We initially joined Travelblog to chronicle our summer-long trip in '07, and have since continued to blog about our domestic adventures. Still keeping our eye on the prize, though, and trying to save for our round-the-world adventure.
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September 15th 2012
On September 15th, in the heart of the Bluegrass, flanked by historic brick colonials and shaded by a tall maple tree, Andras and I were finally married! We opted for a small, intimate ceremony combining a blend of natural beauty with southern elegance. In the weeks and months before, I'd busily hit the corners of the country again - Seattle for a bridal shower, New York to pick up the wedding dress - while Andras was out of the country in Mexico. The days prior were filled with last-minute errands, picking up family at the airport and finalizing arrangements for the rehersal dinner, watching the weather forecast call first for rain, then for thunderstorms, then for severe thunderstorms strickly limited to the hours our wedding was to be held outdoors. And somehow, everything was perfect. Up ... read more
July 4th 2011
Happy Birthday America! Wow. Over 40,000 shells in an array of colors ranging from the predictable red, white and blue to the dazzling gold and silver shimmers and even green, orange, turquoise and purple, juxtaposed with the black inky waters of the Hudson and the steel and concrete skyline of Manhattan. These pyrotechnics were certainly part of the largest fireworks we’ve ever seen. Andras even stated (unprompted, mind you) that a day spent sitting on a New Jersey sidewalk was well worth it, and that he was very glad we didn't decide to call it quits when it started getting hot and we were looking to run out of a water. That should tell you how amazing this was. Because we found ourselves in a major metropolitan area this 4th of July, we decided to fore-go ... read more
June 1st 2011
Yes, literally in the footsteps - or wagon tracks as it were - of the America pioneers, expanding across the Great Plains and deserts to the valleys of the west, all in the name of Manifest Destiny. We were, naturally, doing things backwards, having started (both in terms of this trip and of life) in the Northwestern corner of the country and traversing eastward, relocating much of our stuff from Seattle back to Kentucky. "Hold on just a moment," you say. "Weren't you living in New York? And didn't you join Travelblog in the first place because you were making an epic cross-country move from Kentucky to Seattle?" How very astute of you, good reader. Yes. We were and we did. But life, just like a neatly planned itinerary, rarely goes as planned. If we're lucky, ... read more
May 30th 2011
The last time we drove through Montana and Yellowstone we were embarking on our "once in a lifetime" roadtrip. And yet, here we are a few years later driving along in the same car, the same roads, same life. It's comforting to be reminded that wonderous places and grand adventures don't have to be singular experiences; just because you only have one life, doesn't mean you only have to live once. You can (should) live everyday and make the most of even the most trying circumstances. That philosophy was how we found ourselves rising to the calls of wild geese, rather than the buzz of a cheap alarm clock at the nearest motor-inn. This go-around Yellowstone wasn't even an intended destination. But after scrutinizing the roadmaps yesterday we figured we ought to take advantage of its ... read more
May 21st 2011
From the northeast to the southwest, two days after my graduation in New York City we flew 2,500 miles down to San Diego to attend my sister's. Everytime I go to southern California I'm struck by the difference in culture, and not in a particularly pleasant way. Maybe it's residual childhood resentment - us laid-back Pacific Northwesterners, with our messy hair, flannel covered arms and sock-filled sandals, standing ground against the influx of carefull coifed bleached-blond, busty, bikini babes and hard-bodies migrating north during the real-estate dot com boom of the early 90s. As kids we would roll our eyes at California license plates. "Oh they're from California..." Pushy. Stuck up. Superficial. Can't drive. And honestly, parts of San Diego remind me exactly why we used to say that. But I do like to believe that ... read more
May 19th 2011
New York is a city known for its food - from roaming street trucks to elusive high-end restaurant reservations, traditional dishes flitting around this hub of immigration past and present and serving as the media backdrop in the lastest of culinary and gastronomic innovation. It seems almost sacrilegious that I've yet to write anything up about all the noshing one can do both in Manhattan and the outer burroughs, particularly in light of the fact that the reason we relocated to New York initially so that I could matriculate into a graduate program that took food scholarship seriously. I seem to always leave people imagining that I head off to the ivory tower each morning to mix and mingle with famous chefs, to dine on foie gras and shiso leaves while debating the merits of this ... read more
April 23rd 2011
I have a difficult time deciding on a favorite season, but when it comes to spring in New York I must admit that for all the pros, I can think of very few cons. Flowers everywhere, with such a vibrancy as everyone slowly emerges from a season of black wool and boots to colorful sundresses and sandals. A time when picnics supplement dinner reservations and productivity slowly gives way to long, meandering walks in the park. After months of dismal weather the sun emerged over the weekend showering the streets with a explosion of petals as trees burst forth with blooms and buds. Because I've been in "thesis mode" for the past several weeks, it took a little convincing from Andras to put down the books, step away from the keyboard, and emerge from my academic ... read more
August 8th 2010
As the day ends we watch the tide slowly wash away the products of the day - sand castles melting away under the persistent rising water, removing away all residue and reminders of the days activities. It's the perfect metaphor. Awakening to a new day, a new beach and a new start. Rathrevor Beach Provincial Park is incredible; I would have never imagined that such an endless expanse of sandy beach existed anywhere this far north along the west coast. The shallow shelf allow what feels like miles of exposed shoreline to appear every day as the water recedes. It was an entirely unplanned stop. The original 'plan' was to leave Point-no-Point and zig-zag a path across the island out to Tofino, but Andras spotted a one-page article on Rathrevor in one of the magazines at ... read more
July 28th 2010
Vancouver Island is beautiful, especially once you start moving away from the strait and venture closer towards the coast of the Pacific. Wild berries, eagles, seals, crashing ocean waves, water worn pebbles, the sound of gulls riding a current and the fresh scent of fir and pine. Magnificent! It's as if all the quintessence of the northwest has somehow been condensed and put on display for all to see and experience in one spot - which really, if you think about it, is what transforms a location into a locale, particularly one visitors might desire to visit. The lure of such imagined Northwestiness was too strong to resist, especially for two Northwesterners, and even when our actual experiences failed to align with our anticipated ones, the lovely thing about memory is that you can conveniently neglect ... read more
July 25th 2010
Andras gets only one week of vacation a year (one!) but with a brand new passport in his hand, and an underused one in mine, a trip outside the border was imperative - so hello Canada! For the longest time American citizens didn't need a passport to cross back-and-forth over the 49th parallel and the city of Vancouver is similar to Seattle in so many ways that in order to feel like we were actually "going someplace else" we ferried across the Strait of Juan de Fuca to the decidedly more European feeling city of Victoria, on Vancouver Island, and spent our time there rather than on the mainland. As the legislative seat, the atmosphere of Victoria certainly puts the 'British' in British Columbia, at least as far as two Yanks are concerned, and if one ... read more