On U.S. Passports

It was my mentor and idol Anthony Bourdain who lamented at the percentage of adults who do not have their U.S. passport, somewhere in the sad vicinity of 20-40 percent. It’s hard to find an exact statistic, but no matter what the exact percentage, Americans should be ashamed of their insular nature. While it is more of a challenge to travel throughout different countries, as we are a bit more isolated than say, Europe, we still should make it a priority to obtain our U.S. Passport.

I’m no angel. I just applied for mine last week for the first time! The only out-of-country traveling I have ever done has been to the Bahamas and Mexico, back in the times when a passport was not necessary to travel to such countries. I slipped in and out of Tijuana with ease. Now THAT’S a scary thought!

Some Passport essential information:

1. For first time applicants, get ready to fork over $135 bucks, $110 of that being the passbook charge and $25 for the execution fee.

2. Make sure you get all your documentation straight. You’ll need your original birth certificate with a RAISED seal, your driver’s license, a copy of both documents and passport photos. If you bring it all to an accepted facility (I chose a post office), they will give you the application form, wait while you fill it out, verify your information is correct and sign it. They will also sell you the money order necessary for the Department of State. And they take credit cards! The only suggestion I have is to get your photos taken elsewhere. I had my mug snapped at a print shop for $8 while the post office charged $15. Shop around!

3. It takes between 4-6 weeks to receive your passport in the mail. Keep that in mind if you are making international travel plans. If you need an expedited service, it’s an additional $60, and you should receive your passport 2 weeks from the application date.

For more information on logistics, visit http://travel.state.gov/passport/get/first/first_830.html

Well, what are you waiting for? Get out there and get traveling!

Washington D.C. in 24 hours

It CAN be done!

Hour 1/ 1 p.m. : Arrive. Check into Holiday Inn near the Capitol Building. Avoid getting lost on the grid highway system. Feel proud that once you get there, with hardly enough time to gain your bearings, you’re still able to give a guy on the street directions to the parking garage. Well done.

Statuesque in D.C. Courtesy Bree Kozak

Hour 2/ 2 p.m. : After check in and baggage drop off, proceed to the National Mall and enter The National Gallery of Art. Find happiness in French Colonial paintings and value in Italian Neoimpressionism. Or whatever that means. Decide the coolest thing there is a painting by Salvador Dali.

Hour 3/ 3 p.m. : Make your way toward the Capitol building. Upon hiking there in 95 degree heat, discover where your tour begins is actually in the BACK of the Capitol building. Bitch and whine, trek around the uphill sidewalk and make snide, clever remarks like, “No wonder they call it Capitol HILL”

Hours 4 & 5/  3 p.m.-4:45 p.m. : Tour the Capitol building, albeit much too fast. It’s crowded, the last tour of the day.  Gaze at a painting on the Rotunda’s ceiling of Washington surrounded by 15 women. Decide he’s a pimp.

Last stretch of hour 5/  4:45-5 p.m.: Run through the botanical garden before it closes. Marvel at the awesome tropical flora, despite the fact that it’s hotter it in here than it is outside. Kick yourself for promising yourself relief from the heat, but pat yourself on the back that you squeezed in three attractions in 3 hours

Hours 6 & 7/ 6 p.m.-8 p.m.: Pause just long enough to fill yourself with the slightly overpriced Holiday Inn restaurant buffet. Decide the best thing to do after filling your stomach would be to go swimming.

Hours 8 & 9/ 8 p.m.-10 p.m.: Make your way to the rooftop pool. Almost fall over at the sight of 60 kids in the pool. Decide it’s because D.C. closes at five and there’s nothing else to do. Get sucked into the most awesome full-pool game of beach ball. Remark that you have never had so much fun with perfect strangers in an over-crowded pool. Begin to love Washington D.C.-goers.

Hours 10 – 20/ 10 p.m.-8 a.m.: Unwind and SLEEP!

Fury Friends at Smithsonian Courtesy Bethany Kozak

Hour 20/ 9 a.m.: Make way to the Smithsonian Natural History Museum. Have the most fun looking at stuffed mammal exhibit, ocean exhibit. Become essentially overcome by the Geology, Gems and Minerals exhibit. Fantasize about mining for gold, discovering turquoise in Arizona and finding outrageously beautiful rock segments in Brazil. Remind yourself to keep dreaming.

