La Porte Rouge

I’ve never eaten so much camembert, tried so many times to like Calvados, and seen 2:00am so many times in one week!

A huge thank-you to the Murphy family for arranging and then inviting us to share a week with them at ‘La Porte Rouge’. This lovely, early-18th century farmhouse was the base for our week in Normandy, France.

La Porte Rouge, The Red Door

La Porte Rouge, The Red Door

Out in the country side, it was the perfect place for multi-species races…

races

…and lots of s’more making!

s'mores!

Joe, Mom and I took a day-trip from La Porte Rouge to Mont-Saint-Michel, the 10th century abbey. The abbey itself is actually layers of three smaller churches, built upon each other atop the precarious precipice. Yeah, there have been a few collapses here and there, but all in all, it is pretty amazing how the massive structure has remained perched on top of a pinnacle that is only 30m wide at the very top!

monsanmichele

Erroneously, I thought Mont-Saint-Michel was actually an island. It was, long ago, and still is during spring tides. In 1969 a dam was built that blocked the Couesnon River, preventing its natural ebb and flow around the Mont. There are huge restoration plans currently in place to restore the Mont to its original estuary-like state, and undo hundreds of years of human alteration.

bay

View of the bay from the Abbey.

Despite its quirks, La Porte Rouge was a great place to catch up with friends over wine and port. The next time these three Scholar families will be together again will be state-side. Sad, I know, but we still had a great time and are truly appreciative for the invite and the fellowship! Thanks again Murphys!

the crew

Love these folks!

Oh yeah…one more thing. Don’t even think about playing a round of Mad Gab with S. Murphy, unless you want to lose handily! 🙂  

Crazy about Copenhagen

Copenhagen was so much more than Joe and I expected! First off, we owe our visit to Eric, my sister’s boyfriend, who won an architecture competition at UPenn and was awarded a monetary prize. He chose to spend part of his winnings on my sister, who joined him in Norway and Denmark. How sweet is that? Then, he kindly agreed to allow Joe, my mother AND me crash the Copenhagen-portion of their journey. I can’t decide if the second part of that makes him even sweeter, or just a little out of his mind!

Regardless, we hope that he only regretted the fact that the Anacondas were at the vet…and not that he encouraged three tag-alongs to cross the Denmark border.

eric sadSo…back to why Copenhagen was so delightful! Maybe it was because the weather was so cheerful after a long winter in Germany. Maybe it was because Eric enlightened us to all things architectural. Or maybe because there were so many random/surprising things that we experienced during the trip. Whatever the reason, this post is filled with the small discoveries of Copenhagen!

I’m not gonna to lie…I was pretty pumped when Eric and Tammy said they wanted to go to Den Blå Planet (The Blue Planet) aquarium, because of its architectural importance. Scooooore for me!!

reef tankWhen the foursome was in Scotland (click here), Eric brought the world’s attention to my shtick (click here). However, what he was unaware of, until the aquarium visit, was my phobia of all things crocodilian. Yikes!

alligator

I spent some time at the NY Carlsberg Glyptotek, which was a beautiful building, in addition to an interesting museum collection. In the mummy section, I came to find out that dead bodies were prepared for embalming by removing the brain through the nose with a hook! Then, the internal organs were taken out through an incision under the lowest left rib and placed in separate jars because they contained different spirits. This poor guy, while being studied by archaeologists over a hundred years ago, had his wrappings disturbed, thus leaving a few fingers exposed.

mummy finger

Nothing is creepier than a really old finger!

Ever wonder what happens to the missing noses of all the Greek statues?

noseless

Well, they’re kept in the “nasothek” at the Glyptotek!

noses

We spent an evening at Tivoli Gardens, the second oldest amusement park in the world (1843)! Here, the amazing 5-cup Danish beer carrier was discovered. Excellent invention Danes!!

beers

There are a couple of peacocks that wander around Tivoli at will. Whilst waiting for a concert to begin, sitting on the grass, enjoying some beer easily transported by our clever carrier, Joe felt a nudge against his arm. Thinking it was a person who just needed a bit of extra space, he was surprised to find a peacock sauntering by. He swept through the crowd like he had the best looking tail in the group. The audacity!

peacock

Tivoli

Tivoli by moonlight

After a cruise through the canals, we enjoyed the sun, the weekend, and some Danish beer along Nyhavn, “the world’s longest bar”.

bar harbor

Speaking of beer, the Jutlandic horses at the Carlsberg Brewery had heads the size of your entire torso! We underestimated the sign that read “pet at your own risk”, and Aksel here pushed us around a bit with his huge noggin.

Carlsberg horse

Coincidentally, Copenhagen was also celebrating Carnival while we were there. Apparently this is how Copenhagen does Carnival: pregnant and cheeky!

carnival

So as not to leave Copenhagen on that note…here is a pic from our quality time with Max Weinberger (drummer from “E Street Band” and “Conan O’Brien” fame) on his way back from the grocery store. Random much?!

whatshisname

Good work Copenhagen….you were thoroughly impressive!

 

It’s great to be “Home”

For the first quarter-century of my life, “home” had a very rigid definition. It was the physical location where the majority of my memories took place. The house I grew up in.

Then I became a member of the US military.

“Home” came to have many definitions. It was where I grew up, the place where my parents still live. It was also the house I currently resided in, where I went to sleep on most nights. After a few years, “home” became whatever temporary lodging facility we happened to be staying in during a Permanent Change of Station.

Then I moved to another continent.

While living in Europe, the word “home” now applies on a country-level more than anything else. The United States is now my home…not necessarily a state, city, or even an address. However, after my first visit back “home”, I have realized what it really means:

“Home” is the collection of thoughts, feelings, and memories that make you feel good. Make you feel whole.

Home is where you see yourself in the eyes of an old companion. Luckily, that companion’s perspective always reflects only your best-self.

Me and my favorite guy.

Me and my favorite guy.

Home is meeting your truest friend, the one who loves you despite what you have become, at your favorite watering hole.

lisa drink

Home is where a dandelion and a fabulous pair of earrings are the only things a girl needs to feel pretty.

Photo credit: Tam’s Pharm & Photo

Photo credit: Tam’s Pharm & Photo

Home is what you look forward to making your own, after a big day.

Tammy grad

Home is the collection of people, whose value is greater than the sum of their individual parts.

group shot

Home is staring at two butts (butts you haven’t seen for 20 months) and loving every minute of it.

Tana riding

Home is being at peace, even when the biggest part of your heart is half a world away.

Joe & LIv

“Home” is not where you lay your head, hang your hat, or even where the Air Force sends you. “Home” is the people you love the most.