tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274311152024-03-20T19:23:30.603-07:00Fields of HeatherA little knitting, a little crafting, a whole lot of Heather.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger308125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-54006365452746863122023-08-14T08:53:00.001-07:002023-08-22T10:31:59.811-07:00Vianden For A DayIf I learned anything from our previous adventures and moves, it is that I can't let my trepidations get in the way of getting comfortable in our new home. I have to take chances, try to get around more on my own, and not hesitate to try new things. Some things we have found out lately:<div>Filet American. Its not a steak. No. If you order filet american at a restaurant they may serve you a very large block of ground beef mixed with seasonings. Raw.</div><div>Getting around on public transportation is NOWHERE as near complicated as it seems. You pick a target, hop on the bus/tram/train, and just go! Its free in Luxembourg, and not expensive anywhere else.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3qCHFBdzXkE5NDvZC6MDPKsP4a4ZWgEcP345i29BRf7y6_fzmP1_Febe4DSKBZR7Ng5pRZeK3uzbjAExuJtjBQK7Whi-l8dXciJjCCPPgednL5AJfO7Y47lZDskuAOhuk-G_I0zxADeP6ZuD1US5_kZJfq6DMnn3nadbIHVUbJuzkqQCseD_/s4032/IMG_3597.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3qCHFBdzXkE5NDvZC6MDPKsP4a4ZWgEcP345i29BRf7y6_fzmP1_Febe4DSKBZR7Ng5pRZeK3uzbjAExuJtjBQK7Whi-l8dXciJjCCPPgednL5AJfO7Y47lZDskuAOhuk-G_I0zxADeP6ZuD1US5_kZJfq6DMnn3nadbIHVUbJuzkqQCseD_/s320/IMG_3597.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We had been hearing a lot about this beautiful town called Vianden from our friends here, but at first it seemed like something we had to put off. Our car isn't here yet, our belongings aren't here yet, and sometimes we still feel a little underwater. However, things have changed sao much since the days Phil and I used to wander around Germany, Austria and Italy. Now there's an app for everything. Its almost impossible to get lost and its exceedingly easy to travel around safely.</div><div><br /></div><div>I picked a few trains heading north on Saturday from my mobiliteit app and with the weather looking mild we set out for Gare Central, the main train station in the city. It turns out you can take pretty much any train heading to Ettelbruck, and when you reach Ettelbruck Gare you can just follow the crowd to the bus stop and pick up the 181 or 180 right into Vianden. It was really too easy. I made everyone grab sandwiches and snacks in case we got stranded, but that turned out to be entirely unneccesary.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWKroBT_VEpAzgqfVEK8vT_SNJe_xe5HxlpvvHi-trfB_3MvAAFZYheRY8phFavo77NzmyeUQ3GR_P1JIX4mNWoFSF2jVxdyvUX7ArW-jIVwQnW3kkoC_SlUO4T9SpPX8HqdwwEccXW0j0q3KjMkGKTJDFguWEciYl9IbHe3SWB-5GiHA6uPC/s4032/IMG_3572.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWKroBT_VEpAzgqfVEK8vT_SNJe_xe5HxlpvvHi-trfB_3MvAAFZYheRY8phFavo77NzmyeUQ3GR_P1JIX4mNWoFSF2jVxdyvUX7ArW-jIVwQnW3kkoC_SlUO4T9SpPX8HqdwwEccXW0j0q3KjMkGKTJDFguWEciYl9IbHe3SWB-5GiHA6uPC/s320/IMG_3572.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Rolling into Vianden, I walked about ten steps before the breathtaking Chateau de Vianden came into sight about this picturesque little town. We enjoyed strolling into the center past a bookstore, some sausage and pizza shops, and even a cute doorway decorated with a cheerful "Moien!" made by chrochet and hung from a piece of wood. Turning left, we stepped down to the promenade along the riverway and watched the ducks. Then as the restaurants came into sight, we began to think about our stomachs.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5wUPZhbS1o3BtGfh-8bBoNUjQbTBXEDbnz02XrE0IVETZLrdwsBgg0sxkOa07szXtOEFpQZxRdpF1fx5XbPTan2PlKVHCERkRCXfy4-P3S8jf7_4ZyyR0Sj6334tNUVEnXcOxQWHwntMbpKRK3Qa4_7SWIrNV-jro80Pue0busi0BOG_4F9th/s4032/IMG_3586.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5wUPZhbS1o3BtGfh-8bBoNUjQbTBXEDbnz02XrE0IVETZLrdwsBgg0sxkOa07szXtOEFpQZxRdpF1fx5XbPTan2PlKVHCERkRCXfy4-P3S8jf7_4ZyyR0Sj6334tNUVEnXcOxQWHwntMbpKRK3Qa4_7SWIrNV-jro80Pue0busi0BOG_4F9th/s320/IMG_3586.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9x-DnNgdw3IKnFeEzbM0G9Bf2N-stizGF46kQZPZ8dqINmBfltiZJ_00tAdAgUt5rkIqe5a33re9SKmXR7mJWEywhNj7nzwgNkc8bYxbOk3pebPnFiuodR10YneanmQysKNpiO2vCST_6B1mlD-xLdQ9aPM-VWy334WBnGyX6fik0aZ92Fucx/s4032/IMG_3589.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9x-DnNgdw3IKnFeEzbM0G9Bf2N-stizGF46kQZPZ8dqINmBfltiZJ_00tAdAgUt5rkIqe5a33re9SKmXR7mJWEywhNj7nzwgNkc8bYxbOk3pebPnFiuodR10YneanmQysKNpiO2vCST_6B1mlD-xLdQ9aPM-VWy334WBnGyX6fik0aZ92Fucx/s320/IMG_3589.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>We hastily agreed to save the sandwiches for later, and decided upon a large restaurant perched right next to the water, called Cafe du Pont and scored a great table at the open windows where we could people watch and the boys could especially ogle all the cars passing over the stone bridge in front of us.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cafe du Pont is perfect for anyone, as it offered breakfast until the afternoon, sandwiches, burgers, a dozen different ways of serving schnitzel, pasta dishes... We enjoyed a few chilled Dekierch pilsners and a hefty lunch since we had all skipped breakfast.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXAX6lZC1bjktEBPP9DPD_BEBnwFxaPfugpudgqu1buoD96QGfFlWIx8P6IEzMoJ6S4pJr3QwXSYufxmNhNkJY4x7DR7D8lmdxUnnJcaU88hVVfFR-X26mMvwyOKyBN6uZ28_u44nCN9YpPQp537iN4iV6K_R9nSKV2XG322HNo7YBGtUmhP6/s4032/IMG_3594.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXAX6lZC1bjktEBPP9DPD_BEBnwFxaPfugpudgqu1buoD96QGfFlWIx8P6IEzMoJ6S4pJr3QwXSYufxmNhNkJY4x7DR7D8lmdxUnnJcaU88hVVfFR-X26mMvwyOKyBN6uZ28_u44nCN9YpPQp537iN4iV6K_R9nSKV2XG322HNo7YBGtUmhP6/s320/IMG_3594.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Determined to work off the meal, I found the walk up to the castle was invigorating. Along the way you could admire the town center with its fountain and sculptures, stop again if you get thirsty (hey no judgment from me), peer into shops and admire the houses and storefronts. It really reminded me of our adventures in Germany!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAIhW-eT1aRdDOeAXdMFg0dUjMmXTTUH2YCTxsi902sEXiL2XeFh9cy3ep43tW_n5rm9MZVw6hAJEO-M3YXil-6uvS009oMJlfpo0L5rTsmsy-88hZ_b67ek2P7Z-b1zg443CqTVIM3-dFpdWxopXuNVVk2r_GbS-ssZOmTupp3sS8ccTt5eH/s3088/IMG_3608.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAIhW-eT1aRdDOeAXdMFg0dUjMmXTTUH2YCTxsi902sEXiL2XeFh9cy3ep43tW_n5rm9MZVw6hAJEO-M3YXil-6uvS009oMJlfpo0L5rTsmsy-88hZ_b67ek2P7Z-b1zg443CqTVIM3-dFpdWxopXuNVVk2r_GbS-ssZOmTupp3sS8ccTt5eH/s320/IMG_3608.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Reaching the castle, we paid a small fee, and entered the first "circuit" on the outskirts of the giant structure. The circuit, or tour route, brought us down below the current restored structure so you could see the remains of what was built here as far back as the 11th century, and then envision how the castle was expanded and developed into the structure that stands today. I definitely recommend you not miss the first part. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3vzTLYepu54MnQCFmAdnE8RxYjBeKNQqjjuNyv6DNZDm_FpFev9iuRt0pXVviWK6rqqG56sYneyPiHZnf_7JT7m-9pOGhlcvnKvxpzaaH7mYCnYEI_tUg_sZo9xZWLpT9fCC-Blh1EDPifiwDS4ItDdBBCeTI-_TrQmksHRk9KXqIswTenA0g/s4032/IMG_3619.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3vzTLYepu54MnQCFmAdnE8RxYjBeKNQqjjuNyv6DNZDm_FpFev9iuRt0pXVviWK6rqqG56sYneyPiHZnf_7JT7m-9pOGhlcvnKvxpzaaH7mYCnYEI_tUg_sZo9xZWLpT9fCC-Blh1EDPifiwDS4ItDdBBCeTI-_TrQmksHRk9KXqIswTenA0g/s320/IMG_3619.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdYHxA_2vpAt-6FP892A9NQ_SsXSje_53b_rLY9JTZoI36f9TvNhdIb_d35Xncm4LIKHMIMV_3XGG2QayyHMYtfeXT0VKmXhCMUqokfD52O7l5QJUc9DYBmKuy0leXJsrmp1gq6a6lG9zNUPHZmzxl19Cu-3V8qlaR3GYq2eZKx3SUJ3_NqV2O/s4032/IMG_3611.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdYHxA_2vpAt-6FP892A9NQ_SsXSje_53b_rLY9JTZoI36f9TvNhdIb_d35Xncm4LIKHMIMV_3XGG2QayyHMYtfeXT0VKmXhCMUqokfD52O7l5QJUc9DYBmKuy0leXJsrmp1gq6a6lG9zNUPHZmzxl19Cu-3V8qlaR3GYq2eZKx3SUJ3_NqV2O/s320/IMG_3611.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The second and third circuits took you throughout the main castle, through giant chambers, outer courtyards, and various galleries that contained restored furniture and relics. Although it was a Saturday during the high season for tourism, the spaces were not crowded and it was a really enjoyable tour that you could take at your own pace.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8JIJ4rkZFaFGRM7q3F8r_2AtvF7CF21TJOfMMWM5u6YJX6TjQJy-Jdt6pfFRvARhMZTgLL-fhJaD2UHzi4rHIe8hVAY32B_S6ok5PdBnhDTJJvc1iJVJz90WoUcHhjussCXqYXSz9o_i7uRqjPe_xYK2DPuklguAYIdChA9P-vbwgTqrb1__/s4032/IMG_3614.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8JIJ4rkZFaFGRM7q3F8r_2AtvF7CF21TJOfMMWM5u6YJX6TjQJy-Jdt6pfFRvARhMZTgLL-fhJaD2UHzi4rHIe8hVAY32B_S6ok5PdBnhDTJJvc1iJVJz90WoUcHhjussCXqYXSz9o_i7uRqjPe_xYK2DPuklguAYIdChA9P-vbwgTqrb1__/s320/IMG_3614.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhciijdvKLXbxuDupzUWBB9JWNYUA_HL9odpVVOqQ-sjApVktmVwJjBtABgSCVl_mqgyjdCCL3SD1oq5-VizHFGENbDUKhNHb0VD-VSkN1yEZXwWcULUe5P99IcgC32o4eb_fptbKbujD3NYd4rXXFiK2fEkiIRA8j9GIvfuC5tdagvFOe2551_/s4032/IMG_3615.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhciijdvKLXbxuDupzUWBB9JWNYUA_HL9odpVVOqQ-sjApVktmVwJjBtABgSCVl_mqgyjdCCL3SD1oq5-VizHFGENbDUKhNHb0VD-VSkN1yEZXwWcULUe5P99IcgC32o4eb_fptbKbujD3NYd4rXXFiK2fEkiIRA8j9GIvfuC5tdagvFOe2551_/w240-h320/IMG_3615.HEIC" title="So. Over. It." width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Xavier was totally over this drama.