Stripped of the distraction of routine, blissfully ignorant of the people, politics and pace, three hours behind home we can live in the past and in the moment all at once.
Our Everyday
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Posts from the “travel” Category
The first time you drive somewhere you know every street name, the distance between every turn and notice each building and discernible landmark, mentally dropping bread crumbs so you can find your way back. The first time you drive somewhere the journey is long in comparison to each one after.
During our vacation in Southern California we drove the Pacific Coast Highway, taking in the unending scenery of sun, sky and sea. Some places we intended to stop, some places made us stop. We didn’t stop enough and never long enough. But I dropped as many bread crumbs as I could so that I could find my way back.
The patina on a well worn bench, the yellow-tinged pages of a book, the fray of a couch cushion. Someone else sat there, touched this, lived here. It may have very well been an ordinary someone on a very ordinary day or across a series of ordinary years but the wear that remains is the permanence of time, the permanence of life. Each mark of wear holds a story, each story leaving with those that carry them. Many have come and many more will; these objects will catalog this history. These objects will bring that history to our today.
Children’s Museum of the Arts is a nonprofit arts facility that brings hands-on art programming to children. Located in the Hudson Square neighborhood of Manhattan, the space is entirely dedicated to hands-on art activities ranging from clay to painting, sound to computer graphics. This jewel box of a space was our playground for a cold Thursday afternoon.
The Cayman Cookout hosted by Eric Ripert is a weekend celebrating food, wine and the natural beauty of the Caribbean. Held annually world famous chefs, mixologists and wine experts are featured in events held throughout the weekend. We selected one very special event to attend, the Barefoot BBQ which featured food by Anthony Bourdain, Jose Andres, Marcus Samuelsson and Eric Ripert and sweet creations from Norman Love.
“Girl, you’re looking fine tonight
And every guy has got you in his sight
What you’re doing with a clown like me
Is surely one of life’s little mysteries
There are many things in life to be grateful for; that warm cup of coffee in the morning that allows you to resemble some form of an intelligent person, the delicious hug your child gives you when you least expect it, taking a sip of a smooth glass of Bordeaux while you look across the table at your friend’s laughing eyes, laying in bed next to your son reading “Nate” while he interrupts occasionally to tell you about something funny he did at school that day, trying on that new dress and seeing the reaction on your husband’s face and sleeping each night in a cozy bed of 500 thread-count sheets.
There are many little things, everyday, to be grateful for. And then, sometimes, there is a majorly huge, fantastic, extraordinary thing to be grateful for. Like when your husband plans a wonderful getaway to Grand Cayman, inviting some of your dearest friends, to celebrate your 40th birthday.
My Disney Girl’s Perfectly Princess Tea Party at the Grand Floridian describes itself as “this fantasy-come-true showers young princesses with the royal treatment.” Greeted by Rose Petal, having rose petals sprinkled over her head and crowned a princess Penny began a magical morning.
Sunset over Central Park
“Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?”
Our Everyday 