body.

We sat at this bar while we enjoyed our drinks and later moved to the quaint dining room for dinner, shown below,

On several occasions in the past 18 months, I mentioned trying to lose weight, but I failed miserably when the weight just wouldn’t come off. I knew I had to make adjustments in my workout routine, which wasn’t vigorous enough, and reduce the “amounts” of foods I was eating, not so much related to “what” I was eating since my diet already consisted of eating salads and healthy non-starchy vegetables, fish chicken and beef and Greek unsweetened yogurt.

A grand piano was to the far right in this quaint dining room where we enjoyed our dinner.

I knew I had to adjust the above to lose weight. Here’s what I did that finally resulted in losing 5 pounds, most of which was in the past two weeks:

FOOD

  1. I reduced the amount of yogurt I ate. I’d often have some for breakfast and more as a snack after dinner. Too much dairy prevented me from losing weight.
  2. Stop eating anything once I was done with dinner. We usually eat around 5:00 pm, and once I take the last bite, I don’t eat another morsel until breakfast the next day, usually around 10:00 am. That provides me with at least a 16-hour fasting window each day.
  3. If I feel like having a glass of wine, I have it at 3:00 pm and sip it until dinner. After dinner, I only drink water or unsweetened iced tea. At first, I felt hungry a few hours after dinner, but I fought off the temptation to have something, and soon the hunger dissipated.
  4. I reduced the amount of salad I ate with dinner each night. I ate too much salad to get full when I was not eating any starchy side dishes, which made my digestion uncomfortable. Now, after dinner, I don’t feel uncomfortably full.
  5. Tom’s bacon cheeseburger and shoestring fries as we dined in the dining room.

    My Caesar salad was topped with a good-sized blackened salmon fillet. It was delicious after I picked off the croutons I’d asked to be excluded but didn’t make a fuss when they weren’t removed.

EXERCISE:

  1. I changed my exercise routine, knowing I wouldn’t have any exercise equipment when we arrived in South Africa. Five days a week, I do a routine of walking indoors while stopping every two minutes to do various heart-pounding exercises, continuing for 12 minutes. It’s the most conducive way to get my heart rate up sufficiently to do my heart some good. Walking alone isn’t enough. My 76-year-old knees don’t invite running or walking at a fast pace.
  2. Two days a week, I use the exercise bike in the fitness center, biking as fast as I can in intervals of the highest resistance, such as in HIIT (high-intensity interval training) for 15 minutes. On February 1st, I will wean myself off the bike and increase the indoor routine, ramping it up to 20 minutes daily.
  3. I’ve become more conscientious of getting up and moving around every 30 minutes during the day when I may be sitting by saving particular household tasks for those intervals. I set the alarm for every 30 minutes up until 5:00 pm when we have dinner and relax for the evening.
    The long staircase to the upper-level cigar smoking lounge.

    The bar in the smoking lounge.

SLEEP

  1. I’ve always been a poor sleeper. In the past month, I have focused on staying off my phone when and if I am awake during the night. Now, I can get at least 8 hours of sleep each night, making me feel much better during the day.
    The humidor with cigars for sale.

    The upstairs cigar lounge.

All of the above takes a lot of motivation and commitment every day. But, as they say, I tackle it “one day at a time.” In the past week, after almost a month of this new routine, I’ve noticed about a 25% improvement in my walking ability. This is my biggest motivator, and I must continue at this pace to ensure it improves further.

A cozy sitting area in the cigar lounge.

No, it’s not easy. But if we want to continue traveling, I must work harder on my health than ever before. I am now reminded of all the years I worked out this hard and how good it was for me.

Today’s photos are from our delightful Friday night dinner at The Speakeasy, where we dined for the first time. It was such fun, and we look forward to returning shortly. On Saturday night, we dined at The Pub. In both instances, we chatted with locals, which only added to the experience.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, January 13, 2015:

This photo of the snorkeler was somewhat confusing. Could they have been conducting some research? For more photos, please click here.

It was good to go out to dinner…Are you paying for services you don’t need?…

Having our drinks at the bar during happy hour at Sonrisa Grill was fun.

The food at Sonrisa Grill is mediocre for our tastes. Tom had the beef tacos but didn’t eat the Spanish rice or refried beans, resulting in a small meal. I had a grilled chicken salad minus the tortilla strips, corn, and beans, which consisted mainly of sliced chicken breasts over big, overly green chunks of lettuce and about ¼ sliced avocado.

Tom filled up on the chips (he doesn’t like salsa), and I indulged and ate several tortilla chips, which I usually avoid. But, the total bill was only $75 compared to spending over $100 at casual dining restaurants in the US. But we didn’t complain and enjoyed being out, chatting with another couple at the bar and listening to the DJ music from the 1970s and 1980s in the main dining room.

We stayed for quite a while after eating dinner, trying to identify the songs playing and using the music-identifying app Shazam on my phone when we couldn’t figure it out. It was a fun evening.

This stairway to the right led to the main dining room, where we had dinner.

When we returned to the condo, we returned to binge-watching the British TV series “Shetland” since we’d activated a 7-day free trial on Britbox a few nights ago. Before the new seasons came out, we watched the first five seasons and only had to catch up on four seasons during the trial.

Since we’d already watched the best series on Britbox during our ten months in lockdown in India, we see no reason to continue to pay for that streaming service. I always put a note on our family calendar, Cozi, to remind me to cancel after the trial since a trial like this can automatically charge your credit card for another month or, in some cases, an entire year.

Nothing is more frustrating than to realize you’ve been paying for an app you don’t use. I frequently check with Google Play  (whatever service you are using) to see the apps I am paying for, plus our credit cards have a link that shows the automatic payments going out each month.

