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Entering the Purple Kingdom of His Purple Highness

You know who I am referring to by the mention of “purple” and “highness.” He mesmerized people with his singing, music, dancing, and those magnificent eyes. His name is Prince Rogers Nelson. I am not using past tense at this moment because his “friends” aka fans and estate have made sure that he lives forever. He may have left this realm on April 21, 2016. However, the musical and spiritual genius will never be forgotten. His Paisley Park estate has been turned into a museum, per the instructions of Prince, to be opened to the public for viewing.

As soon as the concert date was announced, I purchased tickets for the museum to correspond with the date of the concert. I highly recommend the VIP tour. If you go, you may as well do it big! Don’t be cheap with yourself! I booked a hotel (which I canceled later) near the first announced concert venue. Dernise, my Road Diva, and I stayed with relatives. I used a vacation day to be off work to stalk Ticketmaster to purchase our concert tickets for The Official Prince Tribute at the Xcel Energy Center before they were sold out. I was totally overjoyed to have tickets since the tickets sold out within minutes! We named it our Prince Road Trip! We drove six hours from Chicago to Minnesota. The entire time we were like teenagers.

For many of his friends/fans, the tribute concert was the beginning of accepting that Prince has moved on, and did not disappear to live happily on an island. The pre-concert event consisted of everyone in some form of purple: hair or clothes, in honor of Prince. Reporters were interviewing people. Radio stations were perched in their booths. Vendors were selling Prince souvenirs.

The stadium was filled with Prince’s fans from every corner. The concert brilliantly showed the magnificence of Prince’s gifts, his music and producing. The concert lineup was Stevie Wonder, Chaka Khan, Anita Baker, Christina Aguilera, John Mayer, Morris Day & The Time, Doug E. Fresh, and many other people. We were thrilled to be in attendance of this memorable event. Anita Baker, Christina Aguilera, and John Mayer were no shows. I was a bit disappointed because I’m a fan of them. The other listed names performed marvelously. Morris Day & The Time performed one of my favorite songs, “The Bird.” They still got it! I had a huge crush on Jerome Benton back in the day but he wasn’t with the band. I later found out that he no longer performs with the group. Sigh!

Judith Hill tore up “How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore.” She can sang! YouTube her! You can’t say enough about a performance from Stevie Wonder and Chaka Khan because they are always top notch entertainers. At one point, Stevie Wonder, was overcome mildly with sorrow from missing his dear friend, Prince. Doug E. Fresh beat boxed in a way only he can and the crowd was joyous and rocking with him. Prince muses covered many of his songs. I could go on and on but that would be hard because the concert began at around 7 p.m. and lasted until approximately 12:00 a.m. We still wanted more and didn’t want it to end. It felt too much like a goodbye.

Dernise and I attended the museum the next day. Due to zoning issues, the museum was granted temporary use and we lucked up (blessed) into attending on one of the dates not canceled. We parked in a parking lot in Chanhassen and a bus picked us up to drive us to the museum. Everyone was in a very calm mood but underneath it all just a tad bit nervous. We didn’t know what to expect. Although there are photos and videos of Prince’s estate all over the internet, many of us had never visited. We didn’t know how we would feel. Would emotion overcome us? Many people think it’s too soon from Prince’s passing and I understand their logic. However, since life is so short, I wanted to experience it while I could.

We exited the bus and waited in line for our turn to enter Paisley Park. While waiting, we were instructed that photos were not allowed and you can be banned for life from ever visiting again. One woman tried to sneak photos but the staff made her erase photos and any photos her boyfriend may have been attached to on social media. Our phones were sealed in neoprene cases that can only be opened by the staff. With the VIP tour, you can purchase a flash drive which can also be a great souvenir. It’s purple and silver. You can bring your own to take photos near Prince’s purple piano later during the tour.

Upon entering, you meet the mural with Prince’s eyes above the entrance. The upstairs is off limits to the public. The elevator in which he died is blocked off by a wall. It would have been inappropriate to have fans gawk over it. A white cage containing Prince’s doves is in view as you look up to the second level. Prince’s ashes are in a small box inside a miniature Paisley Park display in the center of the floor. Many people cried or tears flowed. The estate provided tissue for anyone that may have needed it. It was difficult looking at the ashes. His gold and platinum records are on some of the walls as well as murals of Prince and other musical acts.

His kitchen is located on the main floor too. It is set up like a small restaurant with two or three booths. We were told that Prince hung out in the kitchen on the sofa watching TV between sets. Many of the rooms are decorated very colorfully but tastefully done. Prince wouldn’t have it any other way. We visited rooms with his stage costumes. Although he had a small frame, Prince was one sharp dresser and extremely attractive. Was it Jamie Foxx that stated he was gay for five minutes after looking in Prince’s eyes? We were told that he had a personal clothes designer.

Several of the rooms played videos from concerts, interviews, and movies starring His Purple Highness. Our tour guide led us into his office. We were told that it was left the way that Prince had left it. It included his unpacked suitcase against a wall from recent travel, sketches on his table, and his cat’s cage. Someone asked about the cat and was told that family members are taking care of the cat. Prince’s sister, Tyka, walked around speaking to the guests. She was the perfect hostess by allowing us to enter her brother’s world.

Security is tight! I peeked around a corner from one of the studios and I could hear security describing me (I was wearing a gold jacket) over their radios. It should have been roped off! I didn’t know I couldn’t peek in it. Again, when I went to the bathroom, I heard security describe me as I stepped away from my tour group. The various studios are definitely top notch!

Every hallway has photos of Prince or his many gold and platinum records. Someone asked if the records could be played. The guide told us that the records are usually old records that may not have sold from another artist. The records cannot be put on a turntable and don’t work. Bummer! One hallway of photos begins with Prince’s musical journey to the present. The photos are fabulous because he was one good-looking man.

