That’s £16 alone for just the hand wash. Not available for sale at R&M.
Raw Sicilian prawns with some Instagram
Super delicious fritto misto.
Wine on tap!
For someone that is normally bang on time, I’ve been late to the Rex & Mariano party. Actually, I’ve been late to a lot of parties since I returned to London last summer. All work and no play makes Krista a very, very dull gal. So I am making up for lost time! Lots of lost time. I’ve missed Mr. Noodles and Su-Lin! It’s been too long. But there we were, just like it were yesterday (or, errr five years ago) helping ourselves to all the delicious things at Rex & Mariano with greedy abandon.
Because Rex & Mariano is delicious. Very delicious. Especially if you are like me and want to eat nothing but seafood until the day you die. (I will die slowly…of mercury poisoning.) And Rex & Mariano is not too pricey either! iPad ordering keeps their labor costs low. So that’s neat.
We ate a lot of things at Rex & Mariano and there were only two disappointments: the mushy salmon carpaccio and the courgette fries. So don’t get those, but get everything else! Especially the fritto misto. And the Sicilian prawns. All the Sicilian prawns.
Strangely, for a Saturday lunch time, the place was eerily empty. In fact, every time I’ve walked by Rex & Mariano, it’s been eerily empty. That’s more Sicilian prawns for me then!
Other lessons learned:
Pace your ordering. We ordered all our mains at the same time and, well, they all arrived at the same time. (Surprise!!) We could have used some spacing in between, given that we were sharing everything.
Wash your hands! You can wash your hands all over Rex & Mariano! It’s actually GENIUS. And they have Ren products in the loo if you really want to walk all the way back to the loo to wash your hands with very expensive stuff that smells really nice.
Wines on tap! Lots of wines on tap! Another genius idea! I want to hang out at the bar at Rex & Mariano just so I can drink from all the wine taps! That being said, I am a firm believer now in the £3.50 125 ml house wine. (That’s a £21 bottle. Just take a £10.50 bottle and put a 50% markup on it and then sell it by 125 ml pourings and you’ll get to £3.50.) I am going to forget the exact numbers on R&M’s menu, but the wines by the glass started more in the vicinity of £5 quid a glass.
I’ve been spelling focaccia wrong for most of my life.
I really should start cataloging the hand wash used in restaurant loos along with the cheapest wine by the glass. It’s fun!
The Verdict: GO. Eat all the Sicilian prawns and wash your hands multiple times.
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Yes, I have left my job. “Quit” sounds no negative. I did quit, it’s true. But I prefer the term “left.” I have a lot of thoughts about jobs these days. I’ll save them for when we have coffee. (Keep reading.) Here’s what I’m going to do next…
1. Have fifty coffees with fifty people. My friend Antonia told me about this article in Inc. about making big life decisions. I like it. I’m going to do it. I’ve already started doing it. Do you want to have coffee with me and talk London and travel and social media and life changes? Let me know and I’ll add you to my list of 50 people to have coffee with. (Also, it doesn’t necessarily have to be coffee. We can eat too. Or drink. I’m kinda on a fiscal diet though, just to be clear.)
2. Do the things I said I was going to do in this post and do them soon. Like this summer. Before the August bank holiday weekend, if I have to give myself a deadline.
3. Do more with social media. Instagram, Twitter. In the early days, 3,000 followers on Twitter was a big deal. Now it is nothing. London moved on in the four years I was gone. (Four years!) Things changed. People changed. I’ve changed. I’ve been working too much. I gotta get back IN IT. I can’t decide if I should do more with Vine because part of me thinks I should concentrate my efforts on one photo/video platform and Instagram lets you do video so why should I use Vine too? Please advise. Also, I have looked at Snapchat but I am not sure about that one either, but maybe I will try it out and see. I will set a goal of three two Snapchat videos by the August bank holiday weekend. That sounds good.
4. Get rid of stuff. I am trying to lead a simpler life. I’ve downsized a lot already — stuff expands to fill the space, my people — but I want to downsize more. Purses, shoes, old documents I’ve been carting around. A lot of it has to go. I want to live in an oasis of calm. I want to be able to move at a moment’s notice.
5. Spend more time with my blog. I love my blog, even though I hate it (and WordPress) sometimes. I’ve missed my blog. It makes me a better person. I plan on spending more time with my blog. (“More” is to be defined.)
