Hello, English Muse Readers! Today, I thought I’d share a peak inside my sketchbook. This weekend, I flew to New York to spend the week with Husband, and since we’re staying in Brooklyn this time, I thought it may be fun to doodle some of the things I’ve seen while we’ve walked around town. Tomorrow, I think I’ll fill them in with some water colors. What about you? How do you like to preserve your travel memories?
Hello English Muse readers! Karen from A Simple Cup of Tea again. After a week of moving apartments with my family and another week jetting off to Cardiff to audition there I’m finally back with a post. This week I’m talking about traveling – again.
Is there such a thing as talking about traveling too much? Personally I think not. The thing I was thinking about today as I sat in Cardiff airport waiting for my flight – at a way too early hour if you ask me – was that every single of my traveling experiences have brought something to my life.
It didn’t matter whether I was on the road with my family as a kid to camp in the mountains of France, taking the Eurostar to London on my very first solo trip abroad for a summer school or having a luxurious weekend in Cologne for some serious mother-daughter quality time.
Travel enriches the mind and gladdens the soul.
It can cost a fortune or next to nothing. That doesn’t matter: the world is a wonderful and interesting place. See as much of is as you can: your next-door town or a country at the other end of the world.
The sky is the only limit.
I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. Here’s to a lovely start of the week!
He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion…no, make that: he – he romanticized it all out of proportion. Yes. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.’
Er, tsch, no, missed out something.
He was too romantic about Manhattan, as he was about everything else. He thrived on the hustle bustle of the crowds and the traffic. To him, New York meant beautiful women and street-smart guys who seemed to know all the angles…’. No, no, corny, too corny for a man of my taste. Can we … can we try and make it more profound?
He adored New York City. To him, it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. The same lack of individual integrity that caused so many people to take the easy way out was rapidly turning the town of his dreams in …’
No, that’s a little bit too preachy. I mean, you know, let’s face it, I want to sell some books here.
He adored New York City, although to him it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. How hard it was to exist in a society desensitized by drugs, loud music, television, crime, garbage…’
Too angry, I don’t want to be angry.
He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat.’
I love this.
New York was his town, and it always would be…
-Woody Allen, Manhattan
Start spreading the News…
Tomorrow my husband is leaving for The Big Apple to work for 4 months as an intern before coming home to complete his MBA at the University of Tennessee. This is going to be the beginning of a huge adventure for us that we are both really excited about. So here’s my dilemma. Neither of us really know anything about New York. We went there over Spring Break for a few days but other than that limited experience, my only knowledge of NYC consists of random pop culture references, a slight obsession with the New York Times, and too-many-to-count viewings of You’ve Got Mail.
That’s where you come in. I’ll be coming up a couple weekends a month, and I’m hoping we can find some fun things to to do while I’m there. So what’s your advice? What’s your favorite thing to do in the city? Any tips of traveling up there? Any places we should eat? picnic? listen to music? drink coffee? people watch? Let me know your thoughts in the comments or on Twitter and next week, I’ll share a secret project I’ve been working on that will incorporate these new finds!
Until then… xoxo* ~Hannah B.
**P.S. We are looking for a place to sublet through mid-September so let me know if you have any leads for that as well 😉
Hello English Muse readers! Karen from A Simple Cup of Tea once again. This week I’m talking about traveling. I spent the entire week in Wroclaw, Poland. There’s nothing I love more than exploring new countries, meeting new people and learning about new cultures.
“The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.” – Samuel Johnson
I love this quote by Samuel Johnson. He is absolutely right: seeing things as they are is one of the best things about travel. But the thing I like most is that when you’re traveling you discover parts of yourself you never knew or never recognized before. It’s as if being somewhere else unlocks something. It’s more than discovering a new place, it’s also discovering a bit of yourself.
Well, as we’re talking about travel I thought it might as well share the following video with you. I posted it on my blog a couple of weeks ago but it is fabulous. Makes me want to jump on a couple of planes tomorrow or even tonight.
What about you? What do you love most about travelling?
As we speak, my husband is making his way around Santiago on the other end of the globe as part of his MBA courses. It may be the fact that he’s thousands of miles away studying the wine & chocolate industry (without his wife who would *really* be able to appreciate such things) or it may be a bad case of Spring Fever. Either way, this week I’m going to get get my passport so that I am always ready for a jaunt around the globe. Who’s with me?
Hello, English Muse readers! This is Hannah B. once again from Secrets of a Belle. With warm weather in full swing here in the South, I thought I’d share a little piece of what I love about living where I do: the mountains! There is nothing better this time of year than taking an afternoon, driving up in the mountains a little bit and sticking your feet in a river. I thought I’d share 2 things in particular that have been in the back of my mind. The first is one of my favorite poems by Emily Dickinson and the second is a song that people always seemed to be singing around the house when I was growing up (sung here by Laurel & Hardy!).
There’s something reassuring about knowing that you are just a small piece in the huge play of creation, that the mountains have been here for years before you and will remain for years after, and that, in today’s age of constant engagement and white noise, there’s still places you can go to get quiet and feel overwhelmed by the nature around you. Do you have places like that where you live?