Roommate and I had quite the NYC adventure yesterday. Despite spending five hours on the bus there and five hours on the train back (both of which should have only taken three and a half), we had a lovely afternoon covering most of lower Manhattan. Street markets and lunching in Chelsea. Fro-yo and Washington Square Park in Greenwich Village. Window shopping in Soho and people watching in Chinatown. And a grand finale of Italian feasting in Little Italy.
Then quite literally a race to Penn Station. Oh New York, you really are a maze of insanity.
Chinatown had me taken aback. Chinatown, DC? It probably should be given a new name. At some point you really do cross a cultural threshold. So many delicious and exciting looking markets and restaurants. And so many interesting people. Roommate and I were quite torn on where to eat dinner after considering the option of pho and dumplings. Chianti and caprese salad may have won this time, but I’ll be back Chinatown. Don’t you worry.
All too often I find myself thinking of Italy. Probably every day. Okay, every second. But it really is hard not to. Especially when you order wild mushroom ravioli at Circa and it tastes as if they flew it in from a cafe in Florence minutes before you arrived. Yumm. I could go on and on about everything that is amazingly Italian but I think these photos from the Boboli Gardens in Florence say a lot. The architecture, history, and natural beauty all meld together into a place where time magically disappears.
And that is just what happened on this lovely day. The closing announcements sounded and Zuzanna and I found ourselves sprinting for the nearest exit. The nearest exit of course happened to be on the opposite side of the entrance, 2 miles away from the city center. It was a nice, long walk home. The memory will forever bring a smile to my face.
Next week on Saturday, Rachael and I are heading back to NYC for the day. These shots were taken last spring when the weather was still a little chilly. This year the only for sure on the agenda is a picnic in Central Park. Other than that, we will go wherever the wind (or smog) takes us. Any suggestions?
To my momma, you are one classy, hardworking, amazing woman. To be half of what you are would be more than I could ever wish for. I’m always proud to say, I got it from my momma! And to all the mommas out there, you ROCK!
In exactly one week, it will be exactly one year since that lovely May day when I walked across the stage and accepted my diploma from Marymount University. Soon after, my high school bestie joined me in celebration and together we popped some champagne and toasted our accomplishments.
Life after graduation has been interesting to say the least. I felt like a real grown up walking across that stage. Little did I know just how much more I would learn and experience in one seemingly short year. I feel proud on many accounts. Proud that it has also been almost one year of being car-free. Proud that I have educated myself on America’s food system and the harsh realities that Americans need to face about our culture and government. I also feel blessed. Blessed that I was able to visit so many great cities like Seattle, Portland, Boston, Orlando, NYC, Charleston, and Hilton Head Island. And blessed to be hanging on in this not so wonderful economy.
Cheers to my friends who will be graduating this Sunday! It really is an exciting time and I wish you all the best of luck.
Photographs © Andrew Evans.
These stunning deer images come all the way from the UK and were photographed by Andrew Evans. I came across his Flickr site quite randomly, but immediately fell in love with the juxtaposition of sharp and soft focus in each photograph. Not to mention the use of light. Or the expressions caught at just the right moment. Or the colors and details. Or the fact that they are photos of a cute baby deer. Got me right in the heart. I wish he had a blog so I could drool over his photos every day. A blog about this one particular deer. And all his adventures. Anyways, you can check out all his breathtaking photographs on his Flickr profile, here.
Last night I celebrated with my brother and his friends his recent accomplishment of purchasing his very first place. The condo is located only a few blocks from the Washington National’s stadium and has incredible views of the Capitol and Washington Monument. There really isn’t anything quite like the DC skyline, is there?
One of my favorite places in the world (so far!) is Bermuda. It will probably always have a special place in my heart because I was introduced to this amazing island at such a young age and have visited again and again. I love its British roots and real sense of community. Fun fact! You can’t live in Bermuda unless you are an island native or marry a Bermudian. This makes me sad. But it’s probably best I keep it as a favorite getaway instead.
These photos were taken on my most recent trip in 2009, soon after returning home from Italy. At the time I don’t think I fully appreciated this trip because I was still recovering from study abroad withdrawal, but looking through these photos now gives me only sweet memories and a longing to go back. With summer growing nearer and nearer each day, I can’t help but daydream about tropical places and endless summer days.
The parks of London are just one of those things you have to see for yourself. (Central Park what?!) I wish I could see them transform through every season, but when I was visiting it was about this time of year and there were daffodils everywhere. Actually, they were all over the city. Because London’s spring weather can be cold and dreary, I like to think that the daffodils were planted as a way to cheer everyone up.
Happy little golden faces smiling up at you as you walk by.
Soft pink petals that fall and gather like snow.
I can’t help but think of the Japanese who are still suffering after the March quake and tsunami. The cherry blossoms that surround the tidal basin in DC were a gift from the Japanese. The pink blossoms are so delicate, it’s hard to believe that mother nature could create such powerful destruction. It is never too late to give what you can. I used Google because they allow you to donate directly to the Japanese Red Cross (and in yen!). You can find the link here.