Before I start this post about Healdsburg and Santa Rosa, I’d like to take some time to talk seriously about the English muffin experience we had in St. Helena. If you read the First Stop: Yountville post, then you know we made a stop at The Model Bakery on the way to Calistoga to get our very first taste of Oprah’s favorite English muffin. After reflecting on this experience over the last… Read More
We’ve suffered a great deal of loss in both 2019 and 2020. In fulfilling the commitment to take care of our parents and give back to them everything they so generously gave to us, we’ve spent the past few years practically living in intensive care units, emergency rooms, waiting rooms, other small rooms (the ones they take you to when they have nothing good to say), and fluorescent lit and underemployed rehabilitation… Read More
This past weekend, we enjoyed some time away in New York City. We love to stay downtown near the Financial District. Here it is always sleepy on the weekends, with great restaurants and magnificent views. The best part is, we are just steps away from the Governor’s Island Ferry or a subway ride or ferry into Brooklyn. Here are some scenes from our recent venture into downtown Manhattan.
This city exceeded our expectations. From food to friendly, Cleveland rates 10 + on the cities we love list. Every local treated us as if we were their friend. Many tried to talk us into moving. The exploration of a new city can sometimes leave you feeling slightly unsure of how you will be greeted upon arrival. Will you feel safe? Will you feel welcome? Cleveland will make you feel all of… Read More
I don’t like to be stuck in a city in the rain; I don’t have good hair for it. I do prefer to sit in a window and watch other people dash through it, some of them so elegant, others so mysterious. Paul always seems to capture these breathtaking moments of people walking through the city. He can usually find the one person with the most stylish patterned umbrella as they delicately… Read More
We honeymooned in Sorrento, Italy. It was the perfect honeymoon of sit by the pool, walk down to town to eat, take the bus back up to the hotel to sit by the pool again, walk down to town to eat, take the bus back up to the hotel. Notice, I didn’t say walk up? I don’t think it was Sorrento official or anything, but our hotel was the farthest hotel from… Read More
You see this man standing here in awe of Grand Central Station? We don’t know him, but we’ve been him. A tiny human standing still, out of sync with the city’s beat. Mesmerized by the beauty of buildings like this one, the few left standing, he keeps his feet grounded to a floor that holds a trillion stories. Treasure this, America. We beg.
Another cafe; this one in Provence. How many stories can we tell with just one photo? I’d say the guy in the shorts, legs crossed and hands placed perfectly upon his leg, is pretty pleased with his ponytailed friend. She’s said something that’s made him proud. He’s impressed. What about the woman just behind the lady in the fancy dress and the cute shoes? She’s at the cafe next door, but she’s… Read More
This is pure happiness. Headphones, a good book, and the French countryside. This high-speed train swept me from Paris to Lyon and then to Provence. Another summer after a stressful school year (as if I knew what stress was then). This country taught me how to take deep breaths. I savored every minute of calm, and now I long to go back.
I long for this. Sitting by the water in short sleeves, reading a book by the water with a huge Ferris wheel looming over me. It’s Seattle in August. It could be a guidebook to Japan or a bartender’s manual of cocktails. Perhaps it’s his own novel. Whatever it is, this man is going places.