Yesterday when I was taking pictures of all the lovely daffodils, I was wondering where the tulips had gone, if I had missed them because generally daffodils die back first followed by the tulips, not the other way around. Well today I found tulips and they are gorgeous, I love full beds of solid colors, it is so striking especially for pictures. I’d love to have a full bed of tulips at home, but my critters keep eating the bulbs, keeping me from realizing that little gardening dream, darn critters.
Boston is wet today and will be wet for a few more days, but the rain doesn’t diminish Boston’s loveliness. I was quite surprised to see so many pretty daffodils still in bloom, we’re in Blandford where it’s colder on average and our daffodils dies back weeks ago. Boston had some rather warm days which normally speeds up the dying back process, apparently these daffodils didn’t get the memo, I’m happy because it made for some pretty pictures.
We’re back at the Intercontinental, our second “home”, the pictures outside our room are the same as I have taken in prior posts except that in those pictures the sun was out and shining, a different take than what I am showing today, a soggy waterfront.
I haven’t been to Boston since before I got sick, I missed the place, Boston is such a lovely city, I feel very much at home here even though it isn’t my native city. We’re here because my husband has business, I have myself to entertain which means walking about, taking pictures and writing about it later. A nice way to spend the day, at least that’s how I see it.
Today we are going home, New York is wonderful, but home is home. I miss the kids, the dogs and just being at home. Home is your own bed, your own bathroom, your own refrigerator and your own t.v/remote control. I’ll be back to see my mother very soon, so going home is a good thing, let my mother have a break from the added chaos my husband and I impose on her household. Lol
I’m sure the kids will be happy to have us back home if only to reclaim responsibility over the dogs. Jack, Lulu and Stanley, I think, will be giving us a nice welcome home when we get there. Jack will squeal, Lulu will quietly let us know how happy she is and Stanley will corral us into giving him the hugs and kisses he feels he deserves, he’s good at it. Lol
This is my view from my room, I have always loved the little courtyards that make up an inner life within most Parisian residences and hotels. It’s like a well kept secret away from the prying eyes of yonder avenue.
I am overtired, I had a small layover in Iceland, I walked around the shops during the wee hours of the morning.
Outside it is overcast, but the temperatures are wonderful mid-70’s, cannot argue with those numbers.
I miss my little family already, thank goodness for Skype and Facetime.
I am at Logan airport, I said “bon voyage” to my husband and the children, I’m sad. My excitement hasn’t bubbbled up yet, my destination may be France, but I am far from being there yet. The days of having fun on the flight itself are long gone. It has morphed into traveling like a sardine in a can.
I promise you, tomorrow will be a thousand times different.
I got home from New York to be greeted by these two love bugs. The kids were out; one at school and the other at work, so my greeting was huge. Hooray someone is here to feed us!
I cleaned up after them while they were wolfing down their vittles and then, after releasing the hounds outside to do their business, the three of us are settled on the couch, watching General Hospital and also writing this post. It feels good to relax with these two.
My husband’s new client has taken us to a new part of Virginia; not far from Reston, but it definitely has a distinct flavor different from my usual environment.
The area is called the Mosaic District in Fairfax county. It is a microcosm of boutiques, organic markets and old fashioned services such as an outstanding barber shop, a gorgeous tea shop and a wonderful stationary store.
The area is tiny, when I left the hotel to walk the perimeter, I quickly found my way back to the front of the hotel and not only because I walk really, really fast. It is perhaps four square blocks of real estate or 16 blocks in total. What was the most striking to me is when I walked past the last block of the Mosaic District; I was reunited with the flavor of Reston Virginia because it actually isn’t too far away. If I remember the drive correctly, we are about six exits farther away down the highway.
I do like this small haven of creative and eclectic shops and restaurants; it feels like a little vacation getaway hidden away, yet in plain sight.
Have you made your bucket list? Now’s the time — write about the things you want to do and see before you become dust in the wind.
Now I have the song “Dust in the Wind” by Kansas stuck in my head, I shouldn’t complain, it is a beautiful song. I haven’t made a bucket list as of yet. I don’t remember hearing about bucket lists when I was little; it seems to me that the concept of a bucket list is fairly recent.
If I were to start one; the number one item on my bucket list would be to Finish My Novel. I will get to it, I will. While I was driving today, my husband was writing e-mails and making phone calls, I had a flash of exactly the mindset that I was looking for, for my character while she gets to know New York. That is what had me stuck for the longest time; I was so very comfortable imagining myself in 1925 Paris, but I was clueless as to how to feel in 1926 New York, a stranger in a strange land, because I know New York so well, I was having the devil of a time getting out of my intimate knowledge of present day New York and climbing into a tourist/new comer frame of mind from another era. But today I think my spontaneous flash of insight will go far in getting me back into the saddle of writing fiction.
