Italia

I embarked on my first trip to Europe one misty morning last October. After consulting my best friend Brooke about the fashion of Italian women (she had spent a semester abroad in Florence during our junior year of college and said “Absolutely no pashminas. Italian women don’t wear them. No flip-flops. Leather is OK. But remember, less is more!”), I crammed a Diane von Furstenburg suitcase full of clothes and shoes, a couple Italian phrasebooks, and headed to Rome. I remember feeling buzzed with excitement the night before we left. The food! The art! The fashion! The history!

From the moment we were picked up by a handsome driver who gave us an informal tour of the city to when we packed up and said goodbye to the flamboyant front desk host at our cozy hotel, Rome did not disappoint. Although we both caught head colds from travel and jet-lag, nothing could have dulled what Miek and I were seeing. I am Catholic but have never been terribly “religious”. Over the years I have cobbled together the framework of my spiritual beliefs in a way that many of my generation have…distancing ourselves from the confines our parents and grandparents experienced. But the Vatican, and St. Peter’s Basilica, and the tiny, medieval churches we stumbled across during our afternoon walks, made me feel closer to a “higher power.”

The pasta was a religious experience too. I had the best espresso I have ever had. Dinner was an event.

As we rode the high-speed train through the Tuscan countryside on our way to Florence for the day, I was seated next to an Italian scholar. A professor perhaps, maybe a doctor. As he studied his journal article, I looked past him to the ancient stone farmhouses and rustic landscape. When we walked the Ponte Vecchio, I felt connected to the merchants who sold their wares there on the bridge hundreds of years ago.

I felt at home in Italy. I felt comfortable in the sunny piazzas, nibbling on a piece of bread with cheese, sipping a glass of the best “house red” ever.

Surrounded by art and history, I felt connected to humanity in a new and different way. I will go back.

Wednesday Date Night – Pai Men Miyake

Every Wednesday night is date night. I like having something to look forward to as I trudge through Monday and Tuesday, and it allows Miek and me to connect mid-week over the many delicious culinary treats this city has to offer. It started out informally; we realized that for several weeks, we had been meeting for Wednesday dinners out at our favorite spots — slurping oysters loaded with horseradish and lemon, sitting elbow-to-elbow at our neighborhood spot called JPs for creative cocktails and specials, scarfing down po’ boys at Hot Suppa! or getting our fried pickles on a Silly’s. We realized we had a list of restaurants to work through, and have found that “Wednesday Date Night” is the way to do it.

Tonight we had ramen and appetizers at Pai Men Miyake, a noodle bar that specializes in fresh ramen and soba, sushi, yakitori, and sake cocktails. Miek started with their pork buns, which were steamed bun pillows filled with unctuous pork belly, pepper relish and spicy mayo. I had the pan-seared pork and cabbage dumplings. For the main event, I had the vegetable ramen; although it was a vegetarian dish, it was rich and “meaty” with a dark mushroom broth, cabbage, seaweed, tofu, spicy garlic paste and peppers. Miek had the miso ramen. We shared crispy fried Brussels sprouts kissed by fish and soy sauces – a textural delight of crispy caramelized bits and soft, salty centers. With sake cocktails in hand, we toasted to another Hump Day success and crossed another Portland restaurant off our list.

Soggy

It feels like I’ve temporarily moved to Seattle. It’s been raining since Saturday. I just checked weather.com, and I THINK we will have some relief this weekend.

The rain is pretty to listen to while sleeping (when it’s dark out, anyway) and I have been able to put some miles on my rain boots. But it’s pretty dismal. Miek and I have been keeping our spirits up with good food — why hello bacon mashed potato pizza!, good movies and TV queued up on Netflix, and loads of productivity at the office.

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Unofficial Start of Summer

Rattled awake by a thunderstorm this morning at 5 am, I’m back at the office after a most sublime Memorial Day Weekend.

