Thursday, August 25, 2011
this shoot that I never got around to posting. When I was little, I loved collecting four leaf clovers. I would literally think about it on the entire bus ride home from school, and, as you can imagine, my life was pretty much shattered when I would come home to a freshly cut lawn—“What?! Who DARED mow this lawn?! Didn’t they know that there were unlimited amounts of luck waiting to be discovered and hundreds of clover blossoms just begging to be turned and twisted into fabulous flower crowns?”
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
So my sister, the world traveler, has a "no fail how-to avoid jet lag plan". The plan: Procrastinate packing until the last minute and stay up the entire night before your flight. Sleep as much as humanly possible on the plane. Warning: you might wake up dying of thirst to look around and see everyone else casually sipping on their perfectly chilled fruit juice. When you arrive, force yourself to stay awake and go to bed according to the time zone in your new location. Easy enough, and it actually worked quite well on the way to Germany; however, this time around I am just not so sure. I got the staying up all night part right, but the flight was delayed for 4 hours and when we finally did board there was a screaming baby in the row over. Not to mention most of the occupants were just a tad nervous that the plane we were riding for the next, 13 hours or so, broke down on the runway the day before and was being worked on until the very moment we loaded ("I guess this will just have to do for now"). The flight delay was long enough that I missed the rest of my connections and so the airline put everyone up in various hotels in Philadelphia.
Long story short, the front desk is scheduled to do a wake up call at 7:00 a.m. (a decision I naively made yesterday) and I woke up at 2:00 in the morning of the time zone I am trying to prepare for, writing a blog post about how to avoid jet lag. Um, well…there is not a lot to say.
Actually, there is. I realized I was a little sleep deprived when I was quickly glancing over new posts in my reading list and I read, "A different way to cook babies". While I was quite nearly reaching for my phone to call child protective services I read it again. Bake cookies! Well, that's a little different.
I miss my sis already! Check out her awesome collection...
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Here are a few pictures from a castle we visited near my sister’s house. It hasn’t been kept up much over the last, oh I don't know, thousand years, but the ruins were beautiful and I loved the color combinations. The man who sat next to me on the plane ride here told me there are castles you can spend the night in. I just hope they are a little more hospitable for guests than this one would be, “Now let’s see, the only two rooms we have available are the 'Guest Dungeon', don’t mind the rodents and the leaks, and the 'Cement Suite' without a ceiling. Oh, and there are no keys, well, because there are no doors. Feel free to use the bathroom in the corner of the room opposite where you choose to sleep. Check out is at 11:00 if you last that long—have a nice stay!"
And here are a few pictures my sis took at the bird show. Big birds, large talons, catching chicks inches above your head—awesome…and slightly terrifying.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Since I have been here my sis and I have been reminiscing about the good old days a lot, and so I thought I would share a little wisdom I received from my herbal tea package, “Those who live in the past limit their future.” Thank you tea for telling me just what I needed to hear... Oh, and for being so delicious.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Black Forest is surrounded, and filled with, beautiful villages and vineyards—grape juice country! For some reason my nondrinking self thought that was funny. Anyway, it was foggy, extra mysterious looking, and the perfect fit for a fairy tale.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Here are some of the pictures my sister and I took on our recent excursion to Italy. We flew into Bergamo, took a 45 minute bus ride into Milano (where my sis bought us some fabulous matching “friendship shoes”—so much better than the bracelets if you ask me), and then caught a 3 hour train ride to the beautiful city, Riomaggiore. Worth every minute; even the minute when the Italian man yelled at us, demanding $150, for not stamping our ticket in the ticket validator we didn’t know existed. It all worked out, he just ended up kicking us off on what happened to be our stop—don’t mind if I do!
We then took a nice stroll down “Lover’s Walk” (without our lovers), went all out and