The purple room is painted with glow in the dark paint and simulates purple rain drops or sparkling stars. In the Purple Rain Room, one side contains mirrors in which Prince practiced his dance moves. Our guide told us that the motorcycle from the movie, Purple Rain, and costumes were added into the room as well as Prince’s Academy Award. The piano in this room has marks from Prince dancing on top of it! The movie screen rotates scenes from the movie. It’s an amazing experience being in Paisley Park!

This is where your purple flash drive will come into play. Dernise and I played a game of ping pong on the table in one of the studios while we waited to take our photos behind the purple piano. Our tour guide told us that Prince played the game between studio breaks. YouTube Jimmy Fallon as he describes being beat badly by Prince playing ping pong. Prince’s handwriting is on the piano. This was one of the best parts of the tour!

We also visited the NPG Club in which Prince had impromptu concerts for friends and fans. If you received a text, you were one of the fortunate ones to see him perform live in Paisley Park. This was the only place in which we were allowed to sit on the furniture. The stage is very intimate with sofas on each side. It’s lit with candles and dim lamps.

After we left the NPG Club, it was the end of our tour. We exited into a big tent that contained souvenirs (t-shirts, posters, tambourines, key chains, bags, necklaces, etc.) for purchasing. Tables and chairs were set up for our convenience. We had also purchased tickets in advance for meals created by Prince’s personal chef, Ray Roberts, that featured his favorite dishes. It was a vegetarian dish but extremely good. I missed out on the chocolate cake because the kitchen ran out.

It was sad leaving the estate but it was a wonderful feeling being able to knock the visit off of our Bucket Lists. However, we quickly recovered because we drove around and found every mural related to Prince in the area. It was a great trip.

As we returned to the bus, I took one final photo of Paisley Park as we drove off. I felt grateful to be able to visit and regretful that Prince wasn’t there. However, I felt he is in a peaceful place. I will return to Paisley Park when the round building on the side of the estate becomes a restaurant. I really hope the zoning issues are eradicated quickly to allow more fans to visit the museum. We met people from Australia, France, and other places that traveled to attend the concert and visit Paisley Park. 

The finale for our Prince Road Trip was to hit thrift stores. I can’t go anywhere without going to one and I found great deals!

You should add Paisley Park to your planned vacations or Bucket List. You will not regret it!

Tell me your thoughts! Leave a comment.

UPDATE: Paisley Park is now officially a permanent museum! Tours start again!

CUBA!! We Beat Mickey Dee’s and Starbucks to Cuba Tour! Helpful Hints!

Cuba! Ahhh! Before I tell you about my fantastic Bucket List – We Beat Mickey Dee’s and Starbucks to Cuba trip, I’ll give you a few helpful hints. See below.