Hours 21-22/ 10 a.m.-noon: Walk around the National Mall. Look at the Washington Monument. Gaze at the WWII Memorial. Walk all the way to the Lincoln Memorial and complain how far the walk is. Get there, and realize the Reflection Pool is devoid of water. Ruin your photo Op, but vow to return when Reflection Pool nears completion. Walk past White House but don’t get close because it’s too far to walk.

Hours 22-24/ Noon-2 p.m.: Stumble upon The Smithsonian Folklife festival and eat some hot, delicious Columbian food. Run to the Smithsonian Museum of American History. Run through to see Julia Child’s kitchen, an awesome recreation of the Chicago El in the 1950s, see a display of the original muppets by Jim Henson, and take pictures of the hippie/1960s giftshop.  Return to hotel to depart back for Philadelphia.

Wrap it up: In 24 hours, we visited 3 museums, the botanical garden, the Capitol Building (complete with tour), The Washington Monument, the World War II Memorial, the Lincoln Memorial, saw the White House from afar….all on foot! This is proof that D.C. is dooable, and ENJOYABLE in 24 hours. Cheers!

One of many reasons to love Philly

The longer I stay in Philadelphia, the longer I discover the creative and artistic hub it is. Check out this video I shot of an impromptu jazz troupe performing on the Benjamin Franklin Parkway on Fourth of July. They were young, talented and great free entertainment. Get down!

Secrets of the Shore- New Jersey Beaches Pt. 3

It’s been a cause for celebration lately, it being summer and my family and friends being in town at the same time and all, which means, lucky you—an influx of postings! Shortly after my best friend Colleen came into town for the month, we headed to none other than the Jersey Shore. She had never been there before. I have been to a few beaches a few times, and it was time to check out a place I have only been to once, late at night for a horseshoe crab survey.

Part III: Cape May, New Jersey

Getting there: The route getting to Cape May from Philadelphia differed slightly from other beaches on the shoreline. Since Cape May is located at the southernmost tip of New Jersey, the drive was a tad bit longer (think 1 hour 45 minutes). But with good company, conversation and music, the drive is a breeze! You want to take the Atlantic City Expressway East and The Garden State Parkway South for most of the drive. For logistics, I won’t insult you. You know to Google Map it or use a GPS.

Getting around: Like many of the shore towns, driving is relatively easy. The “main drag” as I like to always call it is Beach Avenue (not surprisingly) where you find all the beach access points. Beach access for the day is $5, and unlike Long Beach Island, they do patrol, so bring your cash! Bikes are for rent from many different shops, if you prefer to get around that way. Or do like the locals do and skateboard the streets in your bikini! If you get tired of the crowds along Beach Avenue, head in your car about 3 miles NW down New England Road and discover the quiet, untamed New Jersey wilderness that is Higbee Beach.

Enter the wild and exotic Higbee Beach

Higbee Beach: Once a hot spot for nudists, Higbee Beach is the sort of place only locals know about. You have to hike through a wooded area to get there, and there are no amenities, no lifeguards, and best of all no rules! Don’t sunbathe nude, because you will run into the occasional dog walker or sunbather. They say you shouldn’t swim there because there are sunken docks and old boat remains near the shore. If that doesn’t scare you away from taking a dip, maybe the epic sized Jellyfish and Horseshoe crabs will! Whether you gain the courage to take a dip or not is up to you, but one thing’s for sure: you won’t be battling for space on this remote stretch of beach. 

Pastel-colored homes in Cape May

Atmosphere: Cape May is the sort of place young, affluent families vacation. Hardly a hard-knock in sight, yuppies abound here. Not that it’s all bad. The beach town reminded me of Destin, Florida and Key West combined, just without all the drunken debauchery of Key West. Imagine the small-town feel you get in the Truman Show and match that with some of the playfulness you see in Key West and you have an about right image. Restaurants could be a little pricey for the young and struggling, so don’t discount packing lunch before you go or checking out a cheap deli/sandwich shop for grub. After the beach, it was hard to find a beach bar with live entertainment or even good drink specials. The most party-friendly place we could find was giving away tables to families with highchairs and providing them crayons. While there’s nothing wrong with children, it definitely was not the beach-town atmosphere I was looking for as a young person. If you want a little bit of a party scene, Cape May (at least the main drag) might not be the place for you.

