This past weekend included a bunch of “firsts” for me. My first time using Airbnb to book overnight accommodations. My first time leaving Cooper home, with his new dog-sitter. My first Country Music Festival. And, my first time seeing Carrie Underwood, live! It was all just amazing!
For those of us who love to travel, when visiting a new place, we hope to get the most out of our time and money. Undoubtedly, social media is a convenient and helpful resource that can make a huge difference on a traveler’s wallet and itinerary. Personally, I refuse to travel before reading the typically-reliable reviews, on websites such as tripadvisor, of those who have already “been there and done that”.
Yesterday, I visited my first Chestertown Historic House Tour, in Pennsylvania. Scott’s Godfather, Uncle Curt, bought us tickets and graciously volunteered to coordinate and chaperone our day. (I must say he is as good if not better in coordinating a field trip than I am, and I was a teacher for twelve years!)
I’m wondering if you can relate to this scenario in some form or fashion. I’m talking about the Special Occasion Countdown. How it should go vs. How it really happens.
A few days ago, I went for a wog in a beautiful historic neighborhood in Camden County, New Jersey. (Wogging is jogging with intervals of walking breaks.) There was a time in my life that I used to run like a gazelle. Once, a college professor of mine spotted me running on campus and later told me that I ran with such grace and speed it reminded him of a gazelle.
Those days are officially over.
Nowadays, if you see me exercising outdoors, chances are I am on a wog. And, I probably look like I am headed to the nearest bathroom facility.
Nevertheless, I make it a point to wog in locations that have beautiful scenery. That’s one of the perks to exercising outdoors, right? In this particular historic neighborhood, I couldn’t help but to slow it down to snap some photos along the way. I even passed a lemonade stand with two adorable blonde-haired boys.
I yelled from across the street, “If I make it back to my car alive, I will come back and buy some lemonade!”
Here are some photos of a historic neighborhood, taken during my wog.
This was a pleasant wog. I enjoyed the scenery and ended up going a further distance than I had anticipated. When I finally made it back to my car, I was very thirsty and very hot! I could barely untie my knotted shoelace to remove my car key to turn on the AC in my car…before I was about to pass out…
Ah! That felt good. Once I cooled off, I drove back to that adorable lemonade stand. My afternoon wog ended with a delicious and cold lemonade, served by two adorable little boys, in a mini dixie cup.
I only wish I had a porch swing to have taken a late afternoon nap. Oh, well. Perhaps someday at The House on High Street.
Last year was the first time I had visited Ithaca, and I immediately fell in love with it.