1. Get a passport. You will not leave the U.S. or get in Cuba without one.
2. Go Legit. We flew on Copa Airlines from Chicago’s O’Hare Airport to Havana’s Jose Marti International Airport. Our layover was in Panama. It has been announced that American Airlines will be flying from the U.S. to Cuba. American citizens have been going to Cuba for years through the backdoor via Canada, Mexico, and Caribbean Islands. I am not sure how they are doing it but I read it’s done. Since I wanted to return to the U.S. without issues, I preferred to visit using one of the legitimate ways suggested by the U.S. Embassy in Havana via an educational tour. I write children’s books and a blog. My trip was for research and educational purposes. There are many companies that offer educational tours. Google them. Click on the U.S. Embassy’s link here to learn more about travelling to Cuba. http://havana.usembassy.gov/travelling_cuba.html
3. Sign up for the Smart Traveler Enrollment Program with Travel.State.Gov at the U.S. Dept. of State, Bureau of Consular Affairs. Click on the link.https://step.state.gov/step/ Do not go out of the U.S. without doing it.
4. Get a visa. If you think you can get in or out without it, you will be sorry. I accidently spilled sunscreen on my papers and my visa was almost destroyed while in Cuba. Luckily, the guy at customs could read enough of it and my American accent convinced him that I was a U.S. citizen.
5. Place all important documents in clear plastic inserts. See 4. My visa was the only paper that was damaged because my other documents were in clear plastic inserts.
6. Take copies of your insurance card, I.D., driver’s license and passport in case something happens to your originals. Also, leave a copy of each item at home with someone. We stayed in five hotels and only one hotel’s safe worked. Take your original documents too. You will need proof of insurance or will have to buy insurance in Cuba. No free healthcare for you there. Don’t even try it.
7. Don’t be surprised if your hotel is more like a motel. Keep in mind that Cuba is not Paris.
8. American debit and credit cards – Don’t even bother to take them. They are not accepted at this time.
9. Take enough cash for your travels and emergencies. U.S. and other countries do not have Cuban money to exchange before you leave the U.S. The exchange rate can be high. Only exchange at a hotel, bank or legitimate exchange location. We exchanged at the hotels. You will be using Cuban CONVERTIBLE Peso (CUC) not the Cuban Peso. The convertible is equal 1 peso to 1 U.S. dollar. It’s better to bring money home than not have enough. I was able to purchase two paintings at the flea market using U.S. dollars (not all vendors accept) only because there was a money exchange booth at the market and it was cheaper for the vendor to exchange than me.
10. Make sure your cell phone carrier is available in Cuba. Mine was not. I had to use Wi-Fi.
11. Wi-Fi is VERY limited. Everyone has to purchase a card. The cards are relatively cheap, 2 CUC (equivalent to $2.00 U.S.) for 1 hour or prices/times may vary. The only locations you may be able to use them are at hotels. The Wi-Fi usually only works in the lobby area. You’ll see people standing near hotel windows accessing the Wi-Fi. We bought our cards at the hotels we stayed. Side Note: They are fully aware of the political and newsworthy issues in the U.S. They definitely know about Michael Jordan, rap music, and other issues. They also Skype.
12. Buy old luggage at a thrift store. Do not take your new pretty luggage. We stayed in 5 hotels and 4 of them had bugs, mostly ants but one had roaches.
13. Take plenty of insect repellant. I sprayed my luggage with insect repellant. I also damaged the outside material of my luggage. However, no need in allowing a critter to hitch a ride.
14. Take tea tree oil. It is a natural insect repellant. I mixed into a spray bottle ¼ tea tree oil and ¾ water. I sprayed myself, clothes and beds with it. We went into the mountains and I was not bothered by bugs. I was bit by two mosquitoes on my ankle because I neglected to apply to my ankles and feet after coming out of a pool because I was previously wearing gym shoes and socks. I also used containers with Avon’s Skin So Soft to deter ants on our balcony at one of the hotels and in the bathroom.
15. Take sunscreen, hat, and an umbrella. You’ll need all three to protect yourself from the sun or rain. The Cubans do walk around with umbrellas if the sun is too hot. I bought a gorgeous one but had to leave it because of a language barrier at the airport.
16. DO NOT DRINK THE TAP WATER, AVOID ICE IN YOUR DRINKS OR EAT THE ICE. Even the Cubans drink bottled water. You should brush your teeth with bottled water too.
17. Watch what you eat and some places are not as nitpicky with sanitation as the U.S. I do not eat pork or beef. I accidently ate rice and beans with pork (It was good!) cooked in it. I was sick for 4 days.
18. Take diarrhea medication. See 16 and 17.
19. Take aspirin and all medications you may need. It can be expensive purchasing these items while in Cuba. I took my own but you may not know where to buy them or if you can. Don’t forget your toiletries!
20. Learn Spanish. I was mistaken my entire visit as a Cuban with the Cubans speaking Spanish to me.
21. Visit a museum. If you want to know about their history, learn it from them.
22. Do not take photos of military buildings, military or police, inside of some stores, definitely not grocery stores (learned that one the hard way), and a few factories.
23. Take two rolls of toilet paper, wipes, and hand sanitizer. When going into public bathrooms (restaurants included), there is an attendant usually located at the entrance. You will be required to “tip” before getting two strips of toilet paper. I believe one is to be used to dry your hands. If there is soap, you may not want to use it. I’m guessing the two strips of toilet paper are to avoid stopping up the toilets. I bought my own of everything mentioned above.
24. Tip. I noticed a few tourists not tipping. Most times, the tip was a measly coin. Just like in the U.S., the bathroom attendants rely on tips to subsidize their income. Tip them! Leave a tip for your hotel maid too. If you have a driver or guide, tip them too. We were told it was not necessary in restaurants because it was added to the bill.
25. If you do a tour and scuba diving is included, take your own equipment if you are concerned about sanitation of the equipment.
26. Do not ask about their economy or politics. It’s a No-No. I’m nosy and was told it’s not to be discussed. They really didn’t have to tell me twice.
27. At the moment, you can only bring back into the U.S. $100 US of cigars or rum and $400 US merchandise.
28. Take a garbage bag and empty sports bag for your dirty clothes and shoes. You can pack your souvenirs, clean clothes, and other purchases in your luggage and not be charged for two bags leaving the U.S., depending on the airline you use. 
29. Most hotels have mini fridges. However, they do not have microwaves – at least the ones we visited.
30. Iron your clothes and roll them before you leave the U.S. Consider yourself lucky if you have one in your room. Only one of the hotels we stayed in had an iron in the room. You may luck up and be able to borrow one from the lobby staff. My friend did and she had to nearly beg for it.
31. Take towels. You will get two bath towels per room. That’s it. 
32. Take an outlet adapter. Although you can use the outlets in Cuba the same as in the U.S., you may need it.
33. Be a polite visitor. Do not go to Cuba (or any place not your home) behaving as if it’s yours. You are a guest in someone’s home. Behave as one and be respectful.
34. Enjoy the hospitality of the people. They were the most friendliest people I have ever met. Enjoy the Caribbean Sea, beaches, mountains, Iguana Island, cobbled streets, 1950’s cars, music (it’s everywhere), flea markets, old buildings, outside vendors, cigars, rum, stars, laid back atmosphere, etc.

 
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Next Book – Little Pampu Goes to Rome

Lenny Kravitz and Rock in Roma! – Italy

First, I must explain something. Lenny Kravitz is my fiancé. Yes. In my head, he is my fiancé, boyfriend, Love Snuggles, just as any fan imagines having a fantasy relationship with one of their favorite musicians. I have a running joke on social media about our relationship. We are getting married on my next birthday. If you know him, tell him to be ready. Now, that I have gotten that joke out of the way, I can proceed to the last portion of the Italy trip.

When we were planning the trip, I discovered that Mr. Kravitz was going to be in Italy at Rock in Roma performing. Renae and I decided that it would be an awesome sendoff for us on our last night in Italy to see Lenny. On the advice of the hotel clerk, we reserved a taxi. Our driver spoke little English but was very clever. He drove us right into the gates of the concert by telling the guards we were Lenny Kravitz’s sisters. Lenny is an only child! Ha!

We waited for the concert to start and before entering the concert area; we bought scarves with Lenny’s image on them from a street hustler and wrapped them around our heads. Lenny was kissing my head! We took a photo with the Pepsi ladies for their Instagram page. It was great fun!