Good times: We all enjoyed swimming out past where the waves broke in the Atlantic, letting the larger waves carry us to and fro while floating on our backs. We also snuck some beer onto the beach and enjoyed those until the midday sun threatened to dehydrate us. Higbee Beach was an awesome find, and having your own piece of paradise is always great!

Whatchu Say?! Moments: While on the main beach, the lifeguard whistled at us and made us come back into shore, saying we had swim out to far, and that, in fact, we were in a designated non-swim zone, even though the actual swim zone was about 20 feet away. Also, at Higbee Beach, the Jellyfish and Horseshoe crab population might be enough to make you run for the hills, not the water. Since you technically aren’t supposed to swim there anyway because of the debris, I can’t knock on the wildlife too hard.

Horseshoe Crabs not your thing? Mine neither

In a nutshell: A great getaway for the day or a couple of days. I would definitely come back, although I might stay for a night or two since the drive is almost 2 hours in each direction. Also, I must say, a lesson to be learned from the trip is to trek the road less traveled! Without doing so, we would have never found the best part- Higbee beach. There is a reason why Cape May is often praised for having some of the best beaches in the world. As far as accessibility, value, beauty and location is concerned, you’d be hard-pressed to find a better way to spend an afternoon-or week!

On Optimism

Feeling good makes a difference, don’t you agree? When’s the last time you actually felt good? Have you paused to marvel at some passing clouds lately? Have you discovered that time is relative? Isn’t work just that: work?

These are things I have been making time for lately. While striving to meet personal and professional goals (and working my butt off to get there), I always make time for the surreal, the driving force behind our lives. I like to find peace in my day to day even if it’s hectic at best. And while striving to maintain different commitments in order for certain plans to fall into place, it’s necessary that I trek the higher road- the road of hard work and optimism.

My uncle died and it changed my life. I’m young, only 24. I’m impressionable. Most doctors agree that our brains don’t even stop forming until age 25. When he died, he left a mark on my life, and I decided to make a change in it.

Suddenly, all I want is a career. I want to be driven. I quit smoking. I started exercising more regularly. I offered a helping hand more often. I am giving, but also taking to and from the universe. I recognize my role and I’m slowly adapting. I’m carving out a life for myself. It’s hard but the rewards are building.

I have a second job interview at a company whose salary will make it possible for me to save up money to see the world. I hope to visit Costa Rica by year’s end and SE Asia next summer. I also want to concentrate on studying abroad. Maybe Spain. This job, in my mind, holds the key to those goals. It’s a stepping stone. I feel grateful and confident that these things will come to fruit.

My friend Marjie, a newly graduated flight attendant has given me the most generous gift of free flights for a year. I am beside myself with all the places I can visit, if only for a weekend or long weekend, stateside and possibly internationally. This is a wonderful gift, one I won’t soon forget. We are already planning an excursion to Portland or Seattle very soon. I can hardly believe it!

My family will be visiting from Chicago in just a week which means meals out, sightseeing, visiting Washington D.C. and New York, the Jersey Shore and more. Not to mention, my best friend Colleen will be in town for all of the festivities. AND we are in  the process of planning a trip to the Pocono Mountains at the end of July.

I can hardly begin to explain what a healthy and optimistic mindset can do for your life. Suddenly, positive changes are popping up and I’m ready to accept them with open arms. Let this be a lesson to me that when I feel down, don’t get tied to that moment and mindset. Fuel your life with energetic optimism, and the world will be yours.

My first published travel story

Follow the link before to see the article I wrote for The Philadelphia Inquirer’s Travel section May 22nd.



3 Reasons to Talk to Strangers

Do you have Xenophobia? Does the thought of striking up conversation with the nearest person scare you to death? Or are you basically disinterested in everything they might say to you? Below are three reasons (among MANY) why you should open your mind, put your guard down and get talkin’ to the locals.

