I post a lot of pretty stuff, so consider this to be balance. Tell me how you really feel, London.
Thanks to a twitter thread that got out of hand last year, we found ourselves in Leipzig for a weekend to meet up with a whole pile of cool folks for an evening. Having never been to the city before, we thoroughly enjoyed our day of wandering beforehand. I was shocked at the amount of green right in the middle of the city, and this Wunschbaum, or wish tree, was an even more colorful sighting.
I feel fairly lazy today looking at this throw back to this day two years ago. Nine hours up and down the highest peak in Norway is slightly more intense than a few flights of U-Bahn stairs in between here and the Biergarten, which is as far as I got today. Oh well, a girl’s gotta get her Bavarian breakfast when she can.
Greetings from the fiery midst of Europe! In case you haven’t heard, we’re having a fairly major heatwave and this week has been a whole lot of sweating in various locations, and/or hiding inside the house with windows and shutters closed until the safety of nightfall. While I don’t doubt that this fjord is still far too cooooooold for a swim, it sure would’ve been nice to have the option this week.
This reminds me of the fact that I never actually finished writing about all the things we did in Cinque Terre, and since that was four years ago… think I have to let that one go. Suffice to say, even the parts that I didn’t post about were also gorgeous and skies were crazy and buildings were sun-kissed and and and… *sigh* Italy.
Early summer in Salzburg is unbelievably picturesque. Oh wait, that’s every season in Salzburg. The roses are a nice touch though.
What are we holding up? Laurels? Umbrellas? Our hoods on our heads in gale-force winds? In March… you never know.
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.
Oh, the top nine insta posts. So succinct, and at least in my case, so pointy.
The highlights this year are decidedly less Scandinavian than last year, but I suppose staying closer to home is okay when it looks like this. For those interested in a slighter closer look at all the things I didn’t get to blogging about (pretty sure I say that every year), click on!
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…