Life Goals Achieved

These have always been life goals of mine:

• Visit Maine
• Touch the Atlantic Ocean
• See the spectacular leaves-changing-color display in the northeast

Well, two out of three isn't bad.



On Thursday, I flew to Maine and on Saturday, I stuck my hand in the Atlantic. The trees must have missed the memo that I would be visiting but they were still beautiful, if yet too green.



Four days in Maine is not nearly enough for a lifetime but it was a good start. What little I saw of the state (from Portland to Boothbay on Route 1) was amazing and I can't wait to return and explore more of it. I saw lighthouses, coastline, boats of all descriptions, butterflies, brides, a human-sized lobster and Frank Santorelli from The Sopranos. What more could you ask of a weekend?



The best part was meeting Mary, my long-time online friend and confidant and a frequent commenter here. She graciously put up with me, my vegetarianism, and my raging allergies and actually seemed to have fun doing it. That's a true friend for you.







More photos from Maine can be found on my Flickr page.

Crazy, Hazy, Dozy

When it takes three times to get your administrator password right, you know it's been too long since you've blogged. Just saying...

I've just returned from a fabulous 10-day vacation in the UK and I'm struggling to find my footing again back here in my normal life. The state of my house after the frantic packing before the trip and the mountains of dirty laundry and nearly unpacked bags since the trip have me exhausted and overwhelmed. It has me so down I made myself vow to not do anything fun until I have things back in order.

I fear I may never smile again.

On top of all that, I'm severely jetlagged this time. I'm so tired, in fact, that I'm heading to bed now. At 7:30pm. Don't judge until you've walked a mile in these eyeballs. Or something like that. Don't laugh, I'm tired.

Something more interesting and informative should be on the way but I may need a few days to get back in the groove around here. In the meantime, I'll leave you with a few of my vacation photos and if you would like to see more of them, a good portion of them have been up loaded to Flickr. 

Now, to sleep...

 

The Beat of the Heart

Cities feel like beings to me, with pulses and emotions and the ability to provide comfort. The diversity of people, the economy, historical, civic and cultural events, and the prevalence of tourism all combine to give a city its heartbeat, its energy. Of course, the stronger those elements are, the stronger the beat. 

Chicago is probably my favorite city in the world. I only say 'probably' because I have not yet been to them all and it is possible that another may win my heart someday. But for today, Chicago is my favorite. I have always loved the energy I feel in Chicago. It is not an overwhelming, chaotic, frenzied type of energy that I assume larger cities like New York or Los Angeles may have (at least in areas) but more of a brisk yet purposeful, relaxed yet steady beat that keeps me motivated and positive.

I am heading up there again in a few weeks for an extended stay at my favorite hotel, in one of my favorite locations, and I intend to do all my favorite things. I also expect to spend hours working on my novel in a funky coffee shop, watching the colorful people pass by. I am looking forward to this visit with my dear friend. I have been gone far too long. 

Which is your favorite city? I am always looking for new places to visit, where would you have me travel?

My Trip to the UK

The Firsts 

• Flying Alone I managed to maneuver my way through four airports, four security checks and one customs stop on the way over and four airports (one was different this time), four security checks, one customs stop, and two baggage claims on the way back. I even threw in an extra country visit on the way home, too. And you know what? I did it. I had to rely on the kindness of strangers from time to time (the custodian who guided me through the mess that is Newark's airport, the woman who saved me a seat in the crowded waiting area while I ran to the bathroom in Chicago's O'Hare, and the airport security guard who translated for me in Amsterdam) but I did it. The amount of stress in traveling alone can be incredible but the feeling of independence and self-satisfaction is also.
• Leaving the Country I had never been outside the U.S. before this trip, not even to Mexico, which is practically the U.S.'s community pool. I was excited to see the UK before I left and if anything, even more delighted when I got there. The architecture and the countryside and the traffic and culture and the people... it was a feast for my senses. I wanted to look and touch and hear everything. We packed a lot into our week but I still left craving more.
• Foods  A potato is just a potato, right? No. Real English chips are a treat unlike anything you can find in the U.S. I was also treated to a proper English cream tea (scones with butter, jam and clotted cream! served with amazing tea), sticky toffee pudding with custard and a Cornish pasty... but not in the same day, of course. I loved the local specialities and I loved the traditions behind them.

The History

• Specifically We toured Westminster Cathedral, Bristol Cathedral, St. Paul's Cathedral, the Tower of London, the SS Great Britain, the Roman ruins, and the home of William Shakespeare. We saw Parliament, the River Thames and Big Ben. All of them were impressive, awesome, humbling.
• Generally But even more striking to me was the overwhelming feeling of permanence and solidity and grandeur that is amassed by a country that has been around for so many hundreds of years. To walk on cobblestone streets that Shakespeare had once trod or to stand in the shell of what remains of a bunker that once housed ancient Roman soldiers, you cannot put into words the feeling that overcomes you. Only in England could I actually see the interwoven human chain of all the generations that have come before and all those that will follow. It made me realize just how fleeting our time here is and yet how vitally important that we use it to the best of our abilities.

The Highlights

• Shakespeare Seeing Shakespeare performed in an English theatre by English actors was one of the best nights I have ever had. I am sure I have never been better entertained. It was a magnificent time. 
• Cary Grant  I was able to see and hug the bronze, life-sized statue of Cary Grant in Millennium Park in Bristol. I know he was just a man, just an actor, but I still have an enormous amount of respect and love for his talent and his kind heart. His films have become friends to me and it meant so much to pay even that small tribute to him. I am still trembling inside.
• Weather We always think of England of being under a perpetual rain cloud but the weather was beautiful that week. It drizzled only a few minutes on Wednesday and then rained most of the day on the Saturday before I left but other than that, it was perfect. The temperature was mild, the skies blue, and the breezes moderate. We were able to hike through the Cotswolds and Wales and around London and Bristol without a problem. I am so thankful.
• Rugby And speaking of rain on Saturday, it did not matter a bit because we had an entire day of rugby to watch! I cannot believe how hard I fell for this sport but I did. The Six Nations tournament was just winding up my last weekend there so I was able to see all six teams in action and I loved every minute. An unexpected joy, to be sure.

There are dozens of other aspects of the trip and many, many more things that we saw and toured and experienced but I will leave those tucked away in my memory as my own special treasures. I had debated even writing this post, given that it has been two and a half weeks since I returned home, but I wanted to reflect on a few of the feelings I had that week so I could always come back here and relive them. Overall, I want to remember the feeling of comfort I had while there. I am sure I have not felt more at ease or more at home in a new environment ever before. It felt as though the city of Bristol, and the country itself, embraced me.

I cannot wait to return.