Saturday was probably the nicest day this year so far, so we spent the day wandering around the seaside village of NorthBerwick. Hopefully your weekend was also great. Here are a few awesome/useful things to help ease you back into the week:
September 2014 marked the beginning of a life-changing journey for the Foster clan. Our first home abroad was the village of Cruzy in the Hérault department in southern France. Population <900, super sleepy and far from the hectic pace of the Bay area we left behind.
It is hard to avoid the Fringe Festival if you are in Edinburgh in August, though I was determined to try. All it took was one great show to take me from ambivalence to fan of the Fringe. Here is what we saw:
This relocation extravaganza hit me haaaaaard. I've been keeping my head down, focusing on the kids, and have left dear Deserae to keep ITTB afloat while I figure things out. WARNING: I'm about to vent.
One of my favorite places to visit in Ireland was the seaport town of Cobh, Ireland. Set at the mouth of the harbor near Cork, shops and pubs line the waterside main street and the church looms over the town like a crown. But this colorful town with a funny name is not just a pretty tourist destination. Like a strong Irish Breakfast tea, Cobh is steeped in history.
Recently I did some hiking in Southern Utah, including an amazing day hiking The Wave, and I learned something important from the experience: Your gear can make or break your hike. It only took one time with no hat and the wrong shoes to realize those seemingly small articles can make such a big difference. Here are a few things I found essential to a positive day wandering around amid the rocks and cactus.
The biggest goal for my time back in Southern Utah, besides visiting family, was a hike to The Wave. Located just over the border in Arizona, the hike is famously hard to do, not because the hike itself is too difficult, but because permits are hard to get. Only twenty people are allowed permits to visit The Wave on any given day. But we beat the odds and spent a day exploring in the desert wilderness.
Recently, we spent a long weekend in Northern California visiting friends. High on my list of things to do on our visit was a visit to the New Clairvaux winery at Vina, California, about 20 minutes North of Chico. I had never been to New Clairvaux. It wasn’t until after I moved away from Chico that I discovered the monastery vineyard, and my interest was further piqued when I learned about the gothic church from Spain being reconstructed on the site.
Recently we spent a long weekend in Chico, CA visiting dear dear friends and taking in the early Springtime. Table Mountain was a riot of color, looking a bit like a Jackson Pollack painting with so many wildflowers.
After a good 20 hours of travel time, including two hours of delays aboard the plane before takeoff out of Philadelphia, we made it to California before 11 pm on March 1st. We made it just under the wire to pick up our rental car and check into our hotel.
This weekend we piled into the car and drove west with no real destination in mind and found ourselves on Mizen Head on one of the most beautiful days we have had since we crossed over into Ireland last month.