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Leaving the castle, we took a right at the bend before Mont du Chateau and followed a short steep wooded trail back down to the main road. Only .5km and nicely shaded it was marked in several spots by some interesting stone friezes of what must have been religious scenes. The trail went right under the Nope Lift (my term) which is a steep chairlift you can ride for about 5eur that takes you up close to the castle to a hilltop cafe that supposedly has a spectacular view. I'll take their word for it, as heights are really not my favorite thing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkj3CGXR1DFF8KSdX35FF9msJbZIkDlFVCYsWAJ3Cvplh9IvOtZNGUt7c7JTwMhNH3W2oPklL-YOrIG44FIDgEksHydQUmeOh0LU-K5AYqrJ8TnxQqMxKXfSnU8JPOI-o-lEkL0RGStd49FQnw7IJOEtomiGfUmvcuOmX1wqxaA86QBZuGg2k5/s4032/IMG_3626.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkj3CGXR1DFF8KSdX35FF9msJbZIkDlFVCYsWAJ3Cvplh9IvOtZNGUt7c7JTwMhNH3W2oPklL-YOrIG44FIDgEksHydQUmeOh0LU-K5AYqrJ8TnxQqMxKXfSnU8JPOI-o-lEkL0RGStd49FQnw7IJOEtomiGfUmvcuOmX1wqxaA86QBZuGg2k5/s320/IMG_3626.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I was really glad we took the wooded route down, though, because we arrived at a different end of the promenade and got to walk back to the busy area by following the water again and admiring our surroundings.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1Q4jmdLo0KuC1v45x676Bp86NXkKE2Z-RxWnBaF4wwchn2DbH7zbopHfVOpLCM7XeoLvS-3PMH8Pz86y-fIRfKqOZvviFts4ALUS0YXWjUPTSntc9VlHzoVZErX43W-6guJZs0ZTkemAwYjeJdyOXK7cbH5l-alr1DHNigz90W-Lkq8dpbHf/s4032/IMG_3634.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1Q4jmdLo0KuC1v45x676Bp86NXkKE2Z-RxWnBaF4wwchn2DbH7zbopHfVOpLCM7XeoLvS-3PMH8Pz86y-fIRfKqOZvviFts4ALUS0YXWjUPTSntc9VlHzoVZErX43W-6guJZs0ZTkemAwYjeJdyOXK7cbH5l-alr1DHNigz90W-Lkq8dpbHf/s320/IMG_3634.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It will be really nice to go back and explore more of the hikes, shops, and try out the other restaurants, and with the short trip its a great idea to keep handy when you're looking for something for just a day. For us, the first visit to Vianden ended with some pretty amazing ice cream sundaes for the boys, and some refreshment for the adults outside the Brasserie des Arts. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY-CnCaBei99Rjw-qhcmhycXtX4LQP9L_rgszZkqYJwQZiSvwj9jFzPPyfTVp7bllY9T2opOlRKxz_KNAso8qQ4gL1KUX6Yc31BCACYxFi-xRs5V2C0jKGMmmUyXvD_JanAwQD4Jz_y3TLhdjAECQCuTQ5nCd0Z3VppFG9pBJ1KF5J6FDe7XXE/s4032/IMG_3637.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY-CnCaBei99Rjw-qhcmhycXtX4LQP9L_rgszZkqYJwQZiSvwj9jFzPPyfTVp7bllY9T2opOlRKxz_KNAso8qQ4gL1KUX6Yc31BCACYxFi-xRs5V2C0jKGMmmUyXvD_JanAwQD4Jz_y3TLhdjAECQCuTQ5nCd0Z3VppFG9pBJ1KF5J6FDe7XXE/s320/IMG_3637.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRywWQQvMvTCHe3u8SDH8dMXgqaMvSEBJAJ70W8nn-RhS7AOo1OwHY8L3A3WrDlRCEyWJWxGy5r-p-f3DwFx8x83NmTKfgTi0AtUGndNjo91-kTuS98_2UFPkaKR7ZYBNxaR0PMG2_QJf2errMyPpHliITJPf372GiAv1NZ3zrUY56f-WEaduY/s4032/IMG_3638.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRywWQQvMvTCHe3u8SDH8dMXgqaMvSEBJAJ70W8nn-RhS7AOo1OwHY8L3A3WrDlRCEyWJWxGy5r-p-f3DwFx8x83NmTKfgTi0AtUGndNjo91-kTuS98_2UFPkaKR7ZYBNxaR0PMG2_QJf2errMyPpHliITJPf372GiAv1NZ3zrUY56f-WEaduY/s320/IMG_3638.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>You can find information about where we visited at:</div><div>www.castle-vianden.lu</div><div>www.cafedupont.lu </div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-34956040102707670182023-07-24T08:09:00.000-07:002023-07-24T08:09:26.369-07:00A Day Exploring the Alzette Valley in Luxembourg<p> I woke up today with a feeling of renewed promise. Its been barely two weeks since we moved out of our home in Northern Virginia and started the complicated journey to what will be our residence for the next few years. Yet, we've been told our home could be move-in ready as soon as later this week. I'm looking forward to the stage where we can completely empty our suitcases and stow them in the basement. I'm looking forward to buying houseplants. I'm looking forward to setting up a cozy place we can call home. And it turns out that may not take very long.</p><p>It was also very rejuvenating to enjoy a weekend around town with my boys. I've probably mentioned how convenient the public transit system is here, but it has made getting around our new digs so easy. Saturday was another day of gorgeous 70 degree weather, so we hopped on the Bus 3 and rode it into the city. Getting off at the Fondation Pescatore stop, we had only a minute walk to the Panoramic Elevator of the Pfaffenthal (and yes, I did have to look up the proper spelling.) This smooth glass elevator travels up and down 71 meters between the city and the Alzette Valley, which features historic churches, classic Luxembourg architecture, and plenty of places to stroll and explore. </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 40px 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 40px 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" dir="rtl" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq90tlWzrLij5A1q4ew3nYRA7Y1d7Zm-XtDm8SIO9pXXcbUVpUqZHZAmpmrbKIoBJoPX9vIzwawQzFw-6VDcM_SI9yJNSZh09-8b_ZAgDdwQSdvreXdOFR86fDQstkqppYXdsdQ1JzY-MTQ4ZDPEVPtZDCmd-z7WNg9uBalQHLymWD7xRxfoi5/s2420/processed-3178456B-14CD-4F16-87F3-243AAE3E0138-4A70E620-CBBB-42A5-83F1-BF79A747B149.jpeg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2420" data-original-width="1816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq90tlWzrLij5A1q4ew3nYRA7Y1d7Zm-XtDm8SIO9pXXcbUVpUqZHZAmpmrbKIoBJoPX9vIzwawQzFw-6VDcM_SI9yJNSZh09-8b_ZAgDdwQSdvreXdOFR86fDQstkqppYXdsdQ1JzY-MTQ4ZDPEVPtZDCmd-z7WNg9uBalQHLymWD7xRxfoi5/s320/processed-3178456B-14CD-4F16-87F3-243AAE3E0138-4A70E620-CBBB-42A5-83F1-BF79A747B149.jpeg.jpeg" width="240" /><span style="text-align: left;">. </span></a></div></span></div></blockquote></blockquote><p></p><p>The elevator is free to ride, and despite it being mid-day on a Saturday, it was not crowded at all. You can even stand on a section of the elevator that has a glass floor and look down. But why would you, when instead you can enjoy the incredible views around you? This is one thing I should mention that I truly appreciate about Luxembourg so far: its a VERY accessible city for teens and kids as it is very unlikely you will encounter long waits for sites, buses, or even tables at the restaurant. Short walks and short waits ensures much less teen grumbles, speaking from experience.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">When we reached the bottom of the elevator, the streets and neighborhoods in the valley</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGZ0T-0dclH2pEgR9lD57fpKX9daY5wBheP9NDjEQ9gvkbZXC2ii3guJ6I2pI5Lp9sqcHT9tD4vJKQtnAk02r3-MNDYU8sk81GIeiE89ha8JchbaFeVZ497b2qoijZvTkqDTwB2Gmye1jqlybWmItHzxxENQh1wosKQ6Cyh1dJQDF21CcC_VUI/s2420/processed-0E400822-8BA0-4D6D-BDDE-DB388BB1D346-3156D78A-589C-4931-B380-2EF178A5DEC8.jpeg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2420" data-original-width="1816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGZ0T-0dclH2pEgR9lD57fpKX9daY5wBheP9NDjEQ9gvkbZXC2ii3guJ6I2pI5Lp9sqcHT9tD4vJKQtnAk02r3-MNDYU8sk81GIeiE89ha8JchbaFeVZ497b2qoijZvTkqDTwB2Gmye1jqlybWmItHzxxENQh1wosKQ6Cyh1dJQDF21CcC_VUI/s320/processed-0E400822-8BA0-4D6D-BDDE-DB388BB1D346-3156D78A-589C-4931-B380-2EF178A5DEC8.jpeg.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br />were pleasant and fun to explore. We took our time and eventually followed our appetites to the Bar Brauerei, a Bavarian and Luxembourgish themed brewery and restaurant located in what appeared to be a spirited nightclub/pub location. Sitting outside under giant sunshades, we enjoyed their own pilsner (really refreshing!) and had a hearty lunch. The Bar Brauerei offers traditional Bavarian dishes and also local Luxembourg dishes, and the staff were delightful so I definitely recommend this for families visiting the valley. The boys went with good old beef burgers (18-20eur) but Phil and I tried the local dishes instead. </span></div><p></p><p>After the late lunch we turned up Clausen, and walked to the entrance of the Bock Casemates. At that hour of the afternoon there was a small line, and after waiting five minutes we were informed that the tours were all sold out for the day. Fortunately, as we waited, Phil went online and purchased four tickets for us for the last entrance of the day! Lucky us, but there was some grumbling around us as some families with small children were visibly annoyed. As the tunnels and caverns are small, and the staircases are tiny in some places, they</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1orcdQp5Qyus37w1fDVWoI6-2j5DYskDEGZaMpoLJdTOINcMOpwTuN8zGoTVNik5fstE04Rw4kqFCSrXnF6pXC3DqxgOYB7snospSK32V7vBzHgcilw6bwKLxtC6aTDpRHgR1DuAuI62LUIyW4dJjSEjLxsQ5re-sV6WUBIkQwUAgA5K-1nZ/s4032/IMG_3396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1orcdQp5Qyus37w1fDVWoI6-2j5DYskDEGZaMpoLJdTOINcMOpwTuN8zGoTVNik5fstE04Rw4kqFCSrXnF6pXC3DqxgOYB7snospSK32V7vBzHgcilw6bwKLxtC6aTDpRHgR1DuAuI62LUIyW4dJjSEjLxsQ5re-sV6WUBIkQwUAgA5K-1nZ/s320/IMG_3396.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> limit the amount of guests every 45 minute period. It does make exploring the tunnels more pleasant to have fewer people in there with you. And certainly safer. I recommend buying your tickets over breakfast that day, or perhaps while sitting down at lunch so you aren't disappointed! <p></p><p>Since we had a few hours until our admission time, we walked just a few steps away to enter and admire the beautiful art and structure of the Eglise Saint-Michel and then requested seats at the unconventional Cafe Froid, located up the Rue de la Boucherie. Close to the National Museum of History and Art, the cafe is an eclectic collection of worn library chairs, benches, throw blankets and stools. Our order of iced tea, bier, espresso and my new favorite aperol spritz, were brought out on an antique tin tray and squeezed onto</p><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUyRI48IWCV03gRWuJxaudgvWY-LT9Z8Clg7EzCxe9gogLzaAR6UHFvneubOv2dJLiqisicUAXQZXaPEIFw77ZA8gO_W-syrSwUF9Z8bubNXeduNvMzBMF4CA9KkWgydDQCTjvT2mvd4F3I1RfQ5JzHgQWb2ZdXwv0q1mOYnccTKnL7B3-UDuk/s4032/IMG_3394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUyRI48IWCV03gRWuJxaudgvWY-LT9Z8Clg7EzCxe9gogLzaAR6UHFvneubOv2dJLiqisicUAXQZXaPEIFw77ZA8gO_W-syrSwUF9Z8bubNXeduNvMzBMF4CA9KkWgydDQCTjvT2mvd4F3I1RfQ5JzHgQWb2ZdXwv0q1mOYnccTKnL7B3-UDuk/w150-h200/IMG_3394.