Next, we got called up to a small stage to sing along one of Lenny’s songs for another promotion before the concert. The minute we opened our mouths, the guy knew we were American. His choice of songs for us was, you know already, American Woman. As much as I listen to Lenny Kravitz at work, you would think I would know the words without hesitation. I totally screwed them up but ad-libbed by mentioning Little Pampu, my children’s book character. I wish I had film or a photo of our performance. Our energy was entertaining if our voices were not. I can sing a little but you would never know it based on our rendition.

I became thirsty and approached a booth selling beer and water. I asked clearly for, “Acqua,” the Italian word for water. First, the two idiots behind the booth pretended they did not hear me. Second, they pretended they didn’t understand me. Renae noticed and requested the water. One of them seemed perturbed, removed the cap and gave the water to Renae. I slid it over to my side and asked for the cap. The extremely rude woman, who previously pretended not to hear or understand me, spoke perfect English and told me I couldn’t have it. I asked her why and she told me that they remove all caps and they aren’t allowed in the concert area. I didn’t believe her but this wasn’t the first time I felt my skin color had something to do with the nastiness we encountered in Italy.

Renae and I were probably two of the ten dark-skinned people at the concert among the crowd. We stood out and that’s how I noticed the other possible eight. When we entered the crowded area, I noticed EVERYONE had the cap to their water bottles. Ridiculous! However, I wasn’t going to allow that observation to stop me from enjoying Lenny or the concert. I was going to see my man in concert for the first time and it happened to be in another country. Lenny and I were meant to be. Haaaa! 

Lenny was the headliner but his opening act was a marvelous guitarist, Gary Clark, Jr. He was awesome! Gary Clark, Jr. has a sound similar to blues/rock. Loved it! Finally, my future husband was coming onto the stage. I’ve always remarked that I would love to get my fingers stuck in his afro. He is one gorgeous man. At one point, I know he looked right at me! Anyway, his backup singers are in fabulous shape. The men in the crowd kept yelling out “Bellisimo” when the ladies were focused on the big screen or Lenny introduced them. Lenny’s drummer, Cindy Blackman Santana, was FIERCE! That woman can play!

Renae and I truly enjoyed the show. It was a fantastic way to spend our last night in Rome.

Will I go back to Rome, Italy again? Nope! God would have to tell me in a dream to go before I take that trip again. I have faced enough racism in the U.S. that I do not need to pay and fly to it elsewhere. This was my experience. Your’s may be different. 

The next Little Pampu children’s book, Little Pampu Goes to Rome, features the Coliseum and Pantheon!
 
NEXT – CUBA!! We Beat Mickey Dee’s and Starbucks to Cuba Tour! Helpful Hints!

Shopping! Shopping! Italy!

During our trip to Italy, we were anxious to find shoes like the ones worn by the women of Rome. They were wearing gorgeous and comfortable heeled sandals. I don’t think I saw one woman wearing gym shoes. Renae and I were wearing flats for all of the walking we were doing. We both are shoe lovers, (What woman isn’t?) and wanted to pick up at least one pair of Italian shoes. We had previously found a mall in Rome to shop. It was not a total bust but it reminded me of the near-to-closing malls in the States. It wasn’t crowded and did not have too many stores worth visiting. We ran across a dog (one of those tiny rat-looking dogs) in pearls and dressed for shopping. I did manage to find a pair of shoes (I attempted to wear them once and they hurt my feet.) and two unique purses. Renae found a nice jacket. The sales were great! The highlight of the mall was KFC. We were so sick of eating pasta every day (I do love pasta!) that we gorged on the chicken. It was the best tasting chicken that I had ever eaten!

The women of Italy were wearing sandals like these. I was frantic when I found these!

The rat dog – because I don’t know the breed. Is it a Chihuahua?

Paul Blart – Mall Cop! LOL!

This is a cute machine to purchase diapers.

These are the shoes that hurt my feet. Renae bought a pair too.

My unique purse. It also snaps to form a round shape.

We decided to catch the train to Valmontone Fashion Outlet. It’s an outside mall like most outlet malls in the U.S. I was hoping that it would be worth the trip because the heat in Italy was on Las Vegas hot in August.  While waiting around for our train, I took a trip to the bathroom. On my way out, I met an older gentleman, aka Papa Smurf, with a beard. He asked where I was going. I told him the outlet. Usually, I don’t EVER tell strangers about my plans.  Papa Smurf told me the mall was closed. I looked him up and down and decided that he was joking because I had researched the mall. Papa Smurf said that the mall isn’t like American malls but is closed on weekends. Since my face is very expressive, I’m sure I looked at him as if he was insane (closer to BS). He was carrying a rolling suitcase and my imagination started to run wild. His next words were asking me to have a drink with him at the bar. That was not going to happen. I excused myself and walked quickly back to Renae. Papa Smurf sat on a stool watching us. Of course, I told her of our exchange. She didn’t believe him either.

While eating our lunch, a guy approached me. He started speaking in a foreign language that I was unfamiliar with. The confused look on my face and speaking in English caused him to begin conversing in English. He asked where I was from. I told him, Chicago. He said, “No. Where are you originally from?” I said, “South Side of Chicago.” He asked my family’s origins. I told him Arkansas and Mississippi. He told me I looked Eritrean or Ethiopian. He thought I was from his country because of my skin tone, hair, and eyes. We chatted for a few. I told him of the incidents of racism we had faced while in Rome. He wasn’t surprised and stated he also dealt with it. A few days before, a Cuban gentleman discussed it with us too. Anyway, he was a pleasant young man and I wished him peace.

We headed to our train and Papa Smurf followed. Shortly after seating, Renae noticed everyone running. We didn’t ask questions and started running too. Run first, ask questions later. After we got off the train, we were told the train was not leaving the station and we had to hurry and catch the train that was just about to leave. The idiot conductor made the announcement on only one train and everyone ran when they saw a crowd running. This is where we lost Papa Smurf.

