This weekend, Scott and I spent an overnight at the Borgata Hotel and Casino, in Atlantic City. It was our first night away from Blue. As much as I missed him, I enjoyed the time away with Scott. Even though we didn’t escape the cold nor spend that much time away.
If you’re just joining in, a while back, I published a post about my 5 day itinerary in Tuscany. Here, I will continue with 7 nights in the Amalfi Coast and Rome.
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.
Last week, Scott and I hit an all-time high with anxiety and exhaustion.
For me, it was my routine time-of-the-month in which I want to crawl out of my skin due to pain and discomfort. For Scott, it was a combination of physical and mental exhaustion from work and managing the reno for The House on High Street.
As I write this, my heart is heavily burdened in reading the news story about the woman in Sudan who was sentenced to death…because of her faith. (You can read about it here.)
It made me think for a moment. What if that happened to me? Would I be courageous enough to stand up for my faith in Jesus Christ?Gosh, I hope so. And, what about life in the Sudan…or so many other places in the world, where there is so much persecution? Who am I to complain about anything? And, why do I worry so much about everything, when I know God tells me ‘to be anxious for NOTHING’? (Phil. 4:6)