1. They know things you don’t: This should be obvious to you by now, but in case you didn’t know, that person over there knows something you don’t. Intriguing, eh? So hop to finding out what that thing might be. For instance, today while hiking at John Heinz National Wildlife Refuge, Bob, an elusive, yellow t-shirt wearing local chatted my ear off about his memories at the Wildlife Refuge, including what flowers were in season at what time of the year and to stay away from wild turkeys, because although they are cool to look at, they will attack you.

Bob musing about turtles

Bob and I met up several times throughout the day, and when passing one another, we would smile warmly, make a quick joke, and he would direct me to an awesome point of interest not far away (Observation Deck). Bob was cool; it wasn’t his job to tell me about the flooding that destroyed part of the park years ago, his memories of fishing on the banks, or that there is a shitload of turtles all around, but he shared that with me anyway. It deepened my experience there. I was able to imagine Bob and his friends catching Crappie and then throwing them back while on my walk. Sounds silly, but someone’s story can really give your experience a different perspective.

2. Same time/same place syndrome: Ever been stuck in a long line at the bank, and somehow find yourself agreeing with the person in front of you that the line is taking forever? Makes you feel a little better, doesn’t it? Imagine that times ten when you are out and about traveling and discovering a new place. There’s a reason why certain people are around. They’re not always there to chat, but if the mood suits you, ask somebody how/why they came to be in that exact moment with you. It’s funny that you can share a moment with someone but not even know how/why that other person came to be there. Why don’t you do yourself a favor and find out? You may discover that you and unknown mystery person X have more in common than you think. If anything, it’s a good way to remind yourself that you still have a voice after you’ve spent a good amount of time in a shy silence.

Random friends at Devil’s Pool. You guys were nice!

For instance, while at Devil’s Pool, I met up with a group of kids who said they had just traveled down to Pennsylvania after a Metal music fest in Maryland. Since a few of my friends are really into metal, we started talking metal bands, music, festivals…everything. They even invited me to stay and hang out longer with them and their dogs. Had I had more time, it could have been the start of a beautiful friendship. Instead, they remain just a memory, but it’s funny that we came together at the same spot at the same time. At the very least, talking to someone who you perceive to be a stranger will give you a story to tell.

3. Were you raised in a barn?/Where are your manners?:  
While you by no means have to befriend everyone everywhere you go, it’s courteous to acknowledge someone’s existence, especially if you are off the beaten track. It’s impossible to expect others to nod and wave at you in a big city, but when hiking or visiting a remote stretch of somewhere, a nice nod, “hello” or “how are you doing?” makes a world of difference. It can start a genuinely interesting conversation or it could merely an acknowledgment that “Hey, we’re kind of in this together, aren’t we?” It’s the human thing to do. You don’t want to be that stiff that stares at the ground, begging not to be talked to. Open up and discover the world you share with others. Chances are after talking to some of those scary strangers, you’ll discover that fear is the child of ignorance and that you owe yourself better than that.

Me on top of the Observation Tower Bob told me about

Secrets of the Shore- New Jersey Beaches Pt. 2

When I first moved to the East Coast, I had somehow acquired a sweatshirt that said “LBI” on the front of it. I walked around for  months fielding questions about whether or not I have been to LBI before, what I thought of it and where I had gotten the sweatshirt. I was painfully unaware of what LBI even stood for. All I knew that it was a good Christmastime sweatshirt. Red and White…what could be more festive? Observe my ignorance on Christmas morning:

Me in my “Christmas sweatshirt” aka the LBI Sweatshirt

Little did I know, LBI stands for Long Beach Island, one of the most beautiful stretches of beaches on the New Jersey shore. 

Part II: Long Beach Island, New Jersey

Getting there: Much like getting to Seaside Heights, you follow 70 E from the Philadelphia area, and then veer to the right at the second traffic circle to continue on 72 E. Follow that and you will be delivered into the town of Manahawkin where you will take a beautiful scenic bridge over Manahawkin Bay onto Long Beach Island.

