My blog is having an identity crises. It doesn't know what it wants to be... a travelogue? A Mommy blog? A Military Wife blog? A Craft/Art/Things-I-Do-With-My-Own-Two-Hands blog? A Bare-Thy-Soul blog? Which direction do I go with this?
The said blog owner is fine. Great actually. Probably because there's been lots of traveling involved (sightseeing!) and her good friend CREATIVITY has come back (hopefully to stay, she's been missed terribly!). Feeling connected again.
Don't delete me from your blog rolls yet, I'll get this figured out soon.
For now, a little about where I've been since we last talked:
“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” – Robert Louis Stevenson
White Hart Lane, home of the Tottenham Hotspurs.
You may remember hearing about Tottenham with the riots recently. Plenty of buildings nearby are still boarded up.
This is the face of a boy who didn't think we could beat them
But beat them we did!
This is at the end of the game as the players were clapping to us and we were cheering to them.
If the Hubby had taken photos when we scored, you would've seen a half-nekked young man next to me (who had ripped his shirt off, jumped over chairs and ended up in our row).
A guy in front of the Hubby jumped down a
couple of rows. No one minds, and
it's not odd to be hugging strangers at goal time.
The next morning, we woke up and had our English breakfasts (eggs, fried toast, beans, tomato etc) and drove by Stonehenge...
Yes, "drove by". No sense in stopping a third time. Seen it, done it.
Drove some more....
I love Spring in England. There's bright yellow fields of Rapeseed everywhere and Claritin is my best friend.
As The Man drives, I fiddle with travel books and phone apps. I can't stand the thought of getting home and discovering we were right next to some special place that we could have taken a few minutes to go and see...
like how Chatsworth House was RIGHT THERE as we drove around for three days in the Peak District in 2007.
As we drove through the gorgeous English countryside towards our Devon and Cornwall destination,
like how Chatsworth House was RIGHT THERE as we drove around for three days in the Peak District in 2007.
As we drove through the gorgeous English countryside towards our Devon and Cornwall destination,
we saw a sign that I vaguely remembered from somewhere...
We gambled, took the exit and am so happy we did!
But,
I'll have tell you more about that incredible place later.
I'll have tell you more about that incredible place later.
Here's a hint:
Sorry about the ads, there's nothing I can do about those.
Hope you are all well and happy and enjoying your summer.
Ta ta for now!
