11.14.2011

Two obsessions: Fall and Yurts




I love fall and I love talking about yurts. When it came time to plan ONE LAST TRIP WITHOUT BABY OR BEING A PARENT, I knew I wanted a weekend away in the mountains and a yurt seemed like the perfect setting. Since we're on lock down for holiday travel and my sister-in-law has a wonky work schedule, we thought it would be nice to plan a family trip in a some what central location.


The family pack drove in from all parts to Falling Waters for the weekend. The local coyotes must have known they were in for a visit. They welcomed us in on Friday night with late night howls while we were snuggled in our yurt beds. On Saturday morning, the men folk went on a canopy zip line tour while the ladies relaxed in bed and went to Bryson City for a yummy diner breakfast. We spent the rest of the day exploring the city and ended the day with the Tuckaseegee Terror Tales Tour trolley ride in Whitter, NC followed by some campfire fun.



10.30.2011

Maternity moments


It feels like the first three months of my pregnancy went by so slowly and then the next four months sped by and I feel like time is slowing down again. I'm thinking it's because I'm on lock down in the Atlanta area until after the baby arrives.

In late September, my dear friend Maigh consented to taking a Saturday morning out of her busy schedule to shoot some baby belly pictures with me. I love working with her. I feel so comfortable with her and we work really well together if I must say so myself. Here is a link to her photo blog page for a recap of the morning: Shooting Nouns. Oh, and she's not only an incredible photographer, but she's quite the wordsmith as well.


9.22.2011

A Perfect Circle

This week churned up some blasts from the past.


R.E.M. announced that they're breaking up the band and their music defined a good portion of my life. It's the end of an era for sure, but not the End of the World as We Know It. Sticking with the music thread, this year marks the 20th anniversary of Nirvana's Nevermind album yet another soundtrack to my youth.

Fifteen years ago, Greg and I went to see Beck with a group of friends in a small venue in Charlotte, NC. We officially started dating after a summer of shenanigans. As Laura mentioned in her toast at our wedding, she remembers me saying that I would marry Greg one day so that I could have curly-headed babies. It looks like my statement is finally coming to fruition...I hope the little one gets his lovely locks.


I thought I would take some time since it's been *six months* since I posted here and circle back before my life continues on in fast forward.






3.17.2011

Tomatoes, tattoos and so forth

When I was seventeen I argued constantly with my father about rules and life decisions, but mainly about my curfew and where I would go to college. As I neared my 18th birthday, I remember writing a list of things I could legally do after turning eighteen and posted them on the fridge. This sparked yet another debate since one of those things was getting a tattoo. My dad told me I was more than welcome to get any tattoo I wanted as long as I got "D A D" tattooed down the bridge of my nose first.

My 18th birthday came and went as did my desire to get a tattoo. I just couldn't seem to find the perfect spot or the perfect image. Until now.

A dear friend, Maigh, has the perfect spot and I'm stealing it. She approved of my copycatting in February when this urge to tattoo myself resurfaced. I told her I knew I wanted something to do with gardening and my love of flora. I let this idea ruminate for a few weeks before it finally hit me when Greg and I were vacationing in Key West (click for trip pictures). A few years ago, I stumbled upon a gardening blog with a tomato vine tattoo and fell in love.

Before I get a phone call from Turk and Doris, I don't want the whole sleeve. I just want a small portion (tomato, blossom and a few leaves) on my wrist that can easily be covered with long sleeves or a cuff bracelet (thanks again, Maigh!). My husband says I have to wait a year before I can get it and if it still stirs me....go for it. Check back in February 2012 for an update.

2.11.2011

The last of Italy


I'm not terribly certain anyone is reading these posts anymore, but I've enjoyed chronicling our trip regardless of that small fact. We left Montepulciano by taxi to Chiusi where we took the train back to Rome. We again stayed close to the train station since we were now more familiar with the area.

Since a good portion of our morning was spent on the train, we decided to see some of the "quick hit" sights in the afternoon. We started with the Cappuchian Crypt since Greg was really into seeing crypts. If you know me at all, you know that this is not my cup of tea....seeing dead monks' bones artfully arranged on the walls and floor. It was a lovely afternoon, so we strolled on over to the Spanish Steps. I'm not certain we saw much of the steps since they were crawling with tourists. Luckily, we were really just en route to the Pantheon yet another amazing Roman structure.