We had to catch a taxi to the mall and luckily we shared a ride with a black Italian woman and her mother. The driver didn’t understand us and we didn’t understand him. She was the perfect translator because he had attempted to cheat all of us and was unaware that she spoke Italian. The outlet was decent but the heat was ridiculous. This time, the heat-o-meter was on HELL. I walked around with an umbrella to block the sun. Renae was totally comfortable in the heat. She found a few items. We headed back to Rome.

Since we were not very happy with our shopping excursions so far, because we both really wanted leather jackets and shoes, we decided to go to the San Lorenzo Market in Florence. It’s the renowned flea market in Italy. This trip is where we had the incident of meeting the crook. We were having a hard time figuring out where to purchase our train ticket at the station. The train attendant we approached did not speak English, impatient and rude. A woman walked up to us wearing what appeared to be an employee badge. Something was off but the badge seemed legit. She asked if she could help us. We were grateful she spoke English. She graciously instructed us on the correct ticket purchase and train location. We were relieved until her sneaky behind demanded money. The attitude we had! At first, we balked because of the deception but decided to give her something for helping us. Plus, we didn’t know if she had a crew to back her up. 

Renae insisted on taking a photo with this guy. I insisted that it should be taken. LOL!

The platform at the train station.

This is McDonald’s dessert bar. I haven’t seen these in America yet.

This is what our ticket looks like.

All over Italy, we were warned about pickpockets. When I was researching for the trip, I read about pickpockets and scams (nothing mentioned the train scam). While on a bus, two women with a baby boarded with a stroller. Since I love babies, I watched them. I thought it was very odd that they took the baby out of the stroller, squeezed through the back of the bus carrying the infant, and then to the front. I tried to get Renae’s attention and tell her to watch her purse. However, the bus was too crowded. It was packed. They had to be up to no good and using the baby as a distraction. Most people would leave the baby in the stroller to keep it comfortable and out of the way of strangers. However, their actions were suspect. Sure enough, when we got off the bus, Renae realized that her purse had been tampered with. Luckily, nothing was taking.

We enjoyed the view on the speed train. The countryside looked beautiful! The trip was worth it! We found the softest leather that we had ever felt. Most stores had two shops, an inside store and stall outside. Most of the outside stalls carried the same items, belts, wallets, scarves, jackets, etc. as other stalls. I was able to pick up several souvenirs from the outside stalls. However, I found the best-looking deals inside the shops.

Many of the owners/sales people were pushy, too pushy! One ignorant fellow became upset because I didn’t purchase from him. I loved one of his jackets but it wasn’t my size. It was a little too tight. He tried his best to get me to buy it. He said that it was the Italian way to wear it tight. I told him that it wasn’t the American way. He continued to pull out jackets and insist that I try them on. I did not like them and finally headed out of his store. He said something that I could tell from his tone and mannerism was an insult. With that attitude, I left his store.

Renae and I both enjoyed our experience at the flea market. I was able to purchase two jackets and a purse to go with my other souvenirs. We were happy!

Inside the speed train – look at the monitors.

These tables and garbage bins were available for each section of the train.

The countryside was absolutely beautiful!

This river flowed through the countryside.

There were many ancient buildings we saw along the way on the speed train.

The fabulous San Lorenzo Market in Florence!

This store had the best looking purses!

Here’s a close up of one of the purses in the shop.

The shop owner for this purse gave me a glass of wine. He was one of the nicest shop owners

Our trip to Florence was a success!

This guy was trying to work and not pose in front of the camera. I got him anyway!

Train monitor inside of train as we head back to Rome.

Next: Last Night – Lenny Kravitz Concert 

Italy – Pantheon and More Thrift Stores!

Next on our itinerary was the Pantheon! I’m a big fan of ancient architecture. I like the enormity and solidness of the structures. They appear to be indestructible and considering that most have lasted through earthquakes, wars, etc., they are. We attempted to catch a bus to the Pantheon. I attempted to ask the female driver if her bus was the correct bus to catch as I was about to put my foot on the steps. Before I could get the question out of my mouth, she started yelling, “No! No! No! No! No!” and slammed the door in my face and pulled off. Did I mention the racism or colorism was alive and well in Rome? Anyway, we made our way to it. The Pantheon is also free to enter. Outside lingering around are men dressed as gladiators to take photos with the tourists. 

The Fontana del Pantheon (Fountain of the Pantheon) sits imperialistically in front of the Pantheon. The sea gods and serpents are carved from marble. It’s pretty scary looking up close. Several people left roses on the fountain. I saw a small child dip his hand in the water and put it on his face. Since it was 200⁰F (really a little over 100⁰F), I needed any excuse to cool off. I followed the kid’s lead without thinking. The water was cold and cooled my face immediately. I didn’t regret doing it until Nurse Renae (she really is a nurse) reminded me of the horrible microbes that could have been in the water from everyone dipping their hands in it. Actually, she took a lot of pleasure tormenting me about it. Ewwww!

I’m in front of the Pantheon with my 3 Chocolate Bunnies Unicorn Mug available at https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=zazzle+little+pampu&tbm=shop&spd=15061371548115469396

I walked toward the huge columns of the Pantheon while Renae took photos and the crowd was in awe too. The massive doors were open and welcomed us. It was glorious inside. The dome opening allowed light to expose the grand religious paintings and statues adjacent to the walls. The altar is facing the door opening. Several people were listening to a lecture while seated near the altar as others prayed. Many were probably taking a break and enjoying the splendor of the place while escaping the hot sun.

I stood in the middle of the Pantheon and videotaped the inside while turning in a circle. I snapped photos of each painting and the Tomb of Victor Emanuel II (first king of Italy). Several tourists were taking turns standing under the dome’s opening with their arms stretched out. The sunbeams sprinkled light dust around them as it appeared as if they were worshipping the sun. It was a great photo opportunity.

