We did it! We completed our first hiking goal. When we started hiking at Joseph D. Grant County Park (or Grant Ranch Park, but we somehow ended up saying Grandy Ranch and that has become our little joke) in Spring, we enjoyed the experience so much that we made a pact to do it every weekend until we had set foot on every trail there is. Three months and more than 60 miles later, we're proud to say we did it.Read More
It's a little strange bidding farewell to a place you're just getting to know, and not being exactly sure when, or if, you will be back. I say that because there's a lot to see in this world, and I am trying to see as much as I possibly can, which sometimes means not having the time or resources to revisit certain places. On the final weekend of June, we went camping at Tahoe National Forest, leaving behind our phones and laptops, and anchoring ourselves in the craggy granite terrain surrounding Faucherie Lake.Read More
Winter was chilly, spring was friendly, and summer, well, I’m getting to know summer. Ah, early summer, what is there not to love? So loaded with potential and promises. The birds are chirping, looking for mates, relentlessly. The bees are buzzing in the garden, and making home in our chimney. Hot, sunny, humid. Sounds like what I should be used to. Except maybe the long-day, short-night deal in which I find myself waking up with the sun at 5am and eating dinner only when it finally gets dark enough past 9pm.Read More
Since returning from our trip to Barcelona, David and I have been trying to recreate dishes and flavors that transport us back to the Mediterranean city. Particularly handy is the tomato bread recipe, which is simply bread rubbed with fresh tomatoes. As humble as it sounds, tomato bread, or pa amb tomàquet in Catalan, revolutionized our sandwich routine. It forms the foundation on which we build our sandwiches, and has become a treasured personal connection to one of our favorite cities in Europe.Read More
I’ve been doing a lot of walking lately.
It started with the treadmill in front of the TV. I had just moved to a new country. It was winter and I was cold. I walked to generate internal heat, and it worked. My tropical body became addicted to it. So I walked every morning. By the end of winter, I was clocking in more than six miles in less than two hours, the machine informed me. Ten kilometers.Read More