6.. Go to cardio boxing more often. Like I said before…stuff expands to fill the space.
7. Go to Berlin in July. And travel more, in general. I’m at 48 countries so far. I’d like to hit 50 before the year is over.
I think seven goals is enough. Don’t you? Oh and before you think I’m totally crazy for leaving a good job with a good company — my parents don’t think I’m crazy and that’s very important! Everything is going to be a-ok!! I promise. I’ve got a new gig that I’ll tell you about soon…when we have coffee!
I really should really know better. Luxury hotels in the Caribbean are for honeymooners, not solo travelers. I would have been better off at the Westin and I bet the wifi would have been faster too. But I was so pulled in by the Eden Roc Cap Cana. The photos online, the reviews, the private pool…everything was so tremendous that once my overworked brain found a (relatively) good deal on Splendia, I had to book it. And I did book it. And I confirmed with them my name and that I was traveling alone for a few days before my cousin’s wedding and wanted some peace and quiet to hang out and brush off the jetlag.
Still, the envelope in my room read “Mr & Mrs. Passportdelicious” and everywhere I went, the staff wanted to know if my husband was joining me. “Nope, it’s just me,” I would chirpily reply before delving into whatever dish or cocktail they put down in front of me.
Traveling solo in some parts of the world requires firm belief in oneself. Yes, it does.
I wanted to like Eden Roc. And I did, kinda. But it wasn’t my favorite hotel ever which at this price, it really should have been. (There’s a Grand Hyatt in Doha that currently holds pole position.) Here are my pros and cons of my stay at The Eden Roc Cap Cana…
I loved the golf cart that came with my villa. Me and the golf cart had a lot of good times, driving around Cap Cana, checking out the new construction.
The bartenders in the bar were the sweetest and nicest to me and made me all sorts of lovely rum concoctions.
The bath products in the room were really really nice and in plentiful supply.
The TV in the room was huge. If you’re into that sort of thing.
The beach was lovely and small and private. People online complain about this, but I really liked it.
I got a really good gel manicure at the spa.
I had a “private” plunge pool.
Cool iPad that controlled the lights in the room. (Although sometimes, I just wanted a switch.)
The hotel slippers were cute and green.
No Dominican rum in the minibar! Seriously…where am I??
Staff on the beach were fairly absent and had shorter-term memories than I do. I just wanted some water. One day, it never arrived. The next, it arrived ages later.
The pool area was seriously lacking in atmosphere and waitstaff, although the club leading into the pool was gorgeous and the staff there were friendly and nice.
Dearth of bottled water. You are not supposed to drink the tap water at Eden Roc but you’ll be lucky if you get two bottles of Dasani a day. Small bottles.
Late-running turn-down service. I was ready to crash by 8 pm and turn-down still hadn’t arrived by then, meaning I missed out on additional bottled water. (I suppose I could have called and asked for some, but I didn’t.)
$20 surcharge for room service. Seriously? I think when you’re paying this much for a hotel room, $20 extra for room service is a joke. Especially when there are golf carts.
My gel manicure cost $65 USD.
SLOW wifi, particularly during peak periods at breakfast and dinner. Again, if you’re paying this much for a hotel, the wifi better be the super-super-fast kind. (My speed tests at Hotel Wifi Test — my new favorite website — came in at a very average 2.5 mbps.)
My private pool was surrounded by wasps. Also, re the “privateness” of the “private” pool, anyone could have walked into the pool area at any time. And indeed they did, on my first morning when they were cutting the grass and spraying for bugs and on the 2nd morning when they were cleaning the pool.
Housekeeping took at least one hour to clean my villa. Yes, I counted. I came back from the beach one afternoon to see that housekeeping was inside my villa. So I drove around and around and around on the golf cart waiting for them to leave. Finally, after an hour, I gave up and just went inside. They needed about ten minutes before and then they were done.
Food was only so-so. At this price, I wanted to be wowed. I wasn’t.
So in the end…would I do it all over again? No. I mean, the golf cart was fun but I bet I could have equal fun somewhere else for a lot less money. The golf cart was just a bonus. Pay attention to my upcoming post on my stay in Santo Domingo for more on this topic.