After taking several photos, we watched a street vendor escape capture from a policeman. The tiny man wiggled free from the policeman’s grasp by shimmying between his legs and leaving his merchandise. I must apologize for laughing but the way the man calmly walked away caused me to giggle. I imagined him saying, “I might get in trouble with the boss for leaving that stuff, but I’m out!” The policeman thought the vendor was harassing tourists.

After taking more photos, we decided to leave. The unbearable heat made us hungry, feel dirty and tired. We headed back to the hotel. The next day was going to be our tour of the Amalfi Coast and Pompeii! However, we got sidetracked. You guessed it – Thrift Stores! Ha! You should scroll right on past this section of the blog if you hate thrift stores. Don’t do it! You are missing a treat!

As you have seen in the other photos of thrift stores, most of them in Italy appear to have only 70’s clothing. Yet, there are many gems in the mix. Thrift store shopping is exactly like treasure hunting – you never know what you might find and how valuable it is. We did not purchase anything. We were saving our dough for serious shopping of leather goods. It’s no way you should go to Italy and not purchase leather – especially on your first trip!

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FOR JOE

Why mourn a person that you haven’t seen for twenty-five years or spoken to in over five years? That’s what I’m going through right now. I found out recently that a once close friend died. No notice. No fanfare. No obituary. Nothing came my way; just a phone call from a friend regarding a post on Facebook. Before anyone starts the negative foolishness about posting such a sensitive matter on social media, it had to be done. His family is looking for his sister, Deborah, whom they lost touch with.

His name was Joseph Todd Pearson. We met in high school through mutual friends. We didn’t date until the end of our senior year and for several years off and on. When I hear women state that there aren’t any good men around, I can agree on a certain level. That’s based on the idiots that I have dated after Mr. Pearson. Don’t get me wrong. There were a few decent ones in the mix. However, no one compared to him. A few came close. Not only was he my first love, he taught me how a woman should be treated. No – that honor does not belong to my father. I love my father dearly but Joe taught me LOVE.

Joe really was my first love and you never forget your first love. The first man to buy me flowers. He was the first man to open a door for me, help me with my coat and defend my honor. Joe was the first man to buy me a gift just because. He was the first man to tell me he loved me. He was the first man (besides my father) that wasn’t afraid to tell me the truth. He was the first man to tell me I was beautiful and didn’t mean it in a sexual manner. Matter-of-fact, he told me after I had allowed someone to plaster makeup all over my face: foundation, blue eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, rouge, and lipstick.

It had been months since I saw him. I was away for training for the National Guard. Since he was picking me up from the airport, I wanted to look fabulous. I was still in my dress uniform when he picked me up. He smiled, laughed, hugged, kissed me, told me I looked and felt muscular. He teased me about my arms (which had bulked up from all of the pushups). He avoided commenting on the makeup. He had never seen me wear makeup and I thought it would be the first thing he noticed. I finally asked him if he liked it.
His response, “You look like a clown. You don’t need makeup. You are a natural beauty. Natural beauties don’t need makeup.”

Needless to say, I was ticked off and expressed it in a very un-ladylike manner via cursing! I didn’t expect him to be so blunt, although he always was, after not seeing me for months. He pulled the car over, grabbed my face and told me calmly while looking in my eyes, “You are too pretty for all of that. You don’t need it. You are beautiful.”

I was still upset but he always knew how to calm me down. At that moment, I knew I really was beautiful. It wasn’t because Joe said so. It was because I looked in the mirror and noticed that I really did look like a clown with the exaggerated makeup on. To this day, I rarely wear any makeup except brow filler, lipstick/gloss and maybe mascara. Joe’s words always come back to me. “You are a natural beauty.”

Am I having a shoulda coulda woulda moment? No, I am not. Joe and I had that conversation eons ago. I was the one that sabotaged our relationship. I was the one that played games. I was fighting my own battles and didn’t understand love. I never really appreciated what he tried to give/show me until Karma kicked me in the behind and those games were played on me. He was my template of what a good man should be in a relationship. To this day, I will not date a man that does not treat me like a lady or with respect. My father taught me that too but Joe was the one that made it REAL.

In the aftermath of our failed relationship, he got married and I had a child. The last time I saw him, my son was two and we were waiting at a bus stop to take my son to daycare. Joe spotted me and gave me a ride. We chatted and went on with our lives and wished the best for each other.

Throughout the years, I often thought about Joe. The thoughts weren’t based on the hope of a reconciliation of our love. No. We were long past those moments. I would have dreams about him. Whenever I had more than one within a week or month, I would try and locate him. I knew something wasn’t right and I felt the urge to check on him. I tracked him down. We promised to check in on each other from time to time. Of course, it didn’t happen. That’s my regret.

Today, I searched for a few of his letters that he wrote me while I was in the service and the photo of us at our high school graduation. I’m a packrat and keep almost everything that has ever meant anything to me. I read the letters again and stared at the photo. I didn’t cry. Not one drop of a tear.

I didn’t start crying until I started writing this “memorial” for him. I’m crying because I feel Joe deserved better than what he received from life. I’m crying because I wish I could have at least talked to him one more time. Yeah. Yeah. I know. We aren’t supposed to question or ask “Why?” However, my relationship with God is very open and direct. I may not get things my way but I get answers.

Every year on his birthday, I would post “Happy Birthday” on his wall/page on Facebook. I knew he wouldn’t respond because he seldom was on Facebook. However, I wanted to keep my word by checking on him, albeit, the lazy way. This year was different. When I wished him Happy Birthday, I added “peace” at the end without really thinking about it. I had remarked to a friend previously that I felt something wasn’t right and I had hoped that all was well with him. I had no way to contact him and pushed the ominous feeling to the side. I then received the phone call reporting his death. Sigh.