Other items for my bucket list would be all about travel. I know that one of my first posts was about three places that I would visit if I could; Istanbul Turkey, Portugal and Thailand. This list hasn’t changed but if I had to expand on it, I would love to have a chance to revisit Greece. Traveling is one of my favorite things to do and I am so very lucky to have been able to travel as much as I have throughout the years. One of the first things that I would do if I were fortunate enough to travel to Istanbul, Turkey would be to visit the Sofia-Haggia museum, the Blue Mosque and after that I would love to take a cruise down the Bosphorus River and I would go across the river and visit the Green Mosque. I would spend days visiting the bazaars and eating all of the goodies that Turkey is known for; it would be marvelous. Needless to say, I would employ the same strategies when I went to Portugal and Thailand, first visit the museums and places of interest and then explore the market places, finally indulging in my culinary curiosity.
I have to say planning a bucket list is fun.
Last night as I was lying in bed drifting off to sleep, my mind was lazily thinking about what I had written about Greece and how I failed to convey how magical it was for me when I had visited, not once but twice. The second visit was with my sister and we landed on the Isle of Corfu and made our way up the mountain to the village of Pelikas to meet up with John, Bill and Greg, the Canadian trio. It was in that village that my sister and I discovered the small village restaurant manned by father, mother and young daughter and we ate like princesses every day at breakfast and dinner. The homemade breads, the slow roasted lamb, melting in our mouths, the dense and tangy Tsazikis sauce that we dipped our lamb and bread in and licked our fingers, it was paradise. But we wouldn’t have known that paradise if I hadn’t discovered Greece before with my summer school roommate and our friends we made during our school session at the University of London program.
I think that the island that made the most impact on my psyche was the tiny island of Hydra, it was farther away from Athens than the others, we took the hydrofoil called the Dolphin to get there and still it was quite a ways. The trip out there was gorgeous, blue sky’s and turquoise green waters and the view of Hydra coming up right in front of us was breathtaking:
It was here that I fell in love with Greece, I had always had a profound love for its mythology and its stories had filled my head with images of rocky landscapes, clear crystal clear waters and blue, blue skies; the reality of Greece in person did not disappoint at all. Furthermore to have the chance to experience the daily life on one of the prettiest islands that I have ever seen, where we saw the people work so hard, and play just as hard, it was wonderful. The houses were proudly kept very clean and bright, the colors were so joyful all around, the streets were swept up, there were no cars to be seen, everything was transported by donkey and cart. At night is when I felt the real magnificence of where I was, my friends and I were lying on the smooth rocks right off the beach where we swam during the day and the night sky looked like a swath of black velvet adorned with thousands of bright diamonds, more than the eye could count, it was grand on a scale that I had never seen before, there was no pollution, no clouds to obstruct how tiny I was in relation to the universe. I’ll never forget that night time sky, I have searched for a replica and I have yet to find it.
I know that Greece has had its serious share of economic problems and they are far from out of the economic woods, but I seriously suggest to anyone who has the desire to visit, Greece is so worth the trip, it is beautiful and historic, our roots are there, it was the birthplace of democracy and antiquities. I am so thankful that I had not one, but two chances to go and visit such an amazing country and people.
What’s your travel style? Are you itinerary and schedule driven, needing to have every step mapped out in advance or are you content to arrive without a plan and let happenstance be your guide?
I do appreciate how the daily prompts seem to get their inspiration from song lyrics; these lyrics were actually featured during a good part of my travels with my sister and the various traveling companions we picked up from country to country. While we were in Rome with our Australian friends, they introduced us to the Canadian trio who were very galant gentlemen, later when we parted ways with the girls, we then met up with the boys in Greece. “The Wandered” was sung very often by the Canadians as we hung out in Corfu over twenty years ago. They sung it acoustically at dusk when we would sit outside in the village of Palakis enjoying life. Greece, back then, seemed to me to be the ideal place to sit and just enjoy being, living and appreciating the world around you.
My traveling style is pretty laid back, I like to travel lightly so I pack as minimalist as possible. I don’t know if I would call myself schedule or itinerary driven, but I do like to learn as much as I can before I leave so that I have a good idea of what I want to see and most importantly what I want to eat. That being said, I do like to fly by the seat of my pants and let my feet lead me to where I wind up, if that makes any sense.
I think that I would describe myself as someone who loves the journey as much as the destination, while long airline flights aren’t what they used to be, I don’t hate them because they are leading me towards an adventure and I love adventure.
I have been very fortunate in that I have had quite a fair share of traveling adventures both thanks to my parents for shipping my sister and I overseas to be taken care of by our extended family, but also because having been raised to travel, I made deliberate choices to travel to Europe every summer that I could before I got married and I was then fortunate enough to marry someone who loves to travel as much as I do. So my traveling adventures have turned into our traveling adventures and that has made it twice as nice and twice as adventurous.