Long Beach Island might be best discovered by bike

Getting around: Once on the island, you will notice that it’s pretty easy to get around. If you just follow Long Beach Boulevard, you can get anywhere you need to go. I started by heading north (turning left) to check out the different beach options. To the north you will find small beach communities like Surf City, North Beach, Long Beach, Loveladies, and finally Barnegat Light, where the famous Barnegat Light House is located. Fun fact: This lighthouse is actually a movie star, having appeared in the film The Perfect Storm. Do you think it was starstruck around the insanely handsome George Clooney? If you head south, you will encounter Ship Bottom, Brant Beach, Spray Beach, Beach Haven and Holgate. Sounds like a lot, but from the northern most tip of the island to the southernmost (car access, anyway) it’s only 18 miles.

 Atmosphere: This is the kind of place you want to stay a few days, if not a week. Imagine quiet beaches without the hustle and bustle of carnival rides, drunken guidos and chain-smoking teens. Driving down Long Beach Boulevard is reminiscent of the Florida Keys: with the turn of the head you can see the bay out one window and the Atlantic out the other. Talk about paradise! The “strip” is rather sleepy and quiet, but full of fun shops including the original Ron Jon Surf shop, many surf board rental places, a bevy of beachfront restaurants and bars, craft places…you name it. Step into one of the many beach access points and discover the calm, serene ocean just waiting for you to swim in and lay by. This beach doesn’t expect you to spend loads of hard-earned cash or tempt you with fried oreos. It just asks that you come, stay and relax.

At the southernmost accessible tip of LBI

Good times: After spending hours soaking in the Atlantic in Surf City, I packed up my belongings and headed south toward the Edwin B. Forsythe National Wildlife Refuge. Three miles of unsolicited beaches and untamed nature lie at the end of the island, and you bet I was going to go and check it out. This part of the island seemed like a crossroad for ocean lovers, as people were fishing, sunbathing, swimming, or just gazing at the ocean from an overlook bench. The nature reserve was blocked off for the most part because of nesting season, but seabirds abounded and signs offering information about indigenous species were plentiful. It was a pleasant end to a perfect beach day.

Whatchu Say?! moments: Hardly any. I don’t believe there were any moments where I questioned why things were the way they were.

In a nutshell: Long Beach Island is for lovers. For beach lovers especially. Pristine sandy shores meet bluish green Atlantic waters. What else could you want? It is a must-visit destination. Now I can wear my LBI sweatshirt proudly!

Portrait of a Semi-Seasoned Traveler

Portrait of a semi-seasoned traveler is a new, on-going series featuring fellow travelers I have known personally, whether it be a long-time friend or a new acquaintance. If you have a great travel repertoire, or just really enjoy being on the open road whilst constantly planning your next excursion, I’d love to hear from you and feature you. These profiles are meant to inspire, but mainly to define the undefinable – to pinpoint through opinions and memories why, exactly, travel is such an attractive, life-changing experience. Enjoy!
Name: Marjie Woolard
Jungle trekking in  Pavones, Costa Rica
Background: I am from Chicago, Illinois. I grew up with a pilot father who would fly my brothers and I around the country in his Cessna for fun. After I took my first trip on a passenger aircraft at the age of 13, I fell in love with flying and excitement that comes along with being in transit and traveling to somewhere new.
After high school, I didn’t know what to do with myself.. which isn’t an uncommon thing when you’re 17. Between graduation and last month (6 years), I attended three different colleges and worked countless jobs. Nothing I did actually felt “right,” and I tried hard not to settle just to be “safe.” When I watched all of my former high-school classmates graduate and join the working world, get married, or have kids, I would always have that moment of doubt when I questioned if my way of living was correct. Should I have gone to a four-year college? Had I experienced enough in life? I really did feel left out. But then that doubt would vanish when I remembered how much I didn’t want that lifestyle, and, of course, when I thought of what I had accomplished in those few years after high school. 