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>our table already occupied by a plant potted in a teapot and several antique reference volumes.<p>Finally getting into the Bock Casemates, the boys immediately went into explorer mode,</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhniHIGWs-WwWhcm01ZdKcA9-r162uC7vXI6u7YQ9y-Of8S7BijuKhAf7dRlMAMApcI0P-QpkYkCsVwPneDGmgVb-BTgBKK6Zn9u-RV9VVyPgPsGD8X1roepqB8bQGcnnVFriVDyOK7us1dLg1dP1Z4wAO1SjwTaKMxRDRTvSzsKVVmDg-iL0Be/s2420/processed-38EE3BEA-8FBF-4F3C-AE91-D218EEB2B511-7AD01E9E-0E0E-4C1D-B575-B08164034EC3.jpeg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2420" data-original-width="1816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhniHIGWs-WwWhcm01ZdKcA9-r162uC7vXI6u7YQ9y-Of8S7BijuKhAf7dRlMAMApcI0P-QpkYkCsVwPneDGmgVb-BTgBKK6Zn9u-RV9VVyPgPsGD8X1roepqB8bQGcnnVFriVDyOK7us1dLg1dP1Z4wAO1SjwTaKMxRDRTvSzsKVVmDg-iL0Be/s320/processed-38EE3BEA-8FBF-4F3C-AE91-D218EEB2B511-7AD01E9E-0E0E-4C1D-B575-B08164034EC3.jpeg.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div> and we could barely keep up. The tunnels were fascinating, and thanks to the cool breezes that day, it was more than enjoyable to roam through the tunnels, check out every vault, and marvel over the few cannons they've strategically placed to remind you that this was, in fact, at one time a formidable defensive structure! <p></p><p></p><p>An UNESCO World Heritage Site, the Bock Casemates are in fact just a part of what once was over 23km of underground passages and galleries that have served many many purposes since the beginning of their construction. At the very least, the views on both sides of the Bock are pretty incredible. I would wear comfortable walking shoes, aand prepare to duck at times if you're any taller than me! The admission is not free, but only 8eur for adults and 4eur for kids 4-12.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4KngU4Lyb9s4oGII-WveXaJAKfS8rOKrH8f7HJETiWQqNmVo5uzLCgfyaXwL5iOAtkEKg6pX3XkthhB4ow4U9udUbpxd7cDey2NHTASMmbMuf1zRGtQhp_7PYayVMqEwZzWs2ZPJWij2N4M5yKRmgLEO8qOY5XQ46NW_w9fFKGLVcMfavWowM/s2420/processed-80FC7D80-70AB-4BAF-BE57-2749B8468AF4-5A10EBCE-08FC-467F-ACF5-F860765E49C6.jpeg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2420" data-original-width="1816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4KngU4Lyb9s4oGII-WveXaJAKfS8rOKrH8f7HJETiWQqNmVo5uzLCgfyaXwL5iOAtkEKg6pX3XkthhB4ow4U9udUbpxd7cDey2NHTASMmbMuf1zRGtQhp_7PYayVMqEwZzWs2ZPJWij2N4M5yKRmgLEO8qOY5XQ46NW_w9fFKGLVcMfavWowM/s320/processed-80FC7D80-70AB-4BAF-BE57-2749B8468AF4-5A10EBCE-08FC-467F-ACF5-F860765E49C6.jpeg.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>The whole day turned out to be more relaxing than I expected, and from the whole experience I have learned a few handy things:<div><br /><div>1. Don't rush from Point A to Point B. The city is very walkable, and you will have plenty of time to stop and look around. Take a detour down an interesting roadway. Poke your head in a chapel and appreciate the architecture. And for gods sake, stop by a cafe and learn to love slowing down.</div><div>2. Take advantage of good weather any chance you can! The region can get stuck in some rainy spells, and I've heard last summer they experienced extremely hot temperatures. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tickets for the Casemates are available at luxembourg-city.com. <br /><p></p><p><br /></p></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-17956254509220514522023-07-20T02:42:00.001-07:002023-07-24T08:09:59.506-07:00A New Chapter Begins: Luxembourg!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXyLOnlwxagwlwD5zvcBHGXMLA8reWlkq0nxNs9ShKQELbSLLC57dVlMkllPwkm6LqA3rZt7FFwkkJce_tbLIAKI0uwGfJKTSdQK9Q2Q6QLVkGAn28jYrqFzwpxYbZkCernnC5tB5rMWlYLYlNJ1nZiX9KBB87fJh-sgBcRiCTuT5NQsd4OiVf/s2420/Image%20(2).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2420" data-original-width="1815" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXyLOnlwxagwlwD5zvcBHGXMLA8reWlkq0nxNs9ShKQELbSLLC57dVlMkllPwkm6LqA3rZt7FFwkkJce_tbLIAKI0uwGfJKTSdQK9Q2Q6QLVkGAn28jYrqFzwpxYbZkCernnC5tB5rMWlYLYlNJ1nZiX9KBB87fJh-sgBcRiCTuT5NQsd4OiVf/w240-h320/Image%20(2).jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p> Years and years ago I began this blog to share my adventures as a young mother, my shopping tips, cool places I discovered, and then eventually our time in Thailand. There was also knitting, of course. Unfortunately, I just wasn't the talented writer I thought I would be. Or perhaps I was trying to be like all the other bloggers I followed and admired. Without the camera skills, ring lighting, and understanding of image crafting, I fell waaaaaay short of what I thought a blog <i>should</i> be. </p><p>However, when you get so close to fifty years of age, your perspective changes a lot from the days where you had to feed, nurture, please and appease, and usually try to meet others' expectations. In short, I worry much less about what others think, and more about what others need. My sense of self is centered far more around what I can contribute to make the world a better place and how I can be my happiest self. The second part sounds a bit selfish, but when you take into account that my children are old enough to take care of a lot of things themselves, it does make sense. Now that they're teens, they follow my lead, but don't neccessarily need to be led. And I'm really enjoying that.</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgflkANVg4Qjr0LKVkUHLiwuYpTRB2sDBFNRKRB2byiHLgxErp1utMu-gr5ByFhJYDObNcEM0ba7y9LmLGrKmN0oMe49boqBbhWxpXPX94pJRXYuQISPkE8VKGazGpAh8iNhxFKI-SWDQwcHAUhMzmsXqsVMhtdPwD64e5xcudwT4es8o1nV5Bo/s2420/Image%20(1).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2420" data-original-width="1816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgflkANVg4Qjr0LKVkUHLiwuYpTRB2sDBFNRKRB2byiHLgxErp1utMu-gr5ByFhJYDObNcEM0ba7y9LmLGrKmN0oMe49boqBbhWxpXPX94pJRXYuQISPkE8VKGazGpAh8iNhxFKI-SWDQwcHAUhMzmsXqsVMhtdPwD64e5xcudwT4es8o1nV5Bo/w240-h320/Image%20(1).jpeg" title="Setting up a momento from our dear friends" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We miss you Don & Michelle!</td></tr></tbody></table><p>So that brings us to the present: We've moved to Europe. Only one week ago. As I type, I'm sitting in the bright airy kitchen of an unoccupied embassy residence in the suburbs of Luxembourg City. Its close to noon, and the bright white and tiled rooms are still cool from the night air. The boys are in their (temporary) rooms; Nate working on his Gundam model kit, carefully brought in our luggage from VA, and Philip watching YouTube on his phone. The house is furnished nicely, the fridge filled with basics from a grocery store just a fifteen minute walk away, and the beds made with linens from the welcome kit supplied by the embassy for us to use until our shipment of belongings arrive. Yet, we're not settled. Our actual assigned home will be ready for us in about a week, so its not time to totally unpack and make ourselves at home. Yet.</p><p>Its a great opportunity for us to acclimate, though. There are so many changes to learn and adapt to. Like navigating the public transportation system until our car arrives. Settling into new and quite complicated trash schedules. Or even just learning how to visit the grocery store without being total fools. There are hundreds of new habits I've learned, and things I've noticed in just a short week. Such as how the bus will not stop at the next bus stop unless there's someone waiting there OR you ring the bell before the stop. (I had a brief moment of internal panic as we zipped by our stop, until I remembered that pretty much EVERYTHING in this city is within walking distance anyway.) I've already become used to measuring ingredients and fruit in kilos instead of pounds (yay!), and have found the polite way to enter an establishment by saying a polite "bonjour" and then apologetically letting them know I don't speak French. Its worked so far. Note to self: Learn some basic French.</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgco1Dbk23PJJJ6cM3FfCbWgxOwVYQmG5l6GabxJ2scy88eN-2-ocD0ydfKsksJczlyrdy-qcORSy_8LgLzKiJMGw29vdDz3Kc8Ow9Sce5AsbGVsPz-gBrpv1ejaHZBfdHH7H8FqgZD7-4tRuJ-YqqteQGGsqNOG9_PKhtcGMC8IkXxVwv13Xzf/s2420/Image%20(3).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2420" data-original-width="1816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgco1Dbk23PJJJ6cM3FfCbWgxOwVYQmG5l6GabxJ2scy88eN-2-ocD0ydfKsksJczlyrdy-qcORSy_8LgLzKiJMGw29vdDz3Kc8Ow9Sce5AsbGVsPz-gBrpv1ejaHZBfdHH7H8FqgZD7-4tRuJ-YqqteQGGsqNOG9_PKhtcGMC8IkXxVwv13Xzf/s320/Image%20(3).jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I could get used to this!