Tag Archives: Random Musings

Our first two days in the Kloof, it rained. This was new. Last time, the weather varied from hot to “OMG MY FACE IS MELTING LIKE THAT NAZI FROM RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARC” hot.

Now it was colder than it had been in London the week before, which isn’t really saying much, because London was weirdly warm. I don’t really know if that has to do with global warming or something to do with the monarchy (I don’t really understand how either work, to be honest). But the Kloof was, on those first two days, downright chilly. We went out anyway.

 

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By popular demand, here are a few more scenes from St. Albans. (Tomorrow we’ll talk about South Africa and the Kloof some more. And then I’ll go back even further, to our Australia trip, and then … I have a lot to cover, folks. A lot. This blog NEVER ENDS. It is forever unfinished. It both haunts my dreams and is the reason I wake up in the morning (along with cake).

Cake in Spittlefields.

But I digress.)

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I’d seen London so many times before. But I don’t think it’s ever been as lovely as it was at the end of October.

 

I’ve heard it said that living in Seattle is like being married to a beautiful woman who’s sick all the time. And while that’s clever, it’s a little chauvinistic, isn’t it? So while I could use the same analogy to describe London, I’ve tweaked it a bit.

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I’m working on a post about a pitch-black restaurant we visited in London, but it’s taking me longer than I thought to pull together. In the meantime, I wanted to share with you some photos from our trip to California over the holidays.

These were taken by our friend Dawn at dinner on our last night in San Diego.


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The sky in Ashland during our last trip.

 

Yesterday afternoon, after a surprisingly productive few days, my brain broke and refused to yield one more word of content. I tried bribing it with promises of a new pair of jeans, but that didn’t work, and so I ate an entire half cobbler, thinking maybe that would do the trick.

It did not, but I got to eat half a cobbler (I’d eaten the other half the night before), so I guess that counted as a win.

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The Travel Blogging Summit that I attended in D.C. last month was held in the Eisenhower Building, around the corner from the White House, and a formidable structure in its own right:

What it looked like when we left. Moments before, a motorcade carrying Joe Biden based us. Apparently he waved, but I missed it.

But perhaps more miraculous than its exterior were the spirals inside of it, ones I think I would have missed had it not been for Lillie.

I was lucky enough to spend most of the summit seated next to her, and found her instantly engaging and mindful (on her own blog, she noted the lack of diversity among the attendees, something she voiced to me during the summit.)

During a brief break, I saw her photographing a spiral staircase just outside our meeting room and had to follow suit.

 

Pretty fantastic, isn’t it?

 

As the day went on, I would repeatedly tell her that she reminded me of a friend back in Seattle, so often that I’m sure she found it annoying. A more apt thing to say would have been this: she felt, even after minutes of meeting her, like a friend.

And the best sort, too: the ones who are able to show you things that you would have missed on your own.

From a night market in Barcelona, where I wanted to eat all the things.

I am a sugar fanatic.

This should hardly come as a surprise to anyone who’s visited this site at least once (I have a category of posts labeled “Cupcake Death Match“). When the debate between sweet and savory comes up, I scoff, because it’s no contest.

When I snack, it’s something sugar-laden, like a bowl of frosted cereal, or an entire sheet cake. I have a bag of peppermint M&Ms in my fridge, and I regularly pull out a few candies throughout the day to munch on.

Starting at 8 in the morning.

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… and I’m pretty okay with that.

I am conflicted and hopeful. I guess politics will do that to you.

I got home last week from my first trip ever to D.C. It was brief, yet felt monumental in all sorts of ways. Perhaps because I was surrounded by monuments.

 

It was my first trip to the nation’s capital, and my first truly solo trip. That seems strange and almost impossible – I’m a travel blogger, after all. I should go places alone (and, indeed, I spend most of my travel days by myself, roaming around the city). But the actual traveling aspect of the trip has never been solo. I’ve always flown with a friend, or Rand, or arrived somewhere and met family or loved ones. I’ve never landed in a strange city, truly on my own.

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