I am now actually in St. Louis, Missouri. I don’t live here permanently, but for the past 6 weeks, I’ve been living in a hotel. Why am I here? I am in training to be a flight attendant! It’s something I’ve always wanted to do and this experience has had a lot of firsts. I am one of the best in the class (definitely a first), I haven’t had any doubts or questioned being here, and I’m learning so many new things about life and about myself. 
At a tiger temple in Kanchanaburi, Thailand
Where have you been to and when? I have been all over the United States, whether in a car, the Amtrak, or a plane. My favorite place is Portland Oregon, where everyone is super awesome and there are tons of unique places to eat, shop and hang out. Outside of the U.S., I’ve been to Costa Rica (July, 2010), Thailand, Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam (Summer, 2007), London and Paris (April, 2004) and I plan on going everywhere whenever possible with my amazing flight benefits! Ask me this question next year! 

Most memorable moment(s)? I loved taking the sleeper train from Vientienne, Laos to Bangkok, Thailand. We had our own compartment and I remember listening to my music looking up at the stars as the train rode on to Thailand. I also will never forget spending time in Luang Prabang, Laos – especially jumping into a minty green/blue pool of water at the waterfall park. I also loved eating crepes that I bought off the street while browsing the nightly street market. 

A moment you almost wish you could forget? 
I cringe when I think of the time I decided it was a good idea to walk around Phnom Penh, Cambodia, during a storm and heavy rain. I had so much pride and I refused to pay a tuk-tuk driver (it would have been $1) and walked a few miles from the city to my hostel. Upon returning, I learned that the girls in my dorm were very worried about me, having known I was out alone. They told me how dangerous is could be out there at night and that I should NEVER do it again.

Destination wish list? I would love to go back to Asia and Costa Rica. I can’t wait to go to Australia, New Zealand and Fiji! Europe, too, but I know I need a bit more money to afford it over there because I love to shop.

Marjie and a over-zealous elephant in Chiang Mai, Thailand
What does travel mean to you? Traveling to me is a way of life. To others it is a vacation, an escape, but I have always daydreamed of taking long flights to somewhere new, and every time I step foot in a new place or a new country, it totally completes me. Seeing the thousands of different ways people live their life is such an amazing experience. I have taken something from every tribe, village, city or country I’ve visited. 

Ever since I took that trip when I was 13, I always tried to think of ways I could make traveling my life. I never wanted to think of my trips as a vacation and I never did. Real life would always get in the way – I wasn’t getting paid to travel so I needed to work. I tried to get a Bachelor’s degree which just made me miserable because I never liked what I was doing. 

I think being a flight attendant might just be the perfect lifestyle for me. When I find myself thinking about what lies ahead, I am so excited, not only for the job to begin, but also for the changes that will come within my life and myself. 

Secrets from the Shore- New Jersey beaches Pt. I

I’m in Tom’s River, New Jersey, just about to follow NJ Route 37 over the bridge and into Seaside Heights. This is my first trek to the New Jersey Shore, and it would have been a lot sooner if only winter weather hadn’t overstayed its welcome so long. It’s Memorial Day, my first real day off with the “real world” worker bees. I sigh at the prospect of fighting them for lane-changing at my discretion and wonder how many times I will get turned around in a traffic circle. The answer is only once, and before I know it, I’m in ocean city paradise. A cool and refreshing sea breeze blows through my hair as I cross the bridge over the Atlantic Ocean. I gaze at sailboats, yachts and the occasional jet-skier. I have already determined: Life on the shore is damn good.

This will be an on-going series about the New Jersey Shore beaches. First impressions are everything, and I’m going to do my best to point out the good, the bad and the ugly of these nationally-known and certainly internationally recognized stretch of beaches.

Part I: Seaside Heights, NJ

Getting there: From Philadelphia, PA the drive took me about an hour and a half. It’s not hard to find if you utilize Google Maps, of course. I obviously drove there and took 70 E most of the way until I hit 37 E. Believe me when I say, Google Maps enjoys a laugh at your expense: always remember to double check your directions. Google directed me to take 37 W, wherein a roundabout circle driving scenario reminiscent of the Truman Show ensued. Once landing safely on the other side of the bridge, make sure to follow the signs for Seaside Heights, not Seaside Park. Once in Seaside Heights, it is unbelievably easy to find the boardwalk and scour for parking.