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p>If any of this sounds intimidating, I have to tell you its absolutely not. Luxembourg has been probably the easiest country to move to or visit. Its beautiful here, the people we encounter are all welcoming and kind so far, the bus and tram and free and easy to use, the sidewalks are clean and walkable, the food is not only familiar but delicious, and we also had the GREATEST crew of people to help us get here and ease the entire process. We had a wonderful social sponsor (probably the best I've ever known), work sponsor (also the best!) and all the advice and wisdom from the two people we have moved here to replace. </p><p>Replace is a terrible word for it though, as they are truly irreplacable. As we said goodbye to them yesterday a bit of sadness crept in because although we had only known them in person for a few days it was apparent we would have really enjoyed being at this assignment with them if they could have stayed. But that's the nature of the job: move somewhere new, meet the most incredible people, move on again and hope you cross paths with them again someday.</p><p>As for today, we are probably going to walk through a nearby park and stop by the newest shopping mall. We've been discussing maybe taking a bus trip out of the city to go explore some pretty town or take a scenic hike. I have tons of paperwork to go sign, and some ideas to jot down about the newsletter I'm going to be working on. There's an art museum and park we keep passing on the tram that has caught my attention, and I'm still trying to replenish a work wardrobe that is seven years and two sizes out of date!</p><p>And of course, there will be knitting.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCgrIQSmV4gSzJ0VQdcYRYmZcWb0rNcUotGkMFRquiNgG3gCiQs0U5e3ugTnEihJTYe0TxYpsHStN2AdfgtZg2HoTdGq5hAojURo8MxXd7W7Ay8QvCN0SR8eOFuSzyGuADWISQMuhXlM_vHSFNaqsAAC7Ihz4c5f0w8qxd8p7JBADyptcZatp/s2420/Image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2420" data-original-width="1816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCgrIQSmV4gSzJ0VQdcYRYmZcWb0rNcUotGkMFRquiNgG3gCiQs0U5e3ugTnEihJTYe0TxYpsHStN2AdfgtZg2HoTdGq5hAojURo8MxXd7W7Ay8QvCN0SR8eOFuSzyGuADWISQMuhXlM_vHSFNaqsAAC7Ihz4c5f0w8qxd8p7JBADyptcZatp/s320/Image.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My handsome guys</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-60487003380484367562022-02-10T09:06:00.000-08:002022-02-10T09:06:15.742-08:00This Blocking Controversy<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhph4RNelBpdnpvCq7ZxhoOa8wrrg9sLYuFRqnpNeV2EM-EAI_-RQSHnfYGqwjAI4lFjqCNR1K90dIB08ZCDhXOvN1P1kd4INj6-5aCYQzeDpWosv4qfkQWsXLdSwvhyQT45Emnj7ACNSFFeacFD8U53yqfCMUDBNtAtGKcfpiJpcehdXBvyQ=s3264" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhph4RNelBpdnpvCq7ZxhoOa8wrrg9sLYuFRqnpNeV2EM-EAI_-RQSHnfYGqwjAI4lFjqCNR1K90dIB08ZCDhXOvN1P1kd4INj6-5aCYQzeDpWosv4qfkQWsXLdSwvhyQT45Emnj7ACNSFFeacFD8U53yqfCMUDBNtAtGKcfpiJpcehdXBvyQ=w350-h252" width="350" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Its crazy but the knitting community has gone through serious infighting over the last few years, sometimes over very serious matters such as racism and inclusivity. I don't feel that any of these matters have been resolved or improved at all, but I could be wrong. This week the issue has been one of less gravity, but still important to me because its has been an issue in my knitting skills for a long time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blocking.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For the non-knitters, blocking is the process in which you lay out and shape your finished garment, ensuring the colorwork or fabric texture is shown to its greatest advantage. A few days ago a well-known knitting pattern designer tweeted a short rant: <i>Your project is not finished til it's blocked properly. Don't show your unblocked lace and say you're packing it up as a gift. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The knitters in Twitter did not recieve this "knitsplaining" very well, and I admit it annoyed me as well. Not only did I not follow this woman (thank you hashtags) but have long been irritated by the handful of designers that take to Twitter to rant about their customers. Her vagebook-style message thrown blindly in the twitterverse landed on hundreds of knitters who do not deserve her criticism. To be fair, she did apologize, but not without the usual wishy washy poor-me messages about how cruel people were to her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">From the start of my knitting journey up to just a few years ago, blocking was mystifying and frustrating to me. Google searches gave me numerous different answers on how to block my sweaters and lace. Attempts at each one of them gave me varying results. And I really wasn't interested in buying wires, mats and pins to add to my collection of supplies that I truck around the world. I resorted to pinning my sweaters, on top of a towel, on my husband's side of the mattress while he was away on business trips!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Later I discovered the top of my hope chest provided almost enough room and firmness to pin and shape one item at a time, and I've stuck with that method since. If I exemplify the majority of knitters, it means that figuring out how to soak and block is a confusing and difficult process in learning this craft. Criticism IS NOT appreciated, even if you have it all figured out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For the record, I soak my finished item in a steel bowl filled with tepid water for at least 20 hours. Removing it carefully, I roll the item into a big beach towel to remove moisture, then take a fresh towel to cover my blocking pad (see above). Then, I carefully shape my knit on top of that and pin it at the desired shape, leaving it there until its dry. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And I don't care what R says about when to show your creation- Its done when you think its done!</div><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-76670072177869275232022-02-03T06:32:00.001-08:002022-02-03T06:32:20.585-08:00Three Little Things for Thursday<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiurESG4N2be5h4MeIbq5QZtr7PUw_N_feiHYJho2X9u5j7eu-T1M_mMcQ7nbwfz_Km2KuCX_0oPcfjMXDkKSIFp25R8M7JHCJpJe7bwZGSAkr0KENPw8jZS3WTtxX_jGSzu_WdYPL3gjGjX7YnhVYf9IpMS01TePU_j6aP6U2281rCGUI1Jg=s3264" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiurESG4N2be5h4MeIbq5QZtr7PUw_N_feiHYJho2X9u5j7eu-T1M_mMcQ7nbwfz_Km2KuCX_0oPcfjMXDkKSIFp25R8M7JHCJpJe7bwZGSAkr0KENPw8jZS3WTtxX_jGSzu_WdYPL3gjGjX7YnhVYf9IpMS01TePU_j6aP6U2281rCGUI1Jg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /> It's a dreary rainy day here in Virginia, but I'm glad I get to snuggle up with some of my favorite things. I'm a big fan of my mother's quilts, worsted weight yarn projects, and I'm back on a green tea kick lately. <p></p><p>Today I just thought it would be nice to dedicate a post to just three little things. Any little thing, as I'm not in the mood to think up a category. </p><p></p><h2></h2><h4><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>On The Needles <span style="font-weight: normal;">I'm starting up a pretty colorful neckwarmer/cowl called Moonwake, designed by Andrea Mowry, to use up some mini skeins I recieved in a subscription box. It was crazy of me to think I needed a monthly delivery of rando yarn, and it only took me a few shipments to realize this wasn't for me. So yesterday I laid out all the yarn I've held onto on the floor and sorted it by weight, and I plan on knitting up as much of it as I can over the next four months. </span></li></ul></h4><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I'm thinking mitts with scandinavian designs, some cowls and intricate winter hats...I also pulled out my one WIP that has been hibernating for a few months, the Reina de Picas top by Valentina Bogdanova. It's always been a wish of mine to attempt one of her lacy beautiful sweaters, and after I finished the trickiest part-the lace yoke-I just stalled.</span></h4></blockquote><h4><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>On My Mind <span style="font-weight: normal;">The boys just finished another semester of school and its just a relief to see them do well. Even Nate, who tested the art of procrastination this term!! did really well. Philip had his courses readjusted for next year so he can take French and stay on track to study Mechanical Engineering someday. And last night we attended the military recruitment event at his school and learned allllllll about the application and selection process for the military academies. He shook hands, asked questions, and recieved some pretty awesome information about how to achieve his goals. I'm proud of these kids. </span></li></ul><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>On The Horizon <span style="font-weight: normal;">Its time to start thinking about our summer plans, summer camps, travel plans, and getting home somehow to visit family. My deep winter retreat with Mom in Freeport -NETA SPA- was cancelled this year and that stinks because I dearly value and need that time with Mom. Its a long weekend where I get her alllllll to myself, and we dine and drink and talk talk talk. And I usually come home to find the boys were up to shenanigans, enjoying a bit of time away from me. I'm just looking forward to getting back "home" and hanging out with Mom this summer. And the rest of our family is cool too. </span></li></ul></h4><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I'm also discovering all the interesting things we can do on weekends or long weekends from our future home in Luxembourg. This week I got a map (it helps me, I know I'm ancient) and a journal to start writing down destinations and activities that the kids would like. We were worried that they would get sick of castles and wineries, so I'm finding out about all these incredible fun outdoor adventures we may have. Ever since our time in Bangkok, I also really like finding places to shop, explore and eat that maybe aren't quite as popular as other places. So far, I found a little town that's not even marked on the map that is in a valley of waterfalls! You can hike all around them, and chill out in the town that is away from most of the tourist spots. I can't wait!