Allow me to introduce sweet, 9-day-old baby Eddie. This little guy was an excellent model, I don’t even think he cried once.
I wish the world was flat like the old days
If only it were that easy to travel. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the hustle and bustle of the airport, a good adrenaline rush as you run from one side of the airport to the other, hoping to make your connecting flight. The sunsets and sunrises that you see from your window seat that make you feel like you need to pinch yourself to know that they’re real. A good travel story…that’s what I live for.
One day I’m going to keep an actual travel journal so that I can relive my experiences on the road. For now though, my blog is my travel journal. Let’s step back to March 2013 when I traveled to Italy. You may remember these blog posts: When in Rome, Oh Sicily…, and St. Joseph’s Day in Sicily. Well, here is Palermo. One day, while staying at Case Vecchie, we took a day trip to downtown Palermo to visit one of the farmer’s markets. WHAT. AN. EXPERIENCE. I remember like it was yesterday how I nearly lost my breakfast on the bus ride into town from all of the twists and turns of the road. And then once we got into town, it was so crowded. The streets were filled with both shoppers and vendors. We tasted the sweetest and probably the most delicious strawberries I’ve ever eaten in my life.
After exploring the market we found a small restaurant with outdoor seating where the 12 of us enjoyed eggplant caponata along with fresh cheese and bread purchased at the market. This is one of life’s simple pleasures. This is living.
Helloooooo Internet! It sure has been an awfully long time since I’ve last blogged anything. Let’s see if I still remember how this works.
Back in December I took a trip to Las Vegas with my family. We’ve been going for the past few years and each time we like to try and see something different. Last year we visited the Hoover Dam and this time, I wanted to check out Death Valley National Park in California. By going in December, we didn’t get to TRULY experience what it’s like to be in the middle of the desert under the hot sun, but I’m okay with that. It was a *warm* 70 degrees…unlike Philadelphia right now, where it’s a bitter 9 degrees with a -8 degree wind chill.
I’m in awe of the desert, probably because it’s just something I don’t see everyday. Every landscape, every rock, it’s just all so different and beautiful. While researching where to go and what to see in Death Valley, I came across two places I just had to see for myself: Goldwell Open Air Museum and the Rhyolite Ghost Town in Beatty, Nevada. If you haven’t been, I definitely think it’s something neat to see. They’re both free and just a short distance from the main highway.
Oh and another thing about the desert that I love: you can pull over and actually take a photo from the middle of the road without having to worry about getting run over. Don’t get me wrong, there are still cars out there, but there’s time to compose your shot, or even sit your camera on the yellow line and snap a photo.
Another tip for Death Valley – make sure you print directions ahead of time or bring an actual map. THERE IS NO CELL SERVICE. I’m not going to lie…I was a little worried on our journey out there that we took a wrong turn and would be stuck in the middle of nowhere with no cell phone and no one to help us. But we just kept going and eventually got to where we wanted to be. From the visitors center we headed to Artists Palette, a 9-mile scenic drive and Badwater Basin, the lowest elevation point in North America at 282 ft below sea level. It’s amazing how nature can make you feel so small and insignificant.