Have you ever been to the Netherlands? I have been twice before, but this time was extra special. My parents picked me up in Münster and whisked me off to the tulip fields across the border. I don’t have a particularly green thumb (re: black) but I can appreciate gorgeous flowers as much as the next person. And man, these flowers inspired me to plant my own! These photos were taken at the Keukenhof garden, which is basically Disneyland for flowers. I was awe-struck and couldn’t help saying “Look at that, Mom!” around every corner. Below are a few photos if you’d like to see.Dad thoroughly enjoying the tulips…All in all, an inspiring visit! I’m off to purchase gardening supplies…
Isn’t it dreamy? It’s a 40 minute ferry ride from Athens that I just couldn’t pass up. If you are in Athens I would definitely recommend this day trip. It was pretty affordable and the ferry ride itself was also beautiful. I felt like I was the character Lena from The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants! The water was gorgeous and the atmosphere was relaxed. I think I could get used to island life ;p
When my friend Jessica asked in November if I wanted to go to Jerusalem, I took a moment to think about it. I had never been anywhere in the Middle East. I am comfortable with Europe, but this would be something new entirely. Having grown up in church in Los Angeles, I knew all the Bible stories by heart and remember studying the map of Israel in my Bible when I was (bored) in church. How could I say no when I was only a short flight away? So off we went.
First of all, Jerusalem was so much greener than I imagined. Hilly and rocky, with yellow wild flowers and tall, skinny trees. The city is built out of creamy limestone. The old city has four quarters: jewish, christian, muslim and Armenian. We went on some walking tours to get more information, which was helpful! It struck me as a city full of contradictions- a devout jewish man praying for peace at the Western Wall right next to a an Israeli soldier with a machine gun. I was taken by the complexity of the milieu.
One day we did a bus tour into the Judean desert. We climbed the mountain to the fortress of Masada, which was built by king Herod the Great as a military look out and retreat of sorts. Then we went to the Oasis park called Ein Gedi. It had beautiful waterfalls and gentle rivers. I think I finally understand the concept of a desert oasis! But my favorite part was swimming in the Dead Sea, which is HUGE! I thought it would be a little lake. The mud is good for the skin, so of course we covered ourselves in it! The water stung a little bit because it is so salty, but it was fun to lean back and float effortlessly.
We also went on a tour of the tunnels under the city built by King Hezekiah. Its so funny: the tour guide was asking all these questions about jewish history and I knew the answers automatically- buried deep from years of Vacation Bible School I guess! She was like “How old was king Solomon when he was crowned?” and I blurted out “12!” No idea where that came from haha!
I was fascinated with how the jewish religion emphases outward expressions of faith (clothing, behavior, hair, food, etc.). This is so different than the ways we are taught to express faith at home in America, which is more internal. I loved seeing an entire city (or section of the city) on the same page, with religion at the center.
Overall, it was a wonderful experience. I’m so glad I went and would definitely recommend it. Enjoy the photos below!
The long hike up to Masada was worth it for this view!The Dead Sea!Israelis sure know how to cater to white western protestants hahaThe Dome of the Rock was gorgeous! We couldn’t go inside because we are not muslim but it was stunning!
Isn’t Greece just gorgeous?! I am spending a few days here with my girl Jessica before flying back to Germany for a few weeks and then to America in April. I am soaking up the sunshine like an addict haha! Hope you enjoyed the photos 🙂
I’m not much of a foodie. Really, give me some spaghetti bolognese and I’m a happy camper. But while in Paris, my boyfriend and I decided to book a reservation at a One Michelin star restaurant to see if all the hype about French food is real.
Dear Reader, it is.
The night started out a little tense. The restaurant was intimate and beautifully designed. But I was so nervous! I’m not a cave woman, but I am also not particularly well-versed in the art of fine dining. There were many, many forks to contend with and we were by far the youngest people there.
It was a four course meal, and once they poured the starter champagnes, I began to relax and enjoy myself. First of all, the servers were so professional. They attended to and anticipated every one of our needs (Bf and I joked that if we started crying they would silently wipe away our tears!).
Each course was paired with a wine of their choosing. We started off with a potato and leak soup. The presentation was gorgeous! The portion sizes looked small to my american brain at first, but they were surprisingly filling. Bravo, France. Bravo.
Then we had a beet salad with a mysteriously delicious dressing followed by roasted vegetables.
Next came the main course: veal with potatoes in a creamy yellow sauce that blew my provincial mind!
But it didn’t stop there. Oh no. The cheese plate followed, then some sorbet to cleanse the palate before the chocolate soufflé finale!
I didn’t realize what a difference it makes to slow down and intentionally taste your food. Because I was in no rush, I savored every bite. I tried to dissect the flavors at play and actually think about what I was putting in my body.
I know it’s not realistic to eat this nice every meal (unless I strike it rich as a writer…), but I am going to try to apply the same principal of intentional tasting from here on out.
Thank you, Paris, for teaching me how to taste my food! It only took 23 years. Better late than never.
I love putting together these little digital souvenirs of my travels. Enjoy!
A wonderful trip with my boy! A few photos to capture many, many special moments. The last one in particular is dear to me- we were able to visit my childhood friend Jessie, who is living in Madrid, and have dinner (and wine!) together. I will remember these times always 🙂
Are you good at making decisions? I am not. It is not my spiritual gift. In fact, I think one of the hardest lessons for me to internalize in life is that I can do anything, but I can’t do everything. Making a choice inherently means giving up the other choices. I ask because I have recently made a big decision. I’ve decided to quit my graduate program and move home to Texas. Boom. There it is. There are many reasons, some more private, but the main one is that the program was not the right fit for me.
As I was thinking and praying about what to do, I talked with my friend Sean on the phone. I was bemoaning how people might perceive me (re: You’re back? What happened? You quit?), when he said, “Micah, nobody cares.” Dang, haha! HE IS RIGHT. Nobody is paying as much attention to us as we think they are! Of course my family and close friends care, but his point was that if it’s the right decision for you, don’t let what others might think stop you.
My generation has so many doors open to us, that we get paralyzed. Decision fatigue sets in and so we just don’t decide. Of course, not deciding is a decision. So I’ve decided. I am going to go home, reassess, and move forward. Emphasis on the moving forward.
Remember friends, just because something is over doesn’t mean it was bad. I’m excited for this new season, and of course I’ll be blogging my way through it, so don’t go anywhere!
Belgium really is wonderful. The architecture is whimsical, the people are kind, and the waffles live up to the hype. Alena and I stayed in Ghent with our friend Julie and did a day trip to Brugge, a medieval city that has been preserved and restored. It felt a little like Disneyland- bands playing in the square, kids licking ice cream cones, sunshine! I was ready to ride Splash Mountain. If you’re thinking about visiting Belgium, I say go for it!