</span></h4></blockquote><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-62715755488974444432022-01-12T11:51:00.001-08:002022-01-12T11:51:54.522-08:00Working Through Sleeve Island Amid Friend Drama<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeqOoST3BrtUzTW1wJ2mg74TCvyPi2y_ZFjVLTCAb4-M27aZXdjf1eWSrDYB5ncFvFI1TV_gNQpGGUrgiS_tgV1JJwUBE4E8MwwWhVH1KgJSqCBz7f7K0mbyYVLqS63s15pVJEayQWMBvOcPNrDJGN-1DPZ7EriDeOpfL6rgU0jzx8pNcefA=s2688" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2688" data-original-width="2426" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeqOoST3BrtUzTW1wJ2mg74TCvyPi2y_ZFjVLTCAb4-M27aZXdjf1eWSrDYB5ncFvFI1TV_gNQpGGUrgiS_tgV1JJwUBE4E8MwwWhVH1KgJSqCBz7f7K0mbyYVLqS63s15pVJEayQWMBvOcPNrDJGN-1DPZ7EriDeOpfL6rgU0jzx8pNcefA=w289-h320" width="289" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been thinking a lot lately about the kinds of friends we meet in our lifetime. We move so often that we are constantly finding new friends, developing different kinds of relationships, and sometime unfortunately leaving behind people that don't remain true friends at all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sometimes you don't see the red flags until its too late. And sometimes you see them almost immediately. This last year was the former- we made friends that we thought we would love forever, but learned too late that we were replaceable. Last week I saw the proof: a photo posted on social media of four smiling women, on a girls' trip, and I was not there. It stung, and for a day I couldn't remember what it felt like to feel joy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The greatest coping mechanism I have in my toolbox came out to play the next day: gratitude. It was hard to tune out my feelings of hurt and rejection, but I embraced the good things I had all around me. I chatted with my family. I bought a disgustingly large amount of girl scout cookies. I baked something that smelled incredible for my kids' dinner. I snuggled our big smelly dog. I watched game shows and shouted at the TV with my husband. I made plans to decorate for the next holiday. All the things that brought me joy, I savored and walked away from the things and people that did not.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So I suppose this post is my attempt to close the book or turn the page on this sad chapter and start anew. I've been thinking quite a bit upon all that's happened and I've come up with two lessons learned:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. Its ok to walk away from the people who have hurt you and not look back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. People who speak badly of others are telling you more about who they truly are.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">ok maybe 3</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. I'm a really bad liar.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-56859787890563454942022-01-05T08:17:00.000-08:002022-01-05T08:17:27.092-08:00WIP Wednesday<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Its always bittersweet when the boys go back to school. I love the peace and quiet and uninterrupted time I get to take care of chores, errands and calls. I hate the worries it raises about the boys going off for the day. The older they are, the worries become stronger: are they getting along with their classmates? Are they respectful of their teachers? Are they safe on the bus? Are they happy?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yesterday we were shopping in Target and my oldest suddenly became very anxious to leave. He had christmas gift cards to spend, and had decided to use them all on a great set of headphones. However, before we finished shopping he wanted nothing more than to leave. Quickly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It turns out he spotted a student that he seriously disliked, and explained to me later that the boy's friend had pushed one of his friends almost down a flight of stairs at school. And I could see he was mad. It was the first time I had heard ANY details or hint of high school strife and fights. It made me realize how much in the dark you can really be when raising kids, no matter how close you are to them. And we are really close.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhaNH8BaURaDRY5XyLHdOWNN1I-jh_7rXEZ56gw91ImFDJWPX4NajVsf2-BXLq7OaDuMrR_KWIP3rUfC-rPauA7ONTZqHfIiXIZQxDqJKYFyfsMNH9iHh1DXKDEPsE22EgxGXgPgccxe_EdiDt4v4q9dQqHhCHZVG2ihAUDkHMhqf6OCIVacQ=s3264" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhaNH8BaURaDRY5XyLHdOWNN1I-jh_7rXEZ56gw91ImFDJWPX4NajVsf2-BXLq7OaDuMrR_KWIP3rUfC-rPauA7ONTZqHfIiXIZQxDqJKYFyfsMNH9iHh1DXKDEPsE22EgxGXgPgccxe_EdiDt4v4q9dQqHhCHZVG2ihAUDkHMhqf6OCIVacQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /> In the mornings after the boys get on the bus or on their bikes to go to school these things run through my mind.<p></p><p>Its relaxing to return to these projects as well, and although it slows me down I've been switching between the Whitmoor Sweater and my Seaglass Tee. Both are mindless knitting, but have been beautiful to watch as they grow so they are very rewarding!</p><p>My dearest hope was to have these ready to wear at NETA SPA in Freeport this February, but with Omicron spreading so much, I may only get to model them at home or at my parents' farm for some very uninterested cows. </p><p>moo</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-38725493726659306692022-01-03T09:38:00.000-08:002022-01-03T09:38:01.100-08:00My Finished 2021 Projects<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6Vmi8ajj2_fpy3PhOUNJCiGcz2m8Wrq6e-2HAQNujG04QBr4Gv28xr2IiDdC8v1XxVYlUOnAdlWIWYlOEd06-3qn2KNQs4fjv2P5fjmK5CRP7J12LZ_7UKeCRym04DcNA0GI5GfeKyBWDFKGEWZuaPnMRH0DR1A_qP9lUhylm3k3HmZRGoQ=s2448" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2381" data-original-width="2448" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6Vmi8ajj2_fpy3PhOUNJCiGcz2m8Wrq6e-2HAQNujG04QBr4Gv28xr2IiDdC8v1XxVYlUOnAdlWIWYlOEd06-3qn2KNQs4fjv2P5fjmK5CRP7J12LZ_7UKeCRym04DcNA0GI5GfeKyBWDFKGEWZuaPnMRH0DR1A_qP9lUhylm3k3HmZRGoQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Happy New Year!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It certainly was a wild one. It was also my sixth year as a stay-at-home mom, which was EXTREMELY helpful since the boys spent the previous school year mostly remote. Maybe on a later post I'll think through some of the learning experiences I have had in the last year, but for now let's keep it positive with a knitting post!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In regards to knitting, I've come a long way in the past year. I've learned that I tend to be braver about wearing my handknits when I have more amassed. So I definitely amassed them. Its hard to count how many I've made in my life, as they're scattered everywhere around the house right now, but it would be approximately a dozen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've learned to stick to the colors I love to hold in my hands, not the colors that are on trend or what any color quiz predicts I should wear. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So here are my precious handmade items of 2021, clockwise from top right:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Pagan Sky Sweater by Zanete Knits: I love wearing this softy as its made from baby alpaca yarn my husband shopped for and carried home from Peru. He's sweet like that.</li><li>Untangled Crop designed by Handmade Closet: I JUST picked up the Flying Fibers Yorkshire Medley and Rosy Green Wool at New York S&W Festival in October and got straight to work on this!</li><li>Kira Slipover (in the center) designed by Monique Chan: Such a pretty finished vest, from Periwinkle Sheep Highland Wool on Cloudborn Fibers Highland</li><li>Hinterland by Jennifer Steingass: I believe this is the third design of hers that I've knit and I used a bundle of minis from Dancing Leaf Fiberworks that were perfect for this yoke</li><li>Sorrel Sweater by Wool & Pine Designs: I cannot lie, I am a HUGE fan of Kim Dyes Yarn, a local indie dyer. This was made with her Brioche DK.</li></ul><div>That wraps up last year! Its just thrilling to lay out the squishy soft sweaters I've made and see that they represent a fantastic variety of independent knitting designers and yarn dyers alike. Its easy to grow fond of your tried and true favorites, but not hard to stretch out and support new creators as well. Going forward, I really hope to test out new designers and I still have a cabinet full of yarn to do it!</div></div><p></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-34083187845202763342021-12-28T11:56:00.000-08:002021-12-28T11:56:19.153-08:00Why I've Gone Crazy for Shakshouka<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Welcome back, my funny little blog! I never believed I would attempt blogging again, until we entered this endless pandemic. I kept reading advice on how to weather the ups and downs, the changing situations our society is undergoing and one suggestion stood out to me: start a journal.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Since the month of March it all began (for us) I have failed to write down a single word, and now those days where we remained completely at home, struggling to get the boys through remote school, being incredibly PAINFULLY distant from the rest of our family, feels like a foggy memory. We're in such a different world now; a place where we take a test before going to a Thanksgiving gathering and friends alert us when they've had contact with someone infected so we can watch our symptoms and act accordingly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So this Christmas when we were making our wishlists I had a big request: I wanted a tablet and keyboard so that I may get back to sharing my thoughts and experiences on here. With three years in Luxembourg in our future, I'm hoping to get away from Instabragging and Facegarbling, and get more into sharing helpful travel hints and experiences. