I’ve been in Kansas the last few days. Seeing family and friends, going to a charity art auction and taking pictures. It’s been a good trip. Tomorrow morning is an early flight home and I will admit that I’m ready to be back in my own bed. It’s been good to see “home” again, meet a new little cousin and be in the open and cold air.
Last night was the Tribeza fashion show to end fashion week in Austin. I was able to get all dolled up in a new custom Beth Elis dress and go and enjoy the best & “keeping Austin weird” side of fashion here in my hometown. Met up with old friends and made a few new ones. It was a nice welcome home after being gone for a week. And what girl doesn’t like a new dress once in a while?
I love Charleston. I can see why so many others do too. We ate at Magnolia’s and it was devine. Orange buttermilk pancakes…I’d go back for those alone. Then we went to se the Yorktown. A fun piece of history. I’ll be back on Tuesday morning before I fly home…Can’t wait.
Today was a beach day. Tybee island was the destination. After laying out in the sun for a few hours we headed to The North Beach Grill to eat. I can’t say enough good things about it. Fried plantains with fresh salsa, fish tacos and the most amazing sweet potato fries with a balsalmic/honey reduction. If you’re ever on Tybee Isalnd be sure to make it there. And tonight I’m off to the Savannah Jazz Festival. More to come….
I can see why it’s easy to fall in love with Savannah. My first taste of the city came in the form of Shrimp and Grits with a sherry cream sauce, heavy sea air, the history of pirates, ghosts haunting the buildings along the waterfron…and if that’s wasn’t enough to discover on a first night how about some freshly pulled salt water taffy?
Crossing the Misissippi again. I was here last year on my way to Chattanooga. This year I’m on my way to Savannah.
I’ve wanted to go there for years and can’t wait to see the see the squares, eat the food and see the Spanish moss hanging. More pictures to come.
See you along I 20 🙂
I was bitten early by the travel bug. First passport photo at 5 months old. I have had a few passports now. Filled with stamps to places far (New Zealand) and near (Oh Canada!). I’ve loved every trip. Every adventure. And tomorrow I leave on another. Europe has not quite worked out this summer (but fingers still crossed for sooner rather than later) but Central America has.
So I am off to explore Panama. My travel playlist is ready with everything from The Civil Wars to the Rolling Stones. My swimming suit, sunscreen, bug repellant and cameras are packed. Anticipation for a behind the scenes look and travel through the Panama Canal is in place. Cheap lobster dinners are definitely being looked forward to. Eating my weight in all kinds of fresh seafood will be a must. And doing all of this with some of my best friends in the world is cherry on top.
This weekend I was kidnapped…But in a good way. There is something I have wanted to do for such a long time. Something my mother NEVER wanted me to do. I had be told by some I wasn’t allowed to do (never a good strategy with me). And my sister thought only people who had lost their minds would do. But we can’t always please our mothers or others and there are times you have to ignore what your own brain is telling you is logical.
I was driven an hour outside of Austin by my friends, who only told me to wear comfortable clothes and tennis shoes. We turned a corner and this is the sign I saw.
I was so excited. I probably should have been nervous but I wasn’t at all. I couldn’t wait. We checked in, signed our lives away and got suited up.
After suiting up, strapping in, and getting acquainted with the men we were trusting to get us to the ground in one piece, we were off to the plane.
To say it was amazing doesn’t even begin to describe. It was a mad rush. I don’t think I stopped screaming until the parachute was pulled and Travis had us gliding and twirling all the way to the ground. It was beyond adrenaline. It was the most freeing thing I have ever done. I can’t even put it into words. It was an experience I wouldn’t trade for anything. A view of the world I will never forget.
What better way to spend a day off then at a vineyard on an amazing spring day. Thanks to Erica for joining the wine club (our excuse for going was that we needed to pick up the wine and of course taste a few) and to Charlie, the wine maker, for letting us into the barrel room to taste the new blends he was creating. We’ll be back.
It’s been a very busy but great last few weeks. I’ve been celebrating new homes and new babies with friends. The arrival of sunshine and warmth after a dreary winter. An offer to show my photography in the Dallas area for a few months starting in July. Selling my work. Shooting TV segments with Tribeza and CW Austin. Planning a my trip to England/Scotland in August (so very excited, fingers crossed it all works out). Painting, sewing and taking pictures. And Sunday I even get to dress up and model beautiful gowns. So many blessings and opportunities. I hope you all have a great weekend! Cheers!
(more pics soon)