Our last day in Rome is what I would like to call our Catholic Day. We spent the entire day at the Vatican. We arrived to S. Peter's square late in the morning to a mind-boggling crowd to enter the Basilica. Thankfully, it only took 40 minutes to wait, pass through security and enter the Basilica. Wowzers! The place is crazy big with a seven story alter canopy (built on the supposed tomb of St. Peter), Mass occurring in a smaller alcove, dead Popes tucked into nooks, Michelangelo's Pieta statute, St. Peter's kissable toe and the spot where Charlemagne was crowned. After lunch, we were off to the Vatican Museum and four miles of art collected and commissioned by the Church. The museum ends in the Sistine Chapel where we were able to the enjoy the recent (1999) restoration of Michelangelo's frescoes.
Well, that was supposed to be our last day in Rome, but the 2 1/2 hours we allotted to make our flight was not enough. Several hundred dollars later, a night spent in Fuimicino and we were finally off to Atlanta.

1.31.2011

Montepulciano


Our journey into the Tuscan hill country and Montepulciano began as I nervously tried to decipher the Italian bus system. We were certainly venturing into areas that were not as easy to navigate as the previous tourist meccas. The 1:10 bus never arrived and I noticed one other passenger looking annoyed/anxious by this before the next scheduled bus made it to the station. The 2 hour bus trip was stupendous. I'm so thankful that we didn't rent a car so we both could enjoy the fall drive through Tuscany. There was some confusion with our bus driver as to where we wanted to get off the bus. We were hoping to catch a shuttle up the hill since we were warned of the tremendous climb, but he convinced us to disembark early resulting in a strenuous trek to the hotel. When Chizia greeted us, she lamented that we didn't take the shuttle and hurried to grab us water, wine and snacks. The B&B also featured a wine bar and was the most luxurious place we stayed on our trip...even views from the bathroom were spectacular.

Our time in Montepulciano was spent hiking the city streets (no joke), tasting wine and enjoying Tuscan cuisine. Montepulciano is known for its Noble wine variety and most recently as a location for New Moon (see pictures). We wandered the town's wine cellar tunnels and even saw a portion of an Etruscan tomb.

1.23.2011

Siena


We arrived at the Siena bus station amid pouring rain and no map to send us on our merry way to the hotel. We struggled through the wet streets with our luggage and no taxis in sight until we finally happened upon our hotel. After lunch, the rain cleared and we hit the pavement to soak up Siena in a day. We began with the town's Duomo before heading to Il Campo for some people watching. We shared a street pizza and beer on the piazza. Later, we returned to the same area for dinner where we took one of my favorite pictures (me enjoying pasta) and Greg enjoyed his favorite meal.
The following morning, we set out to take some pictures now that the sun was out in full force again. While we were sauntering about the city walls, we decided to pop into the Basilica of San Domenico. Low and behold, this church houses the finger and head, but not the body of St. Catherine of Siena. How's that for a surprise?

1.04.2011

Florence


Ahhhh, Florence. Our favorite city. Its wide, clean avenues, Renaissance art and fabulous shopping kept both of us happy as we strolled between our villa bed and breakfast and the sights. Our first evening was a bit of a flop due to the language barrier with our hostess...she sent us to a steakhouse for dinner where we quickly gobbled down some pasta dishes before making a run for the door and to a local pub we discovered earlier in the day.

Our big day in Florence began with the Accademia and Michealego's David. INCREDIBLE. I never thought I would be so enamored with a marble statue, but you just can't beat the majesty of David in the morning light. We walked along the Arno River in search of lunch and then back to the Ufizi area for people watching after our tasty meal. Once inside the Ufizi Museum, we spent over two hours looking at Italian masterpieces. A quick gelatto to regain our strength and we were off to see San Croce. Somewhere in there we also popped by Dante's house for a peek.

We stopped by our room to rest and massage our tired feet before heading back into the the heart of Florence for dinner and sights. We woke up early the next morning to score some sweet deals (Italian leather jackets) before heading to the bus station and Siena.

 
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