I do love living out here, where I can watch the forest change season to season.
If you’re in the mood for a tasty pretzel, a large pile of thinly-sliced radishes, and a dish of Franken’s finest Obatzda, get yourself to the Nürnberg Volksfest. It’s on for one more week, but no promises that I don’t get there and eat all the Obatzda first.
There are few things that I love more than this time of year, with every field, garden, and even highway rest stops, full of bright red spots of poppies.
This building looks like it belongs in a Wes Anderson movie. Someone tell him to get on that please.
There’s a dusting of snow and frost on the ground here, but it hardly compares to this lovely, snowy morning at the home of our Village friends. The good news is that the sun is shining today, which makes the biting cold at least a little bit friendlier.
On this day two years ago we visited the Hill of Tara, once the seat of the High Kings of Ireland. The little hills and ridges are the remains of ancient earthen structures, and it feels like the sort of place where you shouldn’t be allowed to tramp all over it… but you are. The 360 degree views of the surrounding Irish countryside are spectacular, even on a gray and windy late-December day like we had. We don’t often take bus tours (as evidenced by this post), but we did on this occasion and it was worth it for the color commentary of our fellow travelers alone. Maybe that’s a story for another day…
The Munich Residenz really brings it when it comes to high ceilings, well-patterned floors, and rooms absolutely covered in gilding. Well played, Bavarian royalty. Spending a day with you is always a good idea.
This picture is basically life goals, assuming the dog is just out of shot and I have learned how to make Kaiserschmarrn as well as they do here at the Hutzenalm. Seriously, go there just to eat that. It’s choice.
Even the Gardener’s shy sheep can be spotted on soft evenings in the spring…
I’m definitely one of those people who enjoys a good bit of lens flare, even if does obscure one of my favorite views in the world. This little square was always a good one to wander through on a rambling spring walk in Praha.