Getting around: Like I said, if you have any basic navigation skills, going straight and finding the water should be relatively easy for you. The boardwalk, about a mile stretch of restaurants, rides, arcade games and beach access is laid out in front of you like a weekend-long debauchery smorgasbord. The town is fairly small and is very pedestrian friendly. Don’t avoid walking because vehicle traffic can be a nightmare. You’ll notice there are plenty of cross-walks- just be a considerate pedestrian, not an asshole who walks into traffic. You know, there IS a thing called natural selection. There are all sorts of rental shops for bikes, kayaks, paddle boards, wave runners, you name it. Oh yeah, there’s also the Sky Ride, a cable car ride that takes you roughly from one end of the boardwalk to the other for $3 or $5 for a round trip. Check it out!

Guidos ruling from their rooftop fortress

Atmosphere: Walking down the street and eventually past the house The Jersey Shore cast members stayed in  made me wonder if I was undergoing some rite of passage. Was I witnessing the inevitable downfall of this once family-oriented, home-grown beach town? Does El Guido officially rule as King of The Jersey Shore? Was all of humankind doomed to wear their hair spiky, their skin orange and fall over drunk at shitty dive bars? These are the questions I asked myself as I saw the old fighting to stay alive amongst the new.

The boardwalk was alive with food vendors, including the famous Three Brothers Pizza shop, Rita’s Water Ice (like Italian or shaved ice if you, like me, find no real significant meaning to a dessert called “water ice.” Isn’t ice just frozen water? Whatever.), old and new school arcades (check out Flashback Arcade for some old-school games like Ms. Pacman and and Sinistar), and some pretty good restaurants.

Beach-goers in Seaside Heights, NJ

The beach was the beach. People screaming about cold water, crowds soaking up the rays, brave souls paddle boarding a wave up to the shore. Beautiful coast!

Good times: Nothing shocks and excites like a too-cold wave catching you off guard. The water had to haven been less than 70 degrees, but it somehow felt so good to lose footing because of the water’s salty push. If you are going to make it all the way to the shore, you better get in that water! Locals say that the water isn’t swimmer-friendly until about August. Don’t let that stop you!

Dinner at Spicy’s Mexican Restaurant and Cantina was memorable. Throw out your misconceptions that the boardwalk only has carnival or junk food. Me, my sister, her boyfriend and his mother had an extraordinary meal from a table over looking the Atlantic. My pork carnitas stuffed chiles rellenos were great and the gimmicky table-side guacamole presentation was actually enjoyable, not cringe-worthy. I always feel a server’s pain, being one myself, but she seemed to genuinely like preparing our guacamole table-side. Whether she did or not is another story, but if not, she was a great actress, which usually means a great waitress.

Walking the boardwalk at night had a sort of Vegas Strip-esque quality. I sat, half-buzzed, watching an Elvis impersonator on a Monday night feeling pleasantly entertained. There’s a certain amount of fun that you involuntarily have while being with so many other people letting loose, dancing to Elvis classics and downing cheap specialty beach drinks. You are right there with ’em, so make the most of it!

Lastly, try to make time to head under FunTime Pier (where the amusement rides are located) to escape the beach crowd and watch the waves crash against the wooden pillars holding up the pier.

Whatchu say?! moments: Minutes within leaving my car parked at a local lot, cursing aloud for allowing myself to get raped by lot prices, a carload of guidos pulled up next to me and tried their luck at holla-ing at me. They told me to get in, asking if I want to go for a ride and told me I was lookin’ good. I told them to get lost with a flick of the wrist and darted off behind the car, so as not to be seen or bothered.

Beach access is not free during the “in” season from Memorial Day through October. You can purchase beach badges about every block or so for $5/person. OR you can ask whatever resort you’re staying at to provide you complimentary beach badges.

This one  boardwalk game has the right idea

In a nutshell: If you can try to ignore “The Jersey Shore” goings-on, from Aztec Ocean Resort churning out Guidos like an assembly line, the MTV “favorite” locations and the arcade crane games whose prize selection consist of shade sunglasses and booty shorts, then head over to Seaside Heights. Ride some rides, soak in the rays and walk the boardwalk. It’s great for kids, pre-teens, and I’d argue for adults at least for a day or two. If you’re looking for a quiet beach get-away, Seaside Heights New Jersey is not for you. If you want to see and be seen, get out to The Shore!