Yard Sale?

The week after Christmas Jonathan and I took a trip to Chiavenna, Italy with our good friends The Harpers. We stayed in a charming chalet owned by a charming Italian named Luciano. Luciano spoke little English, and we spoke no Italian, so checking in was interesting. Luciano showed us the "down-a-side" (downstairs) and "up-a-side" (upstairs) of our chalet and even brought us the leftovers of his families Panettone (traditional Christmas Italian cake/bread).

The highlight of our trip was the skiing. Although, I have to admit, that I was the weakest link when it came to ski-skills. We spent our first day at Modesimo. Modesimo was a pretty nice ski resort, though very icy and therefore difficult for non-practiced skiers (like myself). I would brag that I didn't actually yard sale and I did not fall on any runs down the slope, but the fact that I collapsed on the ground while standing still on the top of the mountain makes any boast completely illegitimate. Thanks to J for taking a picture of that moment.

For our second, and BEST, day of skiing we headed to Switzerland to ski the Engadin Mountains at St Moritz. An Italian highly recommended St Moritz to us saying that it was where all the rich and famous go, but that it was "freaking cold". He was right. It was freezing at the bottom of the mountain. He was also right that the rich and famous go there. Many of the ski lodges on the slope required reservations for lunch. If you wanted to eat a la carte, a bowl of chile con carne was 24 euro. Being the classy, yet crafty, Americans that we are, we packed homemade sandwiches into our coat pockets. Any attempt at fitting in with the rich crowd was spoiled as we pulled the flattened sandwiches from our pockets and tore open the saran wrap. We somehow scraped together enough money to buy a round of beers. Priorities, people. During lunch we spotted many trophy wives following their 30+ year older husbands down the slope. I guess Holly and I don't classify as trophy wives.....

Embarrassingly, after two days of skiing my knees and body were exhausted. We rounded off the rest of our week with plenty of wine, beer, reading by the fire and playing games. All in all, an awesome trip with no yard sales (except for maybe the one Holly had when she slid halfway down the mountain upside down on her back). Ha.

This and That.

I usually upload photo's onto my computer from my camera once every year. At best. As it is "that time again", I thought I would put some random pictures up from the past couple of months.

I was in D.C. during the first week of October for a close family friends wedding. Jonathan was supposed to go on a work trip (which actually never happened), so my brother was my date. Most times when my brother and I go out together, every assumes that we are dating since we look NOTHING alike. He somehow inherited our Irish-genes while I did not. We had an awesome weekend in D.C. with my parents and the wedding was a blast.

For Jonathan's birthday this year I bought him a home-brew kit so that he can make his own tasty brews at home. I'm pretty sure I caught a glimpse of what Jonathan was like when he opened Christmas presents when he was little. I'm also pretty sure that I saw a tear or two as Jonathan gently caressed the beer making supplies. (what did I do!!??!!). Jonathan's first batch of beer was, according to our friend Dr. EZ, a success since he didn't get "the runs" from the home brew! Everyone enjoyed it and I have to say that it tasted as good, and maybe better than, some of the beers in the pubs here. Jonathan just started his second batch...a Winter Warmer...so we're excited to taste that one too.

Quite possibly the most fun event we have been to in England was the Dog Races at Mildenhall. Holly got us a great deal for the races: 10 pounds for fish and chips, entrance to the races, two-one pound bets, and a pint!! Between the four of us, we won over 40 pounds betting on the dogs. I successfully chose the second place dog EVERY race, unfortunately my winnings were 0. Whatever. Maybe it was bad luck after Holly and I decided it was a good idea to take a pictures of the dogs, mid-race, with flash photography. Woops.

Jonathan, Holly and Dan at the races.

I went to the Lavender fields in Norfolk with a couple of friends a while back. The lavender fields were actually not as big as we thought they would be, but they were still pretty. Of course, it was raining when we went. (Thanks England)

At the end of November my job will finish, then my class finishes a week after that, and I will be in Alabama for Thanksgiving with my parents and Jonathan. Lots to look forward to...

Country Roads.

Life has been pretty hectic since my last post. I got a job (woohoo!) and I started my last class for my DPT (woohoo!).

I am a community physiotherapist working for the NHS (National Health Service) in England. I drive A LOT for my job. It takes me about 1 and 1/2 hours to get to the office in the mornings, and since I am a community physio I drive to all of my patients homes-which are, on average, 30 minutes from my office. I initially was driving my car, an American left-side car sedan. Despite 40-point turns to park my beast in tiny English parking lots, I never exactly realized just how 'big" my car is for this country. These are pictures of two of the 60 mile per hour, "two-laned" roads that I take to get to some of my patients out in the country:

Needless to say, driving my left-sided car on these country roads was getting my adrenalin pumping...especially when a huge semi-trailer was heading directly at my car going 60 miles per hour.

I now drive our right-side drive British car and, although I still fear for my life multiple times a day, I know that I can at least see around bends and turns and if I hold my breath, I just might make it past that huge truck without a scrape. The bushes on the other side of my car, not so lucky...

The Oregon Coast

Tide pools Sunset in Lincoln City

Lincoln City Newport (and the best coffee EVER)

Jonathan and I spent an amazing week in the Northwest this past July. A whirlwind weekend in Seattle for a friends wedding followed by a relaxing week at the beach in Oregon made for a great family vacation. We were able to spend our time with Jonathan's parents, brother and his brother's fiancee.

