My 5,000 mile March road trip proved to be a true whirlwind of joy, activity, and connection. I returned home only to leave a week later for Los Angeles. Then, after a brief pit stop at home to jump back into my "real life", I headed out on another 4,000-mile road trip in early May. All this to say that I am only now just catching my breath enough to sit down and write the next entries in my blog. So, with apologies for the unexpected hiatus, at long last. . .here goes!Read More
Road Trip Blog
I'm almost home after three weeks on the road--and I have one last entry to write. . .about my wonderful dinners in Chicago and St Louis. But for today, I thought I would share a little of my life on the road--not the motels, gas stations, or dubious road food. . .but my life in the car.
Brunhilde (my bronze BMW X1 loaded to the gills and saddled with a friend's heavily laden Thule roof box) has been my trusty companion of the road on this trip. We've become like an old married couple. I absolutely love her, am grateful for her every day, and tell her so all the time, but she is also over-bearing. . .quite literally. She prefaces every navigation decision with the polite but irritating phrase, "Prepare to bear left. Prepare to bear right." All this on a straightaway, when there is no bearing to be done. And then, I am told to "bear left" or "bear right" at least six times during any freeway interchange. I've taken to arguing with her, and I know she finds me increasingly irritable as the days wear on into nights. We flat out fight sometimes--when her warnings come to late and I miss a turn, when her suggestion for the nearest gas station routes me across rivers with no bridges, or when her low tire warnings ding all day long despite not having any low anything. . .except perhaps patience. It's a marriage made in heaven, really. I adore her, wouldn't want to live without her. . .and she can't argue back when I get testy.Read More
After leaving Boston's MFA on Friday afternoon, I walked through the Fenway to the Isabella Stewart Gardner--another of our favorite museums, but one which I hadn't visited in 25 years, since before the famous heist in which their Vermeer and other masterpieces were stolen (and never recovered). Like the MFA, the Gardner has been encased by a modern addition with a library, gift shop, and restaurant. But once you enter the original home, everything is as it was.
The Gardner courtyard is even more stunning than I remembered--an oasis of Venetian grandeur and calm in the middle of Boston. I sat down on the ledge of the surrounding loggia to enjoy the perfectly-plotted greenery and the dancing white phaleonopsis orchids artfully placed as part of their winter planting. People on balconies throughout the three stories above gazed down, drawn to the elegant beauty and eternal spring of the this immense and perfect glassed-in conservatory. I could feel all the emotions of my day fall off me as I sat taking in its exquisite peace.Read More