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But back to the present. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our family has since relocated to Northern Virginia, right in the middle of the pandemic, and has settled in despite all the challenges. We found a great place to live, right on the cusp of horse country, great schools and activities for the boys, and a wonderful group of friends for ourselves. Myles the diplodog is still limping around, and doesn't realize he's in his elder years at all yet. In fact, with a daily stream of anti-inflammatories and CBD treats, he's living his best life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of the things I love the most about living here are the incredible Thai and Vietnamese restaurants that are plentiful out in the burbs. Its also fantastic to live in a diverse community, and we are just 10-15 minutes away from two international food markets. I really like to explore with food, and my current fave flavors are garam masala and anything sweet yet spicy. Its easy to cook healthier meals without becoming bored when you can change the recipe with a few special ingredients, and I'm always keeping in mind that my husband prefers things spicy/hot, whereas I favor spicy/flavorful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Which brings me to shakshouka, which I've read is a Tunisian and Isreali dish that is absolutely delicious. The base of this stew-like meal is a simple combination of simmered tomatoes, peppers and onion with flavorful spices and eggs dropped in to poach lightly. My husband had it once over the summer and I've been obesssed with recreating it ever since. The best part is that the base is simple and delicious already- all you have left to do is season or tweak it the way you like. So Mr. Spicy/Hot can get exactly what he likes, and I do too!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't have an exact recipe that I follow anymore, but you can find a great version here:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/213717/chakchouka-shakshouka">www.allrecipes.com/recipe/213717/chakchouka-shakshouka</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now that I have my trusty skillet, I have a few ideas for creating some delicious twists on this that will help us eat healthy and fresh:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>This morning I seasoned the tomatoes with garam masala, salt, chili pepper, cumin and garlic. When it reached a boil I turned down the heat and added diced potato and chopped fresh kale. After the eggs were finished, I topped the dish with a tiny bit of crumbled bacon, chopped cilantro and some avocado.</li><li>Sriracha and green peppers with a side of steamed bok choy?</li><li>Season with Sofrito soup base, cumin and chili powder and top the finished dish with a crumble of cotijo cheese</li><li>Add fresh spinach, zuchini noodles or top with microgreens for crunch</li></ul></div><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7Lb7mttxzo9KU5PGQKU-awnfrD3C2e1u9ulb6RlTd3xmjY8Be5pXFBR2irrM0Dqs5rNVXOir4JQ1jKwXjobo-1d7KGSsIP1BIz-aNqrgIzj7u7IKWitnOW1MgUn5s-08Bs1bjQM3HfJh6e1AIYiDa52heewXiOcmEIMoimEMibGpASikdYA=s2420" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2420" data-original-width="1816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7Lb7mttxzo9KU5PGQKU-awnfrD3C2e1u9ulb6RlTd3xmjY8Be5pXFBR2irrM0Dqs5rNVXOir4JQ1jKwXjobo-1d7KGSsIP1BIz-aNqrgIzj7u7IKWitnOW1MgUn5s-08Bs1bjQM3HfJh6e1AIYiDa52heewXiOcmEIMoimEMibGpASikdYA=w240-h320" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg03PI-hCXqA2cjtklHuzM0CEvWFy2YhyZP47-4iwWMpCnUA8W1O8uPWEnA-CMvn-A4zPrHExa2ApVKiptjsj5sEdsZFdyefEoeW1tka4PDAWjzPS79khtU1QYEYqpIN_s2slWYgOf56yAi1vQ_-UHsVboemC32YV6Izty7wEI9Pw3j7tzJLw=s2420" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2420" data-original-width="1816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg03PI-hCXqA2cjtklHuzM0CEvWFy2YhyZP47-4iwWMpCnUA8W1O8uPWEnA-CMvn-A4zPrHExa2ApVKiptjsj5sEdsZFdyefEoeW1tka4PDAWjzPS79khtU1QYEYqpIN_s2slWYgOf56yAi1vQ_-UHsVboemC32YV6Izty7wEI9Pw3j7tzJLw=w240-h320" width="240" /></a></div><p></p></blockquote><p>With a side of toasted whole-grain bread to soak up the juices, this meal is always satisfying and filled with nutrition. I'm just hoping this will help us recover from all our holiday indulgences. With New Years Eve just a few days away, I thought we'd focus on some healthier habits so we're all in high spirits for 2022!<br /> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-27227261476289856792015-11-15T21:07:00.003-08:002015-11-15T21:14:39.755-08:00If You Were To Ask MeIf you see me around, I hope you don't see anything to be concerned about. There's not much reason for me to not be smiling. I feel full of hope, energy, and most of the time motivation. There are some major events coming up, including my husband coming home for a few weeks, a major exam or two, a beach getaway, and of course my first half marathon. Finally.<br />
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These are pretty much the fuel I am using to get through each day. If you add that with the love and companionship of my boys, my friends, and my family, you can be sure that I will get through this. But its not always easy.<br />
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If you were to guess that is not the entire story, you would be correct. <br />
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If you were to ask me what is on my mind I would tell you I'm frustrated and worried. We have only half a year left in Thailand, and don't know where we are going next. We submitted our "wish list" back in August, and watched some of our favorite spots drop from the list week by week. And still no word for us. But I am trying to be patient and flexible. It isn't easy though, when you are anticipating moving a family, dog, all your posessions and career to a completely different country. There are questions about renting a house, buying a car, locating schools, locating job openings. Imagine doing that every three years, and not until about a month or two before you actually move. Yuh.<br />
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If you were to ask me what is on my mind I would tell you I'm a little heartsick. Both my boys are doing well in school, but both get frustrated easily and lash out. I call it the "mountains out of molehills" effect, because most of the time they are just fine. They make friends. They're happy. They are always in good moods at home. However, if someone cuts in front of them, bumps into their table, you name it-they lose their cool. But only at school. I wish they could tell me why. I wish I could help them, but I can't be there all the time. I wish I knew what leads to this negativity and anger, but I do the best I can to support them and work with them.<br />
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If you were to ask me what is on my mind, and have a little more time to spare, I would tell you I'm nervous. Two years of an unaccompanied tour is something challenging to adjust from. I build walls when my husband is gone so I can cope. Some people let their feelings flow, but I just cant do that. So I embrace having that "stiff upper lip" and soldier on until we are through. The walls have to come down though, when he returns to us, and thats hard. Its good at the same time. Yet, its not always smooth, and sometimes you worry if you have any feelings left at all.<br />
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In the end, I would tell you that this is all alright. We chose this, and I would rather have these challenges and always have the unknown twist around the next corner. We are fortunate, and as tough as I get inside, I never stop thinking that. I'm lucky to have such a wonderful life and such loving family.<br />
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To get there is going to require a little bit of mental fortitude and some great tunes, so I'm going to share with you my latest run compilation, guaranteed to keep you running, and with a big smile on your face. Enjoy!<br />
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1. Player (feat. Chris Brown) -Tinashe<br />
2. Secrets (Radio Edit) - Tiesto & KSHMR<br />
3. Last Chance - Kaskade & Project 46<br />
4. Five More Hours - Deorro & Chris Brown<br />
5. Headlights (feat. Ilsey) - Robin Schultz<br />
6. Can't Stop Playing - Dr. Kucho! & Gregor Salto<br />
7. The Veldt (radio edit) - Deadmau5<br />
8. Help Our Souls (Urban Contact Remix) - Nihils<br />
9. Language - Porter Robinson<br />
10. Dancing In My Head (Tom Hangs Remix) -Eric Turner & Avicii<br />
11. On My Way -Axwell Ingrosso<br />
12. Zonk -Dimitri Vangelis & Wyman<br />
13. Levels -Avicii<br />
14. King -Years & Years<br />
15. Hello -Martin Solveig & Dragonette<br />
16. SLVR -Steve Angello & Sadko<br />
17. Love Myself -Hailee Steinfeld<br />
18. Fun -Pitbull<br />
19. Lean On -Major Lazer<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-5411486611665747032015-10-04T20:55:00.001-07:002015-10-04T21:12:28.888-07:00Pumpkin Everything<br />