This week, I’m giving away a free year’s membership to HomeExchange.com, a £100 value. HomeExchange.com is a global community of 65,000 like-minded people around the world across 150 countries.You may have heard of or experienced house swapping yourself. It’s incredibly fun and cheap and means you can go anywhere, live like a local, and stay for free. The money you save on accommodation can be spent on meals out, sampling the local cuisine, regional specialities, wine tasting or even the local beer! See end of post for contest logistics.
Members’ homes come in all shapes and sizes, from cozy apartments to sprawling estates and everything in between. Home exchanging means that other than the cost of getting there, a holiday anywhere in the world doesn’t have to cost anymore than staying at home.
Home exchanging is similar to Couchsurfing because it’s free, but it’s also reciprocal. It’s also similar to Airbnb because you host like-minded people at your home, but it does not cost you any money to stay at someone else’s place. Check out these links for more info.
To enter this giveaway, do one — or both — of these things. Yes, if you do both, you get two chances to win.
1. Comment on this blog post. 2. Become a Facebook fan of Passportdelicious.com and comment on the post about this giveaway with something like “Please enter me into the giveaway.” If you win this way, make sure you check your “Other” folder on Facebook after the contest ends to see if I contact you.
Do either (or both) of these things by Sunday, May 24th at 8 pm London time, when the contest will close. Within 24 hours, I will then use Random.org to choose a winner. (I’ll count blog comments as even numbers and Facebook comments as odd numbers.) The winner must respond with their details within 24 hours of me contacting them. Otherwise, the prize goes to the runner up! Good luck everyone!!
I had no set expectations of Santo Domingo, the capital city of the Dominican Republic. I just knew that as long as I was flying all the way to Punta Cana, I might as well see Santo Domingo too. It’s only a 2 hour and 20 minute drive from Punta Cana to Santo Domingo — trust me, I did it twice — but the two are worlds apart. Punta Cana is all mega-resorts and all-inclusive and casinos and beaches and spray tans. Santo Domingo is all colonial charm and street hawkers and pot holes and UNESCO World Heritage.
In a crazy way, Santo Domingo reminded me of Damascus, without the crowds and with less clothing.
I arrived in Santo Domingo in the heat of midday. Not a good look. It took me about two hours of roaming around to shake a weird feeling that I can’t explain. There’s a pedestrian street that all the guidebooks talk about, but I wouldn’t really recommend it unless you like the cat calls. I do not like the cat calls, even when they are the multilingual cat calls. Dominicanos like to chat, which is a good thing I suppose, but a weird thing when you are on your own. Better were the quiet side streets and the lovely little doorways and alleyways where everything was quiet and peaceful and I was able to shake the weird feeling.
Within an afternoon, I fell so much in love with Zona Colonial that I barely left it. This makes me a bad tourist. A convenient tourist. But I talked to a lot of people in Zone Colonial and I learned a lot of things about colonialism and immigration and Haiti and rum and I was enjoying myself so much that I really didn’t want to leave. Even though it was hot. So hot. The Spanish brought windows that closed against the heat to Santo Domingo. The French brought the balconies to escape the heat. But on the street, where I was most of the time, there were no windows or balconies and the heat was inescapable.
Christopher Columbus discovered Hispaniola in 1492. The island was inhabited by native people at the time, and the story goes that diseases from the new world decimated the native population. But ask the locals and they will tell you about the small villages inland in the DR, where the people look like no one they have ever seen before.
I tried to ask my tour guide where his family was from originally. “Oh you know. A man came from Portugal many years ago. He had a baby with one lady and a baby with another lady and then a baby with another lady. We think there were three brothers.”
The guy you never heard about in history class — or at least I never did — was Christopher Columbus’ brother, Bartholomew. Bart was the guy that established Santo Domingo as Santo Domingo. But Spain, according to the Dominicans, eventually abandoned Hispaniola and the short story is that the French took over and things went downhill quickly. Colonialism is a tragic thing and people have a lot of opinions about it, even 500 years later. Almost as many opinions as they have about baseball.
The only thing everyone I talked to in Santo Domingo could completely and totally agree on was that Julio Iglesias is not a nice person. I am not sure how he has managed to piss off so many individuals in one country (especially taxi drivers), but he has. (Julio has had a home in the Dominican for many years.)
Oscar de la Renta is held in much higher regard. Excellent regard. A good man. May he rest in peace.
These are the things I like to know when I visit a place. Santo Domingo delivered. I think it is at a tipping point. Give it some high speed broadband and the Digital Nomad expats will follow.