There were a few rough patches in Joe’s life but he never complained. He was a private man. When we were younger, I knew his secrets and his dreams. I can only hope that he truly is resting in peace. He was a magnificent and handsome man. Everyone should know that about Joe. Yes. It is possible to mourn someone you haven’t seen in twenty-five years or spoken to in over five years. I’m mourning the man that taught me so much right now.

Rest in Peace Joe – You made a difference in my life and others. Your mission was accomplished.

Bucket List – Colosseum and ANOTHER Thrift Store!

Next on our list was the Coliseum or the official name, Colosseum, the huge amphitheater in Rome! We found it easy enough by using public transportation. Matter of fact, it was easy compared to the other locations in Rome. Even the cab drivers were confused with GPS or were they taking advantage of tourists? The streets can start off with one name and end up being two other names before you get to your location. The numbers were not in any particular order. An address with 200 can end up being next to 35 and then 400. Trees “park” next to vehicles on the streets. I love it!

When I tell you the Colosseum is huge, it’s huge! You cannot miss it! We were smart (again) and purchased tickets online before leaving the US. We did not wait too long in line. Once inside, we climbed the same stairs that the ancient Romans climbed. On one level, we saw various statues and artwork. We exited into the walkways that led around the entire area of the Colosseum. It was crowded but due to the magnitude of the place, there was plenty of room to explore. I made sure I brought my handy red umbrella to shade me from the sun. 

It was 100⁰ or more and the sun was out in full force! I was sweating before I stepped out of the shade of the entry way!  Due to the Roman heat, there are several fountains in the Colosseum to fill your water jug or mug. I had my personal mug of my own design (Click here to purchase – Mug) and I filled it a few times. I also dabbed my towel to freshen up my face. I wish I had a small spray mist bottle for my face to help cool off! Renae and I took a selfie showing our excitement of being at one of the Seven Wonders of the World!

After a while, the heat will beat you down, if you are not use to it. We headed back to the lower entrance level to wait for our tour to begin. I highly advise purchasing tickets for the Colosseum Underground Tour. We had to wait a few months to purchase them separately. The tour started shortly and we headed through a gated, locked entrance and back upstairs. I felt sorry for an elderly woman that was part of our tour. She was a trooper though. She went everywhere we went. An elevator was available for the lower area but not all areas of the Colosseum. I peeked around a fenced off area and snapped a photo of pieces of the Colosseum possibly being repaired.

 The lower level (underground) – is worth every bit of the ticket price! Our tour guide was a very knowledgeable young woman. She showed us the cramp living area where animals, prisoners and gladiators lived together. She stated that death was always around because of the unhealthy living conditions, stench and heat. There was a system for running water and latrines. However, it was not an exciting existence for anyone except the spectators sitting outside enjoying the show.

The guide explained the process in which the Colosseum was flooded to enable ships to battle to the amazement of the crowd. We looked out at the exit where Gladiators walked to perform in the Colosseum. It was amazing to see a reproduction of an elevator that was used to transport animals to the Colosseum arena. Many people were used to operate the elevator. The guide directed us to another set of stairs leading to another level. She told us each area was sectioned off by social standing. The second story we visited was for the middle class.

The magic of the Colosseum was further exposed when we saw the trap door that magically popped up animals, prisoners and gladiators to the main floor of the huge amphitheater. The tour took a depressing moment when we were showed the entrance that led to the morgue for fallen gladiators. As we walked around and listened to the guide, I hid away into a cubby hole to avoid the sun and cool off a little. After I was busted by Renae, I came out of the cubby hole and looked over an edge (slowly because I am afraid of heights) to see the entire inside of the Colosseum. Behind us was the view of Palatine Hill. This was our next stop. With our purchase of the Colosseum tickets, a visit of the Roman Forum and Palatine Hill was included.

We left the Colosseum and got turned around and could not find our way to the shortcut for Palatine Hill and Forum. We found a dark skinned young man and asked him directions. He pretended not to know and even made fun of us to his co-worker that was delivering items on a push cart. His actual words were, “It’s black Americans.” This disturbed me because not only was he darker than us but he considered himself better than us. Before I knew it, the Southside of Chicago came out and I told him he was rude.

We eventually found our way. Make sure you wear comfortable flat shoes. The cobblestone, which I nicknamed “Break Something,” is not the place to wear cute heels. The Roman Forum has the massive Temple of Antoninus and Faustina. The crumbling, massive monuments are beautiful if you love ancient architecture. This area is where Rome is said to have begun. Hunger, heat and exhaustion got the best of us. We dragged slowly through the area and headed back to the direction of our hotel for something to eat.

After eating, we found another thrift store. Come on! You knew it was going to happen. This was a smaller store and we did not purchase anything. It also contained a lot of 70s clothing. If I had room in my spare suitcase, I would have at least bought one of the men’s hats. I love the style of a man’s fedora! A pair of furry shoes also caught my eye. However, they looked like Bigfoot was missing something. They were hideous. Not my style but I am sure that someone loved them and they were extremely expensive looking.  

NEXT: MORE ITALY, LENNY KRAVITZ AND THRIFT STORES!

Bucket List! Italy, Rome, Pompeii & Others

It was just the two of us for this trip, Renae and I. The plane landed in Rome, Italy and we were greeted by the handsome Donavita, our chauffeur, with a Mercedes Benz as our taxi. We headed to our boutique hotel and checked in. The Hotel Farnese is beautifully decorated and has an elegant charm about it. Jet lag had not set in. We were ready to freshen up, hit the streets and explore!

