If one is going to visit the La Verna Sanctuary, might I recommend not doing it on a hot summers day? Instead, go in January. But only if it’s misty, mysterious, and if you have proper time to wander through the forest and around the buildings, wondering if the monks get the same eerie feeling that you do.
Stained glass, vaulted ceilings, that’s all well and good… but why aren’t there more statues of angels stepping on heads? Good thing there’s at least one.*
*Feel free to leave all the biblical stories involving angels trampling heads in the comments. Religious stories are not my forte.
We’ve been trapped inside most of this weekend due to some much-needed rain in the area. While the break from the heat is nice, it is a wee bit sticky outside. It doesn’t quite compare to the dripping humidity that we experienced on this hike a few years ago, but I do wish there was some water around to stick my feet in. The bathtub isn’t quite the same as an Alpine stream.
I always make time to get to the Italian Market in the spring and fall, but this picture just reminded me that it used to pop up in summer too. I think it was part of a Venetian weekend in Nürnberg, but I’ll be darned if I can find any information on it now… maybe it no longer exists? Help me if you know! Need more truffle sausage!
These were taken on one of my trips back to the U.S. in 2013. It was BV’s first time in the States, and one very important stop was at my last workplace, Old World Wisconsin. While I sadly didn’t work in the General Store, I did drive the tram past and direct people there regularly. It’s a wonderful place, and if for (some strange reason) you’re lost in south-eastern Wisconsin, I highly recommend a stop.
August is my birthday month, and for the last few years that has involved hiking. There were a handful of other August trips in the last 8+ years abroad, but since no photos from them are jumping out at me, expect a whole lot of mountain on Sundays this month.
I’m not sure how it’s possible that we haven’t been back to the Allgäu for hiking since this trip. That may need to be remedied as soon as possible if I spend much more time looking at this picture…
If it’s hot today as it was on this day, then I am supremely jealous of my past self. Nothing feels quite like some Wisconsin lake spray on your face when the humidity is through the roof. Most Wisconsinites would probably live directly on a lake in summer, given half the chance.
On the other hand, taking a tour on the Original Wisconsin Ducks is hardly an every day occurrence. But when taking your German boyfriend to visit the tourist trap capital of the state, it’s a must. Everything is a little cheesy (WI pun intended), but it’s pretty fun either way.
Before actually moving to Europe, this is the kind of thing that I pictured. Does it happen every day? Um, no. But when it does happen, it’s glorious. If you are ever in Brussels, be sure to go to A La Mort Subite. It is the Euro-dream come to life.
Usually I try to fit in at least one visit to the Villagers every summer. On one trip, BV and I took the scenic route (as my dad would say), and passed an absolutely brilliant field of purple flowers along the way. We made a mental note to stop on the way home to take some pictures, but that ended up being unnecessary. The Villagers had some things to do on that Saturday during the day, but they gave us some hiking tips for the area, and off we set. I’m pretty sure we veered FAR off course, as we were out for damn near the entire day, went through villages they didn’t even recognize the names of, oh, and did I mention it was at least 90 degrees? Thank goodness some of those villages had beer.
But at some point as we wandered along in the blistering sun, we recognized a smudge of purple in the distance. Sure enough, it was that field again. It almost seemed fake, lying there in between the greens and golds of the crops in the surrounding fields, but it was real. We skirted the edge as we turned ourselves (we hoped) back in the direction of the Villagers, and listened to the hum of thousands and thousands of bees. Can’t think of too many better ways to spend a Saturday.