Some of my favorite moments: dipping my toes in the Atlantic while the younger kids swam the day away, driving to the Dairy Corner with my boy in the passenger seat and his nephew, my sister and her boyfriend in the back – all singing along to the Alabama Shakes, spending time with a Westie, chihuahua, and two doodles, and making friendship bracelets on the upper deck as the sun beat down on me and the ocean lapped against the sand.

Ahhhhh, summer.

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Sunshine, Tequila and DIY Projects

This weekend was one of those rare completely-open-calendar ones. This coincided nicely with the fact that it was clear, sunny, and almost 80 degrees.

We are close to ushering in summer. Memorial Day weekend is the unofficial start of lazy afternoons on the beach, bobbing in the sea on a pink float, late nights singing by a bonfire, top-back Jeep excursions, burgers and dogs, and shaking off the cobwebs that gather during the gray months.

Inspired by a neon manicure, some Milagro tequila and a sun-drenched afternoon, I revisited the fun pastime of whipping up friendship bracelets out of embroidery floss. I plan on jazzing them up and making them more refined with some studs, rhinestones, and other odds and ends I pick up at the craft store.

I forgot how relaxing the repetitive action of making those brightly-colored knots can be, and how satisfying it is to start with some threads and end with a finished product.

Viva!

Miek and I returned from sunny Las Vegas yesterday. What a perfect trip.  Aria provided an excellent home base: the bed was like sleeping on a cloud, the tub was super deep, and we had a great view of the strip. We were celebrating our one-year, and it was magical. We saw the Cirque shows LOVE and Elvis, received much needed massages at the hotel’s spa, and tried lots of delicious meals and cocktails. We managed to have some adventures, take pictures with our Lomography cameras and Instaxes, and completely, totally unwind. (OH — and we went shopping. Expect a full post on that…)

More pictures to come, but here is a taste.

The view from our 20092:

Casino

He loves me….

xo, Al

 

Vacation Mode

My brain has officially turned to mush and is oozing out of my ears. I need a vacation.

With Las Vegas on the horizon, I’m trying to find little joys in each (dragging, pre-vacation) day.

Last night, my boyfriend was playing in The Clash of The Titans at Empire downtown; this is where talented local musicians offer themselves to the cause to cover two fab bands in an epic battle. Miek was in Kings of Leon. His solo in Charmer charmed me, but I suppose I’m biased.

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Furry Friends

I’ve had a lot of pets in my 25 years. Yarmouth the cat was my first – a big Maine Coon tomcat that my dad got my for mom at the Yarmouth Clam Festival when they were dating. Yarmouth liked to eat donuts and potato chips, spoke to us and was NOT afraid of dogs.

When I was small, my parents let me have rabbits, hamsters, birds, a dog, many many cats, a crayfish (yes, a little mini lobster) to name a few. I love animals. I love how loyal and sweet they can be.

Now I have three of my own, two cats and a dog. My boyfriend has two big goldendoodles. A handful, yes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Saturday Creature Comforts

My mom always called them “creature comforts” – those things that make life just a little bit better. Not extravagant or expensive, these odds and ends ease the sting of the day-to-day grind.

Here are five creature comforts that I have been enjoying lately.

1.) Garnier Fructis Leave-In Conditioner: smells familiar, makes brittle and frizzy ends (and hands!) soft, and does not break the bank

2.) Monster Rehab Energy Drinks: a non-carbonated pick-me-up, flavored with tea and other juices, that contains electrolytes and does not make me jittery. (pictured here against a vintage maxi dress)

3.) A narrow leopard notebook: small enough to stash in my handbag so it is always available to jot down notes, To-Dos, grocery lists, or blog ideas

4.) This Topcoat: speeds along a manicure, imbues it with a nail-salon sheen

5.) Sephora Flashy Waterproof Eyeliners: they are bright and don’t budge, and will be perfect poolside in Las Vegas (two weeks!)