Our first trek was to the Trevi Fountain. Unfortunately, it was closed for repairs. We continued walking. (Sidebar: You definitely need at least two pair of comfortable walking shoes and plenty of socks. Although the women wore heeled sandals, we looked like the typical tourists in our walking and gym shoes. We were still cute though!) We found the Fontana del Moro (Moor Fountain) in the Piazza Novano! It is a gorgeous fountain in the middle of a plaza. Yes! Photo shoot at the fountains!

By this time, we were hungry. We stopped off at a restaurant near the plaza. You guessed it! Pizza! It did not have a strong tomato base that we were familiar with like similar pizzas in the US. Goodness! It was freaking delicious!

We had to walk off the pizza and found the Quirinale Presidential Palace by mistake while heading back to our hotel. The heat was ruthless!  It was so hot that I hid under a red umbrella for protection from the sun. More photos were snapped! From the distance, I spotted a presidential guard or policeman. He was a Roman Sean Connery. Gorgeous! You know we had to get a photo of him!

The next day, we went to the Vatican Museum. Huge! The lines were even longer! (Advice: Get tickets online ahead of time to avoid the lines. They were around the massive building!) The museum was crowded but we were able to navigate inside. The spiral stairs are a hazard if you are not careful. They are slightly flat but with wide steps. I almost tripped walking down them. The Braccio Nuova Gallery contains magnificent busts and statues of famous emperors, Romans, gods, etc. HOWEVER, it was extremely difficult trying to figure out which busts or statue belong to whom. Many of them are mislabeled or contain the same label.

The gardens are absolutely beautiful and perfectly manicured. Due to the long lines, we did not enter the Sistine Chapel or the Basilica of St. Peter. We took more photos outside in the courtyard. In another courtyard of the museum, we were enthralled by the Sfera con Sfera or “Sphere within a Sphere” created by Arnaldo Pomodoro. It is a beautiful bronze ball. We did not know it rotated until a tour guide turned it. It is a must see!

After we left the museum, we were on the search for thrift stores. Yes! We are true Thrifters! We will find a thrift store anywhere! We had mapped out stores that were near the places we were going to visit. The best find was Pifebo Vintage Shop. Unlike stores in the US which are larger, these stores were equivalent to large closets. Pifebo is known as a warehouse. It is a much bigger thrift store with several rooms. The discount bin contained slightly worn leather purses for 10 Euros each ($10.93 USD). Renae and I found several purses! We were in Thrift Store Glory! The owners were extremely friendly and we took a group photo. May as well make good use of my selfie stick! We were exhausted from our thrift shopping and caught a cab back to the hotel.

NEXT – Coliseum and other Adventures!

Paris Trip – The Itinerary!

After checking out the neighborhood the day before, the next day we went on the Black Paris Tour. If you don’t have anything nice to say . . . The highlight of the tour was visiting Little Africa. We had a wonderful meal of fish and side dishes in a small African café. The head of the fish was still attached. Eww! The eyes stared at me creating an unnatural attachment between us. I turned the eyes away from me and ate the bottom portion of the fish. Delicious!

In the evening, we traveled to the Eiffel Tower. It was magnificent! The golden yellow lights of the tower flickered like dancing stars! The lights illuminated the tower and could be seen throughout Paris. Stunning! We arrived too late to ride the elevator to the top of the tower. However, the beauty of standing underneath it was excitement enough. 

The gigantic structure is one of the must-sees of Paris, France.  If you are up to it, you can even purchase wine from the vendors making extra money at the tower. Who knew you could purchase souvenirs and wine at the tower? We also rode the carousel! Three grown women riding up and down on the colorful animals of the ride was a sight to see. 

Our third day in Paris, we visited the Louvre Museum. Napoleon may have been short in stature but he was tall with extravagances! Among the items in the museum are his furniture, Marie Antoinette’s bedroom, and the famous painting of Mona Lisa. The magic lure of the Mona Lisa is larger than the painting itself.  The frenzied crowd fought for space to video, photograph and be as close as possible to the great woman. It was thrilling! 

The fourth day in Paris two of us joined a cooking class. The other woman went to the famous Champs-Elysees’ district for shopping. Our chef took us shopping at the street market to purchase fresh fish and vegetables to prepare our meal. We were taught how to filet (French) a fish and other lessons. It was the best cooking class that I ever had. Chef Eric was definitely not bad on the eyes!

On our return back to the apartment, we stopped off at the Pont des Arts’ bridge and purchased padlocks to place our own “Love Locks” on the bridge. Legend states that you write the name of your lover on the lock, attach the lock to the bridge, toss the key in the river, and you will be with your lover forever. Ha! Currently, the city of Paris has cut the locks off and has forbidden future locks attachments to avoid damage to the bridge. I also purchased a painting from a street vendor. I love it!

On the fifth day, we went to the castle at Versailles. The furnishings in the castle are grand! We visited Marie Antoinette’s estate, Petit Trianon, a much smaller abode for the Queen. Later, we shopped! I found a gorgeous wool coat at a consignment/thrift store. I also found a fashionable white leather jacket. The other ladies purchased purses.

Did I mention that we caught public transportation everywhere? It was easy. The rail lines are color coded – just like in Chicago. Paris is Chicago’s sister city! After much running around, we finally took a break. I sipped tea near the window of our apartment. I felt totally relaxed and peaceful. (To purchase the mug, click on the mug go to http://www.littlepampuandcbinc.com, Products page.)

The last day was the day of the Tour de France. However, we decided to avoid the crowds. We previously purchased cupcakes. We strolled to a fountain not far from our rental apartment. The three of us toasted one another with wine. What a wonderful way to celebrate our last day in Paris, France! See the video compilation below from Lo’s home videos of the trip to Paris!

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NEXT:  Lo’s Italy Trip!