a new york goodbye

   

I noticed that in New York, it seems the most beautiful when you aren't looking for it, when you're not going somewhere, or trying to find a certain place, or hail a cab, or grab a burger. It was when I had time to kill and just spent it wandering around, along the Hudson River, or in the cab on the way to the airport, just saying goodbye to the city.

new york city

is, well...New York City. I don't know that there's any other way to describe it. (gritty. and occasionally the tiniest bit wonderful.)

day seven. thanksgiving at stonehenge.

we spent thanksgiving at stonehenge. in accordance with the rest of this trip where nothing goes as planned, our ferry to dublin was canceled which pushed our return train to the holyhead port back 10 hours. so, we got creative and decided to catch the two hour bus to stonehenge, which is something i've wanted to do for as long as i can remember. it was freezing cold, which made it difficult just to stand in awe for very long, and there was a fenced path along the perimeter which was disappointing, but otherwise it turned out to be a pretty phenomenal thanksgiving. i'm always learning that sometimes it's best to let things fall where they may, rather than trying so hard to make things happen according to plan. you just never know what will happen.

day six. and john keats' house.

we woke up and made it to the camden passage antiques market early this morning. too early, i should say. my dad put it on his list of things i should do, as he used to frequent it back in his days of buying trips to london for his shop. since then, the dealers have become fewer and the selection smaller, but i did manage to find some little trinkets.

we made the hike to john keats' house to find it closed. fortunately, we were allowed to walk the grounds, but i was still sorely disappointed and felt a little teary-eyed looking in the windows without being able to go in. 
from ode to a nightingale--
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,


   Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,                     
But, in embalmèd darkness, guess each sweet                        
   Wherewith the seasonable month endows                           
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;                    
   White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;                       
       Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves;                     
              And mid-May's eldest child,                          
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,                          
   The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.                    


Darkling I listen; and, for many a time                            
   I have been half in love with easeful Death,                    
Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,                          
   To take into the air my quiet breath;                           
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,                              
  To cease upon the midnight with no pain,                           
    While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad                   
           In such an ecstasy!                                     
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain--                
   To thy high requiem become a sod.                                 

for breakfast/lunch we stopped into this little place called the elk in the woods (so cool), with awesome decor and delicious food. the hot chocolate was out of this world.

later in the day we made it to covent garden, where part of my fair lady took place (in the movie, eliza doolittle peddled flowers at the church here), and finished the day at the national gallery, followed by harry potter at the odeon leicester square cinema.

day five.

i think. i'm losing count and so tired tonight. 

today was a long day. we woke up and took the tube to see sir john soane's house, an architect we both believe was william in another life. my favorite part? the egyptian sarcophagus in the basement crypt. after that we took the train to brighton, where we toured the pavilion, king george IV's playhouse by the sea (awesome on the outside, a little too gaudy for my taste on the inside). we walked along the pebbled beach to a burnt out pier, had a snack at the coziest little pub, made friends with the sweetest siberian husky (why can't i bring my dog into restaurants in the states?), then went back to a friend's house to drink wine and head out for spanish tapas. it was the coldest day so far, and beautiful.

day four.

london.

museum of natural history

my favorite.

hummingbirds

day three.

today we did the sail and rail to london, which added up to two hours of motion sickness on a rocking ferry, and close to five hours of train travel through english countryside, dotted with more cream and rust colored sheep than i've ever seen in my life. at times there was coastline on the left side and mountains on the right. it was surreal, to say the least. 

we spent tonight wandering aimlessly around these quiet little neighborhoods of london near our hostel. it's so comforting to walk these almost deserted streets in the cold night air. 

day two.

in the morning, we ventured out to eat at a restaurant william knew of, but instead found the best little outdoor market with fresh produce, meats, bread and smoothies. we wandered into the natural history museum, which is now one of our all time favorite things in dublin, and the art museum, and walked by oscar wilde's childhood home. We had dinner at shebeen chic, the most amazing restaurant/bar  decorated haphazardly with sideways paintings and mismatched mirrors. 

oh, and of course i had to include a photo of the bridge from leap year. couldn't help myself.

dublin.

our first night was rainy and cold, but lovely. we were ambitious and toured the entire downtown in the drizzle, but given the short amount of time here it was worth it. we had shepherd's pie and hot chocolate at the quaintest little local place called gruel. i don't know who said ireland had awful food, but they were sorely mistaken.

first blog post. [travel]

traveling in the rural south:
the past two weekends have been dedicated to discovering new places: the first being pendleton, sc--
we stayed in a good friend's bed&breakfast, where we were served home cooked polenta and salmon cakes for dinner on the front porch.

beautifully restored 1854 house

old barn in back

 that night we were taken on a trip to the islander, a downtown pendleton karaoke bar. the next day we acquainted ourselves with the vultures and the chickens, and spent the rest of the day lazily watching the sun go down. 

a hen and her eggs