Irish Weather

I think the term Irish weather should really be one of those place-based terms that stand for something else, like Boston marriage or Stockholm syndrome. It would have to signal something pretty awful though, “I know that shrapnel wound is excruciatingly painful but at least it’s not Irish weather.”

When I returned from Japan late last month, I was treated, within half an hour, to sun followed by the gathering of dark clouds, a hale storm, heavy rain, and then sun again. That cycle occurred on three other days as well. I keep waiting for the frogs and locusts. Luckily, I don’t have a first-born.

I’ve heard that June is nice, but the implication in that observation is that only June is nice. But, over the last week or so, things have been sunny, bright, clear and CHILLY. I’ll try to be more like the Irish and just forge ahead with an optimistic outlook that nice weather is imminent, even when it isn’t.

Looking Back -February 2015

I wrote this in February of last year but didn’t publish it. I love looking back on impressions from past trips because there is so much that is forgotten with the passage of time, like ennui and burning pizza!

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Two years since my last post. That sounds like a long time in the abstract, but is it really when lived? Two years ago I had gotten back from a less than satisfying trip to New Orleans because of interference from work. I’ve always prided myself on being able to travel unencumbered with professional pressures; yet, my last trip to NOLA in February of 2013 changed all that. I’ve since realized that, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve become subject to the same petty but persistent demands – experienced by most – of the paying gig. Since then, I’ve traveled for work, which has to be to most cruel punishment of all created by Beelzebub to torture the lover of travel. I’ve also gone home for the holidays and had a couple of short trips.

But now, I’m on the last week of a true vacation. No work. No work email. For three weeks. I’m living like a European.

So why do I feel so unsatisfied? I’m in Athens. I spent five days in New York. I went to the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show for the first time, which was as much fun as I expected. Yay, doggies! And then five days in London.

I do feel like I’ve spent most of my time willing myself to relax and disconnect. Why don’t I feel it? Have I built up this trip so much through anticipation that it has inevitably disappointed? I feel like I’m working at relaxing. What has happened to me? Where has the real me gone?

I have moved around more than I had planned. I caught a cold at the end of the New York portion so stayed in a hotel for the first couple of days in London (rather than subjecting friends to nasty, American germs). I’m now in my second hotel in Athens because my first was hosting kids who have never stayed in a hotel before and wanted to stay up all night slamming doors and burning pizza – the fire alarm went off at 4 a.m. Isn’t the first time without adult supervision magical – for you but not for everyone else? And it was expensive. And not in central Athens.

So now I have a view of the Acropolis and have a non-rainy day tomorrow. If the gods smile, I’ll be able to avoid tourists and enjoy the marvels of ancient Greece in relative peace. I’m still waiting to completely relax. Maybe I just haven’t had enough Ouzo yet. Now there’s a worthy goal.

I Still Have Something To Say

Sometimes the hardest part of getting back to something you’ve neglected is dealing with the passage of time itself. It’s too easy to get accustomed to not doing something, especially when life presents other more persuasive or demanding distractions. The longer you wait, the more futile any attempt to return seems.

But today was different. Although I’m not sure why, I knew that I would start again. Not tomorrow or next week. Today. So here I am with so many tales to tell and visions to share that I’ll have to go back in order to go forward.

Even though I haven’t posted in 3 years, I was still writing and capturing moments in notes and pictures. Haphazard and half-hearted at times, my attempts to chronicle travels and intriguing occurrences in the day-to-day continued. Shall we catch up in the next few posts over the upcoming weeks and then see where we are? Let’s go!

Still Thinking About Katrina

Photo courtesy of natcom.org

Photo courtesy of natcom.org

The Presbytere museum at Jackson Square has an ongoing exhibit on the Katrina disaster, Living with Hurricanes: Katrina & Beyond. Stark and moving, the exhibit uses a multi-media installation to familiarize the visitor with New Orleans’s long history of hurricanes while focusing on the most infamous one of all. Continue reading

Dining in New Orleans

Sylvain

For those of you in doubt, I can assure you that French Quarter dining is thriving. On each visit to New Orleans, I’ve tried to have at least one new place on my list of dining spots and, in recent years, have avoided dining in the Quarter as it seemed that most of the exciting new spots were popping up in other neighborhoods. As that’s no longer the case, this time I visited two new(ish) places in the Quarter. Continue reading

Celebrating New Orleans

Jackson Square

Jackson Square

Anyone who knows me or has read my older posts is familiar with my deep connection with New Orleans. Most of my visits to New Orleans have been solo, but it has been about 4 years since my last such trip and I’m feeling the need for the boost to my spirit that only New Orleans can provide. Continue reading