I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!
one day i will.
It’s like being in love: giving somebody the power to hurt you and trusting (or hoping) they won’t.
Marina Abramović, Rest Energy
Collared pika (North America - Discovery Channel)
Run pika run!!!
Degenerative Cubism afflicts 12% of Spanish cattle. If the disease were ever to become airborne, it’s estimated that all beef cattle in the country would be little more than a few lines leaving the impression of cattle within one month.
A realism vaccine was developed in 1994 but has occasional surrealist side effects, turning 2% of cattle injected into two arguing mimes and a waffle.
I almost choked and died.
Eerie photo of the Yellow Brick Road from an abandoned Wizard of Oz theme park in North Carolina.
D O N O T F O L L O W T H E Y E L L O W B R I C K R O A D
BECCA I AM ADDING THIS TO OUR LIST OF CREEPY PLACES TO VISIT ON OUR FUTURE CAMPING EXTRAVAGANZA
This place is actually opened the first weekend of October every year (October 5-6 this year) for the Autumn at Oz festival. It’s supposed to be pretty fun, and is based more on the books than the movie. It’s not that far from Asheville, and even closer to Boone. So, you know, if that interests you.
How did I not know about this ?!?!?!
*gets down on one knee* will you help me drive a giant robot and kill aliens
Baby all you had to do was ask. :)
Everyone who reblogs this will get a song lyric that describes them in their ask. Everyone.
Everyone you say???
Done yo :)
Porto Cervo Sardegna
I bypassed Corsica on my Italian yachting adventure, and instead spent several days in Porto Cervo, Sardinia.
I found my morning runs in Porto Cervo extra challenging, as it took some maneuvering to run through the tiny lanes and mazes of shops at port
in order to wend my way to what was essentially an uphill expressway to get some straightaways to run, but it was worth it for the views.
Once again we had options for swimming, and I found that the ocean was overly breezy, overly seaweed laden, and really flipping cold.
So another lazy afternoon spent in a bay sized saltwater pool sufficed.
The food in Porto Cervo was once again superb. Seafood bonanzas to be had everywhere.
And have I did.
Until the last night when the idea of eating anything from the sea made me nauseated (a week straight of sea fare, give me a break!) so popcorn was my meal du jour.
I did stroll through that same shopping area that I ran through in the mornings, but I will admit I didn’t buy anything on the island until I hit the airport. The prices were astronomical, and considering it was mostly the designer faire I had just left behind in New York, I wasn’t that interested.
The weather was perfect though, light sea breezes felt refreshing over sun-baked skin, and cool nights where a shawl on deck is all that was needed. It was a great stop on my summer excursions.
I spent a few days in Portoferraio Elba, running, swimming, eating and sightseeing; the latter three seeming to be the most popular options on the island.
This lovely little local, made famous by its association to Napoleon Bonaparte is a secluded little slice of Italy. The only ways on and off the island are by sea, most popularly by ferry as the only airport is for private flights only, and rarely accepts landings.
Busts of Napoleon are for sale in every tourist shop I saw, and his history on Elba is always told the same way. “People think he was a prisoner in a jail, but everyone is wrong, he really ruled the island.” And so they go on about the petite conqueror, and as a visitor you must smile and nod as your waiter, a police officer, or the random woman hanging laundry recounts the tale of Napoleon, as if you are full of only the wrong information about their economic hero.
But in the end they are right. He was not a prisoner in a cell, but the ruler of the island. He had a few houses there, and with his sister they did keep the pirates from attacking Elba, built up roads and designed a playhouse to keep themselves entertained.
There is more to this spot then Bonaparte however. The Forte Falcone is another lovely historic sight with pathways made of bricks hundreds of years old,
dual gunports allowing for the only light in small safety tunnels,
and some of the most beautiful views of Portoferraio that I saw in my stay there.
The food was delicious. I was lucky enough to hit Elba when tomatoes were their ripest, and as tomatoes are quite possibly my most favorite food, I was pleased.
Or in Bruschetta. All ways were delicious, and an excellent accompaniment to the local delicacy, the Spiny lobster.
As for swimming my options were all salt water. Either by beach, or pool.
Both were lovely, and while the pool was warmer, the beach came with coconuts
All this being said, what I will remember most about Elba is the stairs. Everywhere you turn there are flights of foot-worn stone steps leading ever upwards to… more steps. Beautiful? Yes. Exhausting? Most definitely.