It’s not always easy to cancel services, and if you can’t find a good link to direct you to cancellations, the best solution is to contact customer service to do so. Oftentimes, there’s a chat module or phone number where cancellations can be processed.

Also, whenever we leave a holiday home, I cancel any delivery fees for groceries and other services. Fortunately, we get free delivery with Grubhub through our Amazon Prime membership, which we can use in many countries besides the US (not South Africa).

Although a few local restaurants offer delivery, Marloth Park is too remote for most food delivery services. But there, it’s always such fun to go out, and we never consider the need for delivered meals. Gosh, in 56 days, we’ll be on our way.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, January 4, 2015:

Lava or not, local roosters and chickens are busy peeking at vegetation, a common sight on the islands. This rooster had a keen eye on his “wife” and a chick on the side of the road. For more photos, please click here.

The rising costs of dining out…

Gorgeous flowers are everywhere on the island of Madeira, Portugal
In recent years, dining out in the United States has become increasingly expensive, and the trend shows no signs of slowing down. Various factors have driven rising restaurant prices, including supply chain disruptions, increased labor costs, inflation, and changing consumer behaviors. Today’s post explores the multifaceted reasons behind the escalating costs of dining out and the broader implications for consumers and the restaurant industry.

Last night, this mainly came to mind when five of us dined out at a casual Thai restaurant, ordering a few dishes each, such as soup and rice, salad and edamame, fried rice, and a stir-fried dish, the dishes commensurate with choices most diners would make at any Asian-type restaurant.

Only three alcoholic drinks were ordered: two glasses of wine, one beer, and one glass of root beer. This was not an outlandish amount of beverages when everyone else drank plain water. When the bill came, it was $249. We were shocked. What’s going on in this crazy time of inflation that contributed to the size of a bill for only five people in a casual restaurant when no one ordered anything excessive or out of the ordinary?

One of the primary drivers of rising restaurant prices is the ongoing disruption of global supply chains. The COVID-19 pandemic exposed the fragility of supply networks, leading to shortages of key ingredients and supplies. For instance, meat prices surged due to processing plant closures and reduced livestock production. The ripple effect of these shortages has been felt across the restaurant industry, forcing eateries to pay more for essential ingredients. Additionally, the cost of imported goods has increased due to shipping delays and higher freight costs, further compounding the issue.

Labor costs have also risen significantly, contributing to higher menu prices. The labor market has tightened, and many restaurants struggle to find and retain staff. This has increased wages and improved benefits as businesses compete for workers. The federal minimum wage has remained stagnant, but many states and cities have implemented their increases. For example, California’s minimum wage is set to reach $15 per hour in 2022. Higher prices often pass this rise in labor costs to consumers.

Inflation is another key factor driving up restaurant prices. The Consumer Price Index (CPI) has consistently increased, reflecting higher costs for goods and services. As of mid-2023, the CPI indicated a year-over-year inflation rate of approximately 5%, with food prices rising even more sharply. Restaurants that operate on thin margins have little choice but to adjust their prices to keep up with the inflationary pressures on their operating costs. Ingredients, utilities, rent, and other overheads have all become more expensive, necessitating price hikes on menus.

The pandemic has also changed consumer behaviors in ways that impact restaurant pricing. There has been a significant shift towards takeout and delivery, which come with their costs. Packaging, third-party delivery fees, and the need for digital ordering systems add to the expenses that restaurants must manage. Moreover, consumers are willing to pay more for convenience and safety, allowing restaurants to charge premium prices for these services. Additionally, the demand for locally sourced and organic ingredients has risen, and these items typically come at a higher cost.

Rising restaurant prices are straining consumers’ wallets. For many, dining out is becoming a luxury rather than a routine activity. Budget-conscious diners are increasingly opting for home-cooked meals or cheaper fast-food alternatives. This shift could have long-term effects on the restaurant industry, as establishments that cannot adapt to the new economic realities may struggle to survive. Consumers are also becoming more discerning, seeking value for money and prioritizing quality over quantity.

For restaurants, the challenge is to balance the need to cover rising costs with the risk of alienating customers through higher prices. Many establishments are adopting strategies to manage these pressures. Some are simplifying their menus to reduce waste and streamline operations. Others are investing in technology to improve efficiency and reduce labor costs. Dynamic pricing, where menu prices fluctuate based on demand, is also becoming more common. However, these measures may not offset the overall upward trend in costs.

The future of restaurant pricing in the U.S. remains uncertain. While some of the current pressures may ease as supply chains stabilize and inflation moderates, other challenges are likely to persist. The push for higher wages and better working conditions in the industry is expected to continue, maintaining upward pressure on labor costs. Additionally, consumer preferences for convenience, quality, and sustainability will likely keep prices elevated. Restaurants will need to remain agile and innovative to navigate this complex landscape.

The rising prices at restaurants in the U.S. result from a complex interplay of factors, from supply chain issues and labor costs to inflation and changing consumer behaviors. This trend has significant implications for both consumers and the restaurant industry. While dining out may become less frequent for some, others will continue seeking high-quality and convenient dining experiences, even at a premium. Restaurants adapting to these changing dynamics will be better positioned to thrive in this challenging environment. Balancing cost management with customer satisfaction will be crucial for the industry’s long-term success.

Of course, under our circumstances of dining out a few times each week, drawing us to those places where we can eat for less than $30 per person, including beverages, is preferred. Those are few and far between in Minnesota and many other cities throughout the US, and ultimately the world, as we’ve experienced over the past several months.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, July 9, 2014:

Photo of beach at our upcoming second Fiji house. For more photos, please click here.