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A few people asked for my recipes for the snacks I've been creating for the kids. Some have been good- some not so good! I'm worried that the real reason my boys ate these up is the fact that they were very sweet, so I recommend that when you add the agave syrup, start with 1/4 cup and add more when you stir in the millet and oats if you think it's needed. I also suggest you cut these smaller than your supermarket variety granola bars! There's a lot packed into these sweeties.<br />
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Pumpkin Spice Bars<br />
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1/2 cup creamy peanut butter (all natural is best)<br />
1/4 cup agave syrup<br />
1/2 tsp salt<br />
1/2 tsp vanilla extract<br />
1 can pumpkin purée<br />
1 tsp cinnamon<br />
1 tsp nutmeg<br />
1 tsp ground cloves<br />
1/2 tsp ground ginger<br />
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2 cups puffed millet (or base grain of your choice)<br />
1 cup rolled oats<br />
1\2 cup chopped walnuts<br />
2 tbsp chia seeds<br />
1\2 cup white or dark chocolate chips<br />
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Preheat your oven to 350*.<br />
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In a microwave-safe bowl combine the peanut butter, agave syrup, salt and vanilla extract. Microwave on High for about 1 1/2 minutes. When you take it out, give it a good stir!<br />
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Pour your can of pumpkin purée in and the remainder of spices while it is still bubbling hot and mix well.<br />
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Pour your pumpkin mixture over the wheat and millet and stir throughout. If it's a bit squishy, add more oats until your batter becomes pretty thick. Press it into your baking pan to about 1/2 inch thickness or whatever you prefer and bake in the over for 20-25 minutes. <br />
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Remove and allow to cool. If it's not firm enough to cut, chill in the fridge for a few hours. <br />
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Cut, wrap or just enjoy!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-34337355807963594762014-04-30T00:59:00.001-07:002014-04-30T00:59:25.379-07:00Celebrating Songkran in Chiang Mai<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Chiang Mai was a lot of fun during Songkran. We did the whole supersoaker-waterfest in the old city for a day, and decided after that we would fill our trip with some sightseeing. Having lived in Thailand for almost two years, we knew it would be pretty easy to find a driver with a minivan who could take us around to the typical tourist destinations for pretty cheap. I just asked a few friends who had been there over the past year, and they were all glad to share the contact information for their drivers. So, the next day we piled into "Mr. Su"s van, and set of for Doi Inthanon and Wat Inthanon, perched at the top of the highest peak in northern Thailand. The weather was gorgeous, and the drive was pretty exciting thanks to the people on the side of the road still throwing water at cars, but when we got to the top you couldn't see far. I guess they burn brush and clear property by fire, so the smoke spreads from afar and gives the sky a pretty thick haze.</div>
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It didn't matter, except we all became a little congested. Wat Inthanon has gorgeous gardens to ramble around, and afterwards little Nate strolled quietly into the temple on his own, kneeled down, and prayed to Buddha very respectfully. He still doesn't understand what he's doing. Or does he?</div>
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We also spent an few hours the next day on a shopping trip, so I could pick up a few baubles, some hand-painted umbrellas, and some real Thai silk. The silk shop was our favorite, because they boys could actually see the life cycle of the silk worm up close, all the way to seeing them boil the cocoons and spin the thread out of them. </div>
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Then we followed the advice of a fellow employee and headed over to the Chiangmai Night Safari. What an adventure! We first stopped for a quick bite to eat outside the gate at the restaurant, where you could watch the tigers, giraffes and zebras right next to your table! In the park you could go on two rides through the animal exhibits, buy carrots and bananas to toss to them, and sometimes even feed them directly from your hand! Once or twice Nate snuggled close, when we passed the more ferocious creatures, but most of the ride was a lot of fun. After zooming through the park in the dark, feeding animals, and watching a phenominal water fountain/light show, we had to return to the giraffes and say some heartfelt goodbyes:</div>
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A few weeks later we celebrated Easter at the Embassy, with a big party and egg hunt. I'm extremely grateful that both boys are well past the "mortally terrified of Santa and the Easter Bunny" stage. No, Nate wanted to go home and come back in his Nemo fish getup, just to keep Mr. Bunny company. He's cool like that. I should have mentioned earlier that he underwent several costume changes at my birthday as well. Nemo-dragon-and back to Nemo. The kid has style.</div>
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The boys rode terrifying rides (with some reassurance from us at first) and then asked for more. We went to EVERY show. Philip even volunteered to stand in front of a hundred or so people and chat with Donkey at the comedy show. Nate followed immediately behind, and Donkey exclaimed "I thought I was seeing double!"</div>
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We spent an entire day roaming the botanical gardens, where we visited the Orchid Garden and finlly stumbled our way onto the Jacob Ballas Children's Garden. I SO wish Bangkok had a place like this. There was a playground, a maze, a sensory garden, treehouse, exhibits and more. It reminded me of the Heritage Gardens we used to frequent back on Cape Cod.</div>
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Last night I was browsing a thumbdrive full of over a year's photos, documenting our best times on the town. It was a Christmas gift from a most beautiful, thoughtful friend. All the galas, the plays, the celebrations and silliness. The costumes we wore, the times we danced like no one was watching, the way us together became a "thing" without us ever trying. But that is the way with some friends. (Holly & Dave, I'm thinking of you too.) Sometimes you are lucky enough to have a charmed year or two with a set of people who just make you feel like no matter where you are, you have come home. So the funny thing is that the drive was not the gift; it was like looking at a picture of the gift. It had already been given.<br />
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1. Fun. I've been thinking about our life together, and one of the greatest things we share is our sense of fun. I suppose we might miss a thing or two by not being good planners. We might miss a little by not being more thorough. And I suppose paying closer attention to details might benefit us, but we aren't good at that. What we are good at would be playing games together, taking chances, not being afraid of looking a little silly. Like wearing Santa hats on a hike. Or waving to strangers and dancing on the sidewalk and dressing in costume for non-halloween events. </div>
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2. Trouble. We are living in a bit of a hotbed of politics and culture right now. Its nothing too scary, but its constantly changing, and unpredictable, but at the time exciting. Its also our first time living in such a situation, and probably will not be the last.</div>
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3. My loves. They are growing so fast. One is reading big chapter books and devouring The Hobbit and LOTR movies. The other is coasting on a bike without training wheels already. They adore each other, and their personalities compliment each other. They're also mirror-images of our personalities, so we understand them on such an intimate level. I know when Nate is fighting off tears and I know when Philip's attention will flag. And I know that every time I give them a big smile it helps build their confidence. When I think about it now, I realize there is more wordless communication in our home than spoken. <br />
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4. This dang bird. Its a Kia. And it wanted in our camper. When it didn't get its way it scrambled across our roof and tried to nibble at the kids through the skylight. They found that hilarious. The Kia didn't. It invited a friend over later and the two of them squalked their loud appeals above our heads around 11 o'clock that night. And again a few hours later.<br />
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5. Date night. Its an added benefit of the expat life. We used to enjoy a date night every few months, if we were lucky that bumped up to once a month. In Bangkok it happens whenever we feel like it. Our nanny appreciates the extra income. We have lots of things we can do in this city, whether it involves getting dressed up for a charity ball, or just going out for some delicious grilled seafood at a sidewalk vendor and splitting a few beers. Tonight is one of those nights. I think. I haven't decided yet, but I'm certainly looking forward to some time with my sweetheart.</div>
