Post by Grubb. With clear skies and a faint, almost nonexistent breeze, we headed toward Sandy Neck Beach trudging on a trail of pure sinking sand that cut through sea coast marshland. Signs on either side of the path warned us not to stray. The advice was taken seeing that the poison ivy had taken…
Cape Fear
Post by Grubb. After leaving the open landscape of the New Mexican high desert, the drive from Providence, Rhode Island to Barnstable, Massachusetts was like tunneling through a relentless forest. From the brown to the green, the distant to the near, it was a fugitive environment where one could easily disappear. I wondered, what’s hidden…
Walking West Barnstable
Barry and Deirdre have lived on the Cape in West Barnstable for decades. First up yesterday morning, a walking history tour. with Barry and Deirdre. A seafaring, rural community in a lush green setting. We learned about Cape style homes (did you know there is a full Cape, 3/4 Cape and 1/2 Cape?). We walked into the…
Off to the Cape
Good thing I made a pit stop at the 5 star bathroom before we went searching for the Avis counter, purportedly said to be in the airport confines. Signs directed us to a Skywalk, up the escalator, straight over two main streets and a parking lot…a half mile later we turned a corner to find…
Five Star Women’s Bathroom
Have you ever flown into the Providence airport? We were tipped off by cousins Barry and Deirdre that this would be a lot easier than flying into Boston because driving out of Boston was a major headache. The Providence airport is small. Smaller even than Albuquerque. There is only one terminal with a total of…
Rambling in the Northeast U.S.A
Post by Ella. We have started on our latest travel adventure. Part 1: Visit the cousins! We flew into Providence, RI today, picked up our rental car then made tracks for Cape Cod where we are excited to visit Barry & Dierdre, and Marc & Judi, conveniently located in Barnstable and Harwich, respectively. And by…
Home
Post by Ella. Arrived home late last night. A few air travel annoyances and delays but all in one piece. We transited through Frankfurt – oy! United got a small corner in the far reaches and no gate space available for it’s planes. So we walk down three flights of stairs with luggage (yeah, no,…
Traveling makes me happy
Post by Ella. And excited and exhausted and reflective and exasperated and alive. Closing out this journey, as at the end of most journeys, i have mixed feelings. There is a pull to be back in my own place, my own comfort zone. But there is so much I will miss. I could keep traveling…
Up to Uppsala
Post by Grubb. Once we checked into the last hotel we’ll be staying at before flying home (tomorrow), we took a train to Uppsala. Known for its way-old university (Linnaeus taught there), Uppsala is commuter friendly to Stockholm the way Santa Fe is to Albuquerque. Our main intention was to enjoy another sunny day in Sweden. Take…
Our route, Wednesday, June 7
We moved to the Comfort Hotel at the Arlanda airport. Via metro to Stockholm’s T-Central and then the Arlanda express train to Arlanda airport. The very same train that derailed 10 days ago. Today was the first day back in action. Only an 18 minute ride in smooth comfort. And it stayed on the tracks….
Odd ads
Post by Ella Seen in the metro trains I thought this might be about getting a booster shot, but no…it was for a real estate search engine, kind of like Zillow.
A little insomnia
Post by Ella up in the middle of the night, around 3am, daylight was already breaking and there is an orange moon.
Grubb’s Favorites, the short list
Favorite theater Not this one… But this one where a video of Strindberg’s “Miss Julie” plays on a small stage designed by Davy and Kristin McGuire. Favorite furniture design Favorite ad Favorite statue Favorite cornice Favorite not-so-quiet place to read
National Day picnic
Post by Grubb. We started out relatively late this morning so as to meld in with holiday crowds and sort of get swept away by their flow, the idea being that the flow would lead to the show, the National Day celebration of Sweden becoming Sweden sans Denmark, Norway, or Germany. When we popped up from…
Dark break into the Middle Ages
Post by Grubb Back in Gamla Stan after leaving Skansen, I had to duck into the Medieval Museum. (Ella opted for sunshine; she was done with museums.) But, hey, it was National Day and there was free admission. While children played in the fountain outside, I got to slip through the dimly lighted Medieval Stockholm exhibits like…