Feb 27 2013

One from the Archives: Paris

IMG_3337We spent five weeks in France last summer. FIVE weeks. And I didn’t blog nearly as much as I did in Iceland. Not nearly as much as I intended.
Let’s blame a toddler, and work, and me needing to tend to both. I am immensely proud of my little family for the way we rocked this trip. And yet I have tiny pangs of regret about not doing what I said I would do. The daily post. The better documentation. So now, six months later, I’m finally organizing the ephemera. I’ve decided to not be paralyzed by regret. Not this time. Not this trip.

Because the beauty of Paris is that if you allow it, there is no time for regrets. Instead, there were perfect moments like this one.

Our last week abroad we rented an apartment in the 7th. After we dumped the bags and exhaled, we tossed Loie in a stroller and walked. And this was a view as we turned a corner.

And that, my friends, was perfect.


May 26 2012

One from the Archive: Wedding Window

In the August before our wedding in 2009, I was almost surprised by a trip to Amsterdam. I say almost in that Brett had the idea and the desire but knew to pull a bride mid-planning and weeks away from the event away from all the, well, things could be dangerous. (note: not all brides need to plan or behave this way. I, in ways I am proud of and less proud of, needed to plan). So he instead surprised me with the idea of a trip, which was quite enough for me.

Off we jetted to Amsterdam for a long weekend. The city. Oh, that city.

As we wandered some street in some neighborhood I’d die to live in, we stumbled across this small collection in a window. I have no idea if it was a wedding-related business. Or a home. Or a message or just twee. But in those almost-married days, it was perfect.


May 3 2012

One from the Archive: Space for Monks

In the summer of 2007, I traveled to Thailand with two friends.

Several recommendations suggested getting out of Bangkok as quickly as possible. Once a small trading post, it’s now a megalopolis with some twelve million residents fighting for the technicolor cabs. Traffic is unlike anything I’ve experienced. Tuk tuks and cabs and bikes and cars and people and wow.

We opted, though, to spend several days on either end of trip in Bangkok.

While there, we took a river taxi ride on the Chao Phraya River. It’s a much mellower way to make your way around the city. And, at 2.5 baht, it’s about 8 cents to cross the river.

It was on a river taxi that I spotted these two Buddhist monks, resplendent in their saffron robes. Because monks avoid contact with women, the boats have a -Space for Monks-.