The Pacific Northwest is FAR different than the East coast (I, myself, claim to be from the East). Everyone that I met was super friendly, inviting and generally happy (which is, unfortunately a lot different than both my current home and previous homes on the east coast). Portland was quite possibly one of the coolest, most unique American cities that I have been to (although, Boston is still my favorite). The REI alone in Portland is enough to make me happy, then you add Voodoo Donuts which offers the best donuts around, an amazing Nike store, and crazy entertaining homeless people wandering the streets and was SOLD. Residents of the city did fit my stereotype of "granola-ey", but they pull off the granola look with style. I could definitely see myself settling in Portland someday.

Oregon, the state, pretty cool as well. A good friend of mine is Oregonian and has been talking up her state since I met her. Having visited Portland and spent a week in Lincoln City, I have to say that she wasn't lying. The beach at Lincoln City was absolutely beautiful, if not a little (or a LOT) cold and windy. Despite the cold at the beach, our week their was perfect. We were able to fly kites, go on runs, check out the tide pools, see Sea Lions!!, eat yummy seafood chowder and eat lots and lots of ice cream.

All in all, it was a great trip. As it turns out, the West Coast really isn't as bad as everyone on the East Coast says it is! ;)


Jumping off the sand dunes. (This picture looks FAR more impressive than my actual 1 foot jump.)

Paris

About a month ago, Jonathan was sent to Paris to "work" at the air show so I decided to tag along for a cheap trip. The airshow was pretty amazing, as far as airshows go. Lots of European fighters, jumbo airliners and missle displays. While Jonathan and the other air crew members worked at the show, I spent my time wondering around the streets of Paris...

Ah, Paris. A beautiful city full of charming side walk vendors, pastry shops, art...and Parisians. I have been to Paris 4 times in my life (and yes, I am a travel snob). Out of all the amazing places to see in Europe, I am a little sad and embarassed to admit how many times I have been to Paris. Don't get me wrong, Paris is pretty neat and probably on most peoples "must see" list of Europe. That being said, the atmosphere in Paris, in my own opinion, (read: the people) is snobby, condescending and a bit stick-up-the-rear-ish (for lack of a better term). Despite that, I had a great time wondering the city. I walked past almost all of the major sites including Notre Dame, The Louvre, Champs de Elysses, and the Arc de Triumph. One of the funnier moments of my trip occured when I was sitting at a cafe eavesdropping on an American couples' conversation. Like many Americans that travel Europe, this couple came equipped with two fanny packs, a large camera, and lack of an INSIDE voice (aka. they talk REAL loud). While discussing the sights they wanted to see during the day, the wife said to the husband "I really can wait to see the Louvre" (Pronounced LEW-VREY). Lucky for me, because I was watching this all unfold, the waiter had just walked over to the table to take their lunch order when this was said. His face crumpled when she asked him where the "LEW-VREY" was in relation to the cafe....pretty sure they got a free side of saliva with their French Onion soup. HA. Ah, Americans. Gotta love us.

One of the highlights of the trip was going to the Moulin Rouge for a show. Categorized as a Cabaret, the Moulin Rouge show is like a really bad version of a Broadway musical (in French). The dancing was a bit so-so, the costumes a bit, uh, lacking in material, and the Shetland ponies were just scary. BUT, it was really fun to sit inside the Moulin Rouge and it was an experience I will always remember.

All in all, our trip to Paris was pretty awesome. There is something to be said about being able to "hop on" a train from your town and arrive in Paris a couple of hours later.

Death by Toaster?

English summers are the time of year when the temperatures tip the scale in the mid 70's, British chavs walk around with little to no clothing on, and when spiders decide to invade.  The spiders here can be MONSTERS.  During the summer months, we keep the windows open to get some fresh air in our un-airconditioned house allowing spiders to freely roam into our territory.  Jonathan being the nice, and somewhat granola-ey person that he is, likes to let the spiders we find in our house live.  He especially likes the daddy-long-legs because, according to him, they eat other spiders and are awesome.  I on the other hand perfer that anything in our house that is living and uninvited should meet my can of Raid and take a little water slide ride down the toilet. (Uninvited house guests beware.)  The only problem is that I am a big sissy when it comes to picking spiders up and I either have to a) use a whole roll of paper towel to ensure that the spider does not come back to life and jump of me or (the more likely choice) b) soak the offender in a puddle of Raid and leave it until Jonathan comes home from work.  Jonathan loves that.  Well this morning, I opened the toaster to make some toast and found a spider crushed between the door and the toaster where it met its "warm" death. 

 

 My can of Raid was spared, but I was so disgusted that a spider somehow crawled INTO my toaster I couldn't eat my toast.  At least my can of Raid was spared for another day.  

Amanda!

One of my oldest friends, Amanda, made the trek out to England to visit me this past April. Since she would only be here for about 4 days, we decided to stay local and check out London, Cambridge and Bury. It was awesome to catch up with Amanda, and I really enjoyed seeing some new things in London. Some of the highlights:

-Sushi (yum)-Touring Westminster Cathedral--chatting up the head of cathedral "security" and getting to meet the Dean of the Cathedral

-Riding the bus around London. Usually we take the Tube (which is underground). It was really neat to sit on the second level of the bus and watch the city go by...

-Taking a running tour around Buckingham Palace and Hyde Park. We not only got a nice hour jog in, but we also got to see some of the best sights in London. Below is Amanda's excellent attempt of a self portrait in front of the Palace for your viewing pleasure.

After London, Amanda and I spent a day wandering around Cambridge. We peaked into a bunch of the college campuses and made our way around the River Cam. On Amanda's final day in England, we spent the day in Bury walking through the market and the abbey gardens. I realized that I sometimes take for granted that I live in such a cute and charming little town. I also realized that I have not posted pictures of Bury...so I've put some of those up too.
All in all, I had a great time hanging out with Amanda and being a tourist in England.