This morning, as I prepared my cup of Pu’erh tea, I had an ominous feeling of the microwave’s eye following me around the room. I thought Juno had a handle on all the moles around our house. “The duck flies at midnight,” I whispered to the microwave. No response. Maybe I should have said, “Hi Obama!” So, I’m just going to get in front of this scandal right now before the CIA leaks it to the press: I eat chocolate before noon and import my tea from China. Big Brother is in the microwave. (Sorry, I can’t help myself from laughing at how our government is turning into one really bad episode of Spy vs. Spy.)
I don’t just rescue dogs. Sometimes I rescue old pieces of furniture in need of a new home, like this 19th Century oak-carved Flemish writing desk. It is the oldest thing in our home, after Mr. Wild Dingo, of course. (358/365) Continue reading “I Like Old Things”
Family Day Hike with Mr. Wild Dingo, the cracker & the criminal! 217/365
Family Day, a Sunday tradition we started while living in Switzerland. On Sundays in Switzerland, everything is shut down and you aren’t allowed to make noise or run power tools. Continue reading “Family Day”
Painted Lady – 187/365
One of Juno’s favorite walks in the world is strolling downtown through the streets adorned with a variety of original turn-of-the-century homes, including Victorians, Craftsmen, Bungalows and Mission. If you own a home in this town you are obligated to follow specific ordinances to maintain the historical element of the home, and that even includes paint colors. A huge smile came across my face when I accidentally found this beautiful Painted Lady. Even if you never live in, nor want to live in a Painted Lady, you can’t help but smile when you see one like this. They exude happiness and beauty. Someone actually cares about their surroundings. Continue reading “The Making of a Painted Lady Today”
This time, I was on a mission: shoot the clock at the Musée d’Orsay in ways its never been shot before. I didn’t use a camera filter, but I did use a filter in the environment of the museum itself. And it was a complete mind-frack for the passing people. They looked at me as if I was crazy. Then, they would point their camera in the normal light, with nothing obstructing their view as if to say, “Duh, if you want a picture of the clock, this is how you’re supposed to do it!”
I know what you’re thinking. How can anyone be miserable in Paris? I assure you, it is possible. Continue reading “Miserable in Paris”
While snacking on Chiendent, sometimes Loki and Juno will make a new friend they finding hiding in it. Like this fella: Harry Hérisson. Juno found Harry and I quickly called her off. She and Loki politely obeyed and left little Harry alone.
While we’re on the subject of my faux-paws, I thought I’d add another. In May, I posted about an Alpine herbal plant called Dent de Chien. I tried to research an entirely different grass called Chiendent because our walking friend Sylvie with her dog Mona, mentioned it often on our walks. But all my Internet searches only turned up information on Dent de Chien so I wrote about that herb instead. But once again, my smarty-friend Sylvie found the Wiki link for it and now I’m able to write about this captivating subject. Continue reading “Chiendent”
“Nice Tuff-Skins little fella,” snorts Juno.
So here I was, Thursday afternoon, Ascension Day, where everyone is off in Switzerland, riding my bike through Bière on my way to Rolle, when I noticed a large field of cows wearing unusually large bells and making a large racket. Naturally, I stopped. It looked a lot like The Fête Desalps, a celebration that happens in September, where the cows are moved off the mountains and into the lower warmer areas for the winter. The Fête Desalps begins with positioning two of the largest cows against each other to butt heads for the title of “Queen of the Parade,” who will be the cow to wear the fancy floral headdress. Continue reading “Holy Cow”
“Who is this Savadear I keep hearing about?” Two years ago, Mr Wild Dingo whispered that very question, which had been burning in his mind for too long, to a Francophone at work. Bemused, the Francophone laughed. “Not ‘Savadear,’ ‘Ça veut dire,'” he replied. The expression literally translates as “it wants to say” but actually means “it means.” Continue reading “Who is Savadear?”
I looked like the total American trying to walk into a Coop Supermarket on Thursday evening at 5:30 p.m. Nothing was open. I should have known better. It was Holy Thursday. Switzerland basically shuts almost down everything from Thursday night to Tuesday morning. So if you’re out of milk, you almost have to suffer for 4 full days. Unless you go to gas station mini market. Then you have to buy the cheap milk, with all the fat and lactose in it. So you don’t have to really suffer that much if you don’t want to. Continue reading “Creative Suffering”
When we travel, Mr. Wild Dingo focuses on history and ancient sites. I focus on landscape, culture, city vibe, pretty things and cuisine. So other than my gluttonous indulgence in Italian cuisine, I had only one other mission going to Venice: glass. And lots of it. Continue reading “Eye Candy”
Our hotel was just a 1-minute walk from the Bridge of Sighs. The enclosed bridge with the two square windows connects the prisons to the interrogation room in Doge’s Palace, which by the way was much more stunning than I anticipated. A local legend says that lovers will be granted everlasting love and bliss if they kiss on a gondola at sunset under the bridge. Since my own bliss comes from driving Mr. Wild Dingo mad, I made sure to avoid boats and sunsets. Continue reading “Criminal Sighs”
Maybe I’m biased, but Italian food is hands down, the best cuisine in the world. Most often it’s simply prepared but can be as equally elegant as French cuisine. In Italian cuisine, flavors are raw, original and not subverted. While French cuisine is complex, flavor can sometimes be hidden or overtaken. Italian food on the other hand, never loses, and in fact celebrates, the original earthen flavors of its ingredients. Continue reading “A Taste of Venice”
The Venetian Fort overlooking Chania’s outer harbor. Chania, Crete’s Venetian quarter, was the perfect place to stay. For centuries this tiny harbor port area has been fought over and controlled by Minoans, Mycaneans, Romans, Byzantinnes, Ventians, Genoese, Turks and Egyptians. Continue reading “Random Scenes Around Crete”
“Bulls and boobies,” said Mr. Wild Dingo as we left Knosos, “that pretty much sums up Minoan society.”
Well, sorta. There were plenty of other symbols around Knosos.
The first thing you notice about Cretan culture is the impact of spiral design on both ancient Minoan and modern-day art. Continue reading “Minoan Spirals”
For fun, Mr. Wild Dingo and I read our “compatibility horoscope” while in Crete. The 14-page document basically summed up that we both liked to do everything in excess. In other words, we’re luxury enablers. Continue reading “Luxury Enablers”
A few of you have asked about the castle in some of the shots I take and post on this blog. I’ve written about it a few times but not in-depth. It’s Vufflens the castle in the municipal called Vufflens Le Chateau, population 781. The castle was built in the middle ages and is unique because it was one of a small group of Romand castles built entirely of brick. Continue reading “Fairytale Whine”