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6. This kid. He's turning seven soon. He's the coolest kid. Loves his brother. Is up for anything. Gives the best snuggles. Has the most amazing shimmering gold hair. Did a yoga class with me yesterday and was so well behaved! Represented us well at the opening of the kids' art exhibit and was charming and well-behaved while chatting with our "boss." Is smart and clever and imaginative, but has the most ATROCIOUS handwriting.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-31728873115837481462014-01-12T23:48:00.002-08:002014-01-12T23:48:30.534-08:00Te Anua and Milford Sound<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ec56MnIHmFM/UsZpEkhbHRI/AAAAAAAACmE/uO1pjj_vz0g/s1600/PC190346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ec56MnIHmFM/UsZpEkhbHRI/AAAAAAAACmE/uO1pjj_vz0g/s400/PC190346.JPG" width="400" /></a> Right now as I'm typing, a grand-scale protest is happening a few blocks away. We are chilling at home for the day, watching the news, entertaining the kids, and hoping for the best. My mind still wanders back to New Zealand and all our adventures there. Our fourth day in NZ was the day we left Queenstown, and the lovely 12 Mile Delta Campground, and headed for a one-in-a-lifetime experience at Milford Sound.<br />
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We stopped the RV whenever we felt like it, and would get out and stretch our legs. Sometimes we lept. We stopped at a trail called the Mt. Earl Tracks, and the boys thrilled us by eagerly hiking over mud and hills and narrow log bridges. We took turns crossing this wire bridge, even though the thought of my boys slipping made my heart race. It really wasn't that dangerously high, though, so it was a lot of fun and an all-natural thrill.<br />
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We camped on the water outside Queenstown, and rode the gondola to get a birds-eye view. The boys bought silly trinkets for their treasure boxes back home. They went crazy over stones and sticks, like boys should. We played on the banks of a creek, and then collected ourselves (and our clothes) to go have dinner back in the RV.</div>
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It began something like this...oh, wait..<br />
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When you think about vacation, you usually have to settle on one basic idea. It may be skiing, or perhaps some snorkeling, or maybe you're into a cruise. You can't exactly take some time off from work and skip from Canada to Bermuda, then New York City and back again. Its just crazy. But we did something almost exactly like that for our R&R last month. It turns out, Uncle Sam will fly you home for a break-he may not put you up in a hotel, but he'll get you there. And when you're posted on the other side of the planet, that's a pretty pricey flight. Now, if your family is VERY understanding, you might be able to compare flights to other destinations...and, well, if you are willing to stay away from home a bit longer, you can use those flights to venture somewhere new, if you stay below the budget. Did I stress how expensive it is to fly home? Just ask my folks and my in-laws-they can tell you all about it. Well, it turns out you can fly to New Zealand, then Singapore, and finally de-stress your buns in Bali and still not max your allowance. Incredible. So that's exactly what we did, and I'm here to tell you it was worth it. I love you Mom and Dad, and thanks for understanding!<br />
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Day One of the Great Adventure began in lovely Christchurch, New Zealand in the brand new Novotel in the "downtown" district. We woke early and prepared to pick up our RV and discovered we were in a ghost town. All around the district were lovely homes, each individually walled in and adorned end to end with cascading flowers, but in the center of the city it felt like a post-war battle zone. It turns out, the hub of Christchurch was completely devastated by an earquake in 2011, and was still sheepishly trying to recover, with new shopping areas and hotels that slowly emerged, but never took hold. It was shocking and strange to begin this way, but the rest of the trip was so different.<br />
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We stopped wherever we wanted, to grab a bite to eat, or make some lunch, like at the lovely Rakaia Gorge. After a smooth 1-hour hike (my 3 year old is a trooper!) we continued on towards Mt. Sunday, and soon the pavement disappeared and we were rumbling over dirt roads, hardly another person for miles. Just sheep. A few cows. But mostly sheep. At first it felt so strange, coming from Bangkok, when we looked at each other around 5pm that day and realized we hadn't seen another human being since lunchtime. Oh, I should add that it doesn't get dark until 9, so if you stop watching the time, and ramble on as we did, you could go a very long time without seeing people at all. Nothing to distract you from the gorgeous peaks and landscape that begin just 30 minutes outside of Christchurch...<br />
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It was a beautiful hike, and we returned to the RV and sought a place to stop for dinner after the great workout. Did I mention it doesn't get dark until very late? We were eating a quick supper when someone finally checked their watch and shouted "Oh my god! Its already 7? But it feels like 4! We need to find a place to sleep!"<br />
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We drove for a few hours, which sounds terrible, but in New Zealand its not-every mile is majestic, some downright breathtaking. Some miles are just so calm (hundreds of sheep) and all of it is spectacularly CLEAN. Roadside trash or debris? None. Nada. So we "freedom camped" at a place we found online at a quiet abandoned spot, and woke up ready to see what else South Island had in store for us.<br />
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We slyly picked at one, and found there were crystals forming on these looong seams inside, which would explain why eventually they split and break apart, but who knows how they initially form!<br />
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That afternoon we settled into a campside by the beach with electricity and water and stumbled out to the sand and almost fell over a sealion that was resting close to the water! We kept our distance and enjoyed the amazing view, and the next day when we checked he was gone. And so were we, on to Queenstown, one of our favorite parts of this trip! Stay tuned....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-31661737963142351062014-01-04T20:23:00.003-08:002014-01-05T04:50:19.606-08:00Late Post: Visiting Ancient Ayuttaya<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Somehow the last few months have flown by.</div>
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Before I jump into our December adventures, I still want to look back and savor the time with my parents. If you've met my folks, you know how incredible they are. If you haven't, I would certainly introduce you to them: they are intrepid, active in body, curious in mind, and open-minded. In other words, they were perfect visitors to Thailand.</div>
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They ate like locals, ventured out through the city on their own whenever they could, and asked our nanny a zillion questions (which to her was a huge compliment). They even managed to gain an invite to her home out in the country, near ancient Ayuttaya, which I am just slightly jealous since it took her almost six months to invite US. </div>
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After stopping by Kookai's house and getting a tour of the banana farm, a lesson on making traditional noodle soup, and meeting her family, we hopped in our rented van and strolled through the remains of Ancient Ayuttaya. Its one of my favorite parts of Thailand because nothing is roped off, you are literally walking through history. </div>
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So there you have it. Its a little hard to look back, now that my parents are gone. We miss them so much. Kookai still talks about my Dad. And our friends thought my mom was the beans. Its true, all true. And hopefully we will be able to share with them another amazing corner of the Earth someday. </div>
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We had a blast, attending our second Marine Corps Birthday Ball. I don't know if any future post will ever live up to the bar that has been set by Mission Bangkok. I know that is silly of me, being such a lemons-into-lemonade person, and I will find other things to love about wherever we go. But with almost 500 guests, this event was fabulous. As soon as the music began, the guests abandoned their dinners for the dance floor. I'm so proud of our Marines, and really lucky that Phil wrangled a picture with them again this year-its an honor to be in such great company. </div>
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I'm glad we started the day with a run, because it gave us the energy to keep going until almost dawn. After the Ball ended and the room was cleared, we celebrated with the gunny and his wife at Q Bar before heading home.<br />
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Now I just look forward to seeing all the photos our State friends share from Marine events all around the world. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-276858667978269882013-11-14T22:01:00.000-08:002013-11-14T22:01:48.303-08:00And Then We Ran<span style="color: black;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When we packed up the kids to do a little 5k in the park last weekend, we tried to arrange them so that we all had a nice time. However, a six year old on a bike doesn't go well with crowds of runners, so after one lap around Lumphini I asked Little P to ditch the bike and finish the race on foot. He was happy to try. </div>
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