This is an Ian Day, at least it is planned that way. There are a few things he told us we must do and see while in Whitby. Robin Hood’s Bay is one, the Silver Street Fisheries for fish and chips in Whitby is another. I am not ever terribly excited when I see a […]
The Whitby Visitor’s Center is right around the corner, the semi open air Hop-on-Hop-Off tourist bus is even closer. Michael persuades me that the top deck of the bus is OK because it is semi-enclosed. I lead the way up the narrow stairs and when seeing that the best seats are gone, I choose another […]
It is a long slog up the M roads toward Whitby. If it weren’t for the very English names painted onto the sides of the eighteen wheelers and the signs above the highway we could be in Anywhere, USA. The rest areas are welcome, looking like mini airline terminals and just as busy; Burger King […]
I hate leaving Wales, especially in the sunshine—with no wind. It hardly seems fair that the weather waits for us to leave to decide to turn beautiful. And I believe Michael is finally getting used to the tiny roads; the cursing has all but stopped. If anybody asks, I would say, “Go to Wales. Throw […]
The car park pay and display machine below Pembroke Castle is not working. We check the windshields of other vehicles, some have tickets, some have notes speaking to their inability to pay due to broken machines. Michael consults with another puzzled (English) tourist as how to proceed—not worry about it and risk a £60 fine, […]
What I want to do is take photos, but we are the only Americans in the group and the proper English tourists keep their hands at their sides, or in their pockets—no camera in sight—so I don’t have the courage to ask if photography is allowed. My pensiveness must show, because our guide approaches me […]
The weather this week in Wales, like the sea, has a rhythm. Sun. Rain. Sun. Rain. Sun. Rain. We arrived in the sun, walked in the rain, rode the bus in the sun, and today it is rain. Walking is out, but there is always lunch; tentatively exploring the tiny Pembrokshire country paths by car. […]
The Puffin Shuttle races along roads that we barely crawl down. The shuttle is bigger, taller, wider than our rental. Where is the driver’s fear? Michael doesn’t seem to care, delighted to be a passenger having the ability to look around and enjoy the scenery. I wonder if he realizes that buses have accidents too. […]
I peer out our tiny bedroom window to the unwelcome sight of leaden gray skies; not the beautiful blue I was hoping for. After a dose of the BBC and coffee I return upstairs and survey what is hanging in my closet. My clothing choices aren’t vast but I pick out the warmest of what […]
Not being able to fit the castle into our plans during yesterday’s adventure, this morning we detour from our planned route to Saint Brides Castle in order to touch a sliver of the history inside the stalwart, massive walls of Caernarfon. And like most of our adventures it takes three times in, around, and through […]
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Simply put, I love Texas. I have lived almost my entire life in this state. Born and raised in San Antonio, I spent the majority of my adult life in Fort Worth, in addition to ten years—on and off—sailing in and around the Gulf Coast on our 40’ Endeavor, Island Rose. For the past ten years, my husband and I have called Wimberley home—and if I love Texas—I adore the Texas Hill Country.
We have traveled extensively in this state--from deep East to far West, from North to South--and have probably been on more back roads and in more towns than anyone I have encountered. I AM a Texan—through and through!
I’m a foodie. I love to cook. I am a good judge of what is excellent, what is not. We will drive two-and-a-half hours for Saturday lunch; for the journey and the destination. I love picnics and trying out local wineries. Food and wine pairings draw me like a magnet. And music—all kinds. Concerts are on the menu at our house every year, be they concerts in a house, in a park, in a barn, in an auditorium or at a winery--we're there.
I paint. I cook. I entertain. I love back country roads and small towns—we own two convertibles so I can be sure that nothing bars the experience of just being there.
I finally decided it was time to share my love of this state and these hills with anyone who will listen or read, letting them in on on the famous, the infamous and the not so famous places that dot the countryside and cities. I'll share stories, experiences, and recipes.
Hopefully, you will come along for the ride, blaze your own trails and let me know if you are having fun. If you step out your door and take a chance, I know that you will!