Wine and Lavender

Back in February of 2013, during a group ski trip, we met a fantastic Olmsted family that lives in Aix-en-Provence, France. We were lucky enough to squeeze in another visit with them, before we all head back to our “real” lives back in the States.

It was so great to put away the to-do lists, put away the camera (relatively speaking ;)), put away the pressure to do and see every church…and museum…and historical site, and just spend time with our friends…in a precious little French town. Sadly, we know these kinds of opportunities are dwindling.

We had a great dinner in Aix, complete with fountain-chilled regional wine.

How disgustingly quintessential is this?!

How disgustingly quintessential is this?!

Why is this stuff so good?!

Why is this stuff so good?!

We have visited nearly a dozen American Military Cemeteries throughout Europe and every single one is simply amazing. They each embody the local region while demonstrating what our country is known for: patriotism.     Rhone American Cemetery and Memorial in Provence is one of the smallest we’ve visited, but nonetheless stunning, with olive trees and lavender providing shade for our Fallen.

cemetery

After our visit, we took the long way home, driving through the blooming lavender fields through Provence. I expected to smell the pungent fields as soon as we stepped out of the car, but what surprised me was how they sounded! The fields literally buzz with pollinators!

lavender

A huge thank you to our friends: for the hospitality, the coffee klatch, the dance parties, and most importantly, the comradery. We were so busy enjoying your company and discussing our repatriation plans that we didn’t even get a group-shot! Maybe next time…in Hawaii, or Washington, or Virginia, or California. Wherever the world takes you! See you on the State-side!

Mom in Madrid

As if a week of horseback riding in Catalonia wasn’t enough for her, my mom continued her Spanish travels while I returned to Germany. We met up again in Madrid, her final stop in Europe before heading back to the States (but not yet home, mind you!).

Between our landlord, who was born and raised in Madrid, and our Air Force friends who now live and work in Madrid, we had a huge list of tips and “must-dos”! We came nowhere near accomplishing everything on their combined lists and this post is nowhere near everything the three of us did in Madrid…only the favorites!!

Las Ventas – The Plaza de Toros or bullfighting ring. This sculpture of a torero is nowhere near accurate in terms of how tight the bullfighters’ pants really are!

fighter statueWe went to a bull-themed restaurant to eat on our first night. The walls were covered in pictures of crazy happenings at the bullfights over the years, including one guy with a horn through his thigh! Thankfully, they hung that one close to the bathrooms and not near the eating tables!

torro restaurant

Retiro Park – We went rowing around the Monument to Alfonso XII before the heat of the day kicked in. Between the marine biologist, ocean baby, and Midwesterner, we managed to stay afloat! Guess who the best rower was?! Mom…the Chicagolander!

joe row

trys row

mom rowingCírculo de Bellas Artes – This was a great place to recharge, enjoy some sangria/tinto de verano, and see amazing views of the city before heading to the Prado Museum. Loved it!

drinks with a view

Tapas Tour – Our Air Force friend recommended that we take a Tapas Tour with her. Despite all the things we have eaten over the years, we have never taken a tour that centered around food! I keep asking myself why we haven’t made food-tours the number one priority during all of our travels?! Best. Discovery. Ever.

During the tour we stopped at four different locations. It was fantastic because we never would have eaten at any of these places if we were on our own, and definitely wouldn’t have known the best things to order. Madrid is filled with tiny eateries that have so much history and interesting behind-the-scenes action. Each stop had a different drink to go with the numerous tapas options. It was so much fun!

I one in the middle was my absolute favorite of the night! Iberico ham over Spanish bread dipped in egg yolk (think French toast that isn’t sweet) which was swimming in gazpacho.

The one in the middle was my absolute favorite of the night! Iberico ham over Spanish bread dipped in egg yolk (think French toast that isn’t sweet) which was swimming in gazpacho.

At the third location, we drank cider which was made in-house. The bartender would fill each glass with the bottle over his head and the glass near his knees. You can’t even see the glass in the first picture because he is holding it so low! To top it off: he never looked at the bottle or the glass!

Mom, Joe and I got a chance to pour our own glasses! I took a video of Joe, so I only have this one picture. Despite the look on his face, he poured himself a hefty serving! Mom looks scared, but she is near-professional level! I gave the bartender the side-ways eye, just to prove I wasn’t cheating!!

beer pour

Sadly, we had to part ways with Mom at the airport. She has been traveling strong for weeks up to that point…and still had destinations to go! Thanks for the fun, Mom!

The Catalonia Coast Trail

About a year ago I discovered an organization that facilitates “riding holidays” all around the world. It became a “must do” on my travel list.

Luckily, I have a mother who is happy to join me on adventures involving lots of four-legged transportation:

Cows in Switzerland

Cows in Switzerland

Mules in the Grand Canyon

Mules in the Grand Canyon

Horses in Costa Rica

Horses in Costa Rica

I am also blessed to have a wonderful family friend, Patti, who has served as a “2nd mother” to me since I was young. She is also horse-crazy and brave enough to join the adventure!

Patti

The three of us spent about a month deciding exactly which “riding holiday” was going to be the perfect fit. Catalonia, Spain became the destination of choice! Click below to follow our journey, fast-forward to the interesting parts, or skip it all together!

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Next goal: get my sisters to ride along!