[lake life]

Lake 360s.

Summery foods.

Sitting by the big windows.

Parents & grandparents.

Everyone makes lunch except for me.

I read.

Blurry family photos.

Large batches of iced tea.

Parents and 2/3rds of their kids.

Seriously cool old maps.

That’s life at the lake. In the words of my sister “the only thing I have to worry about is when I’ll run and what I’ll eat after.”

=)

The little things, yes?

~s

[toes in the water]

As you can probably guess from the title, this song was in my head all weekend.

Nothing beats laying on the dock at our family lake house and just… existing. It even took me, miss I-can’t-stay-still-for-more-than-4-minutes, a whole 20 minutes before I had to move around and take pics! I couldn’t help it; the lake was calling. =)

Thank the Lord for fun toenail polish. Otherwise I’d hate my feet. =)

Momma toes.

There’s just too much sparkly goodness for me to handle right now. I need to go back. 48 hours just ain’t enough time!

Aren’t you glad I stretched these weekend posts out into not one, but FIVE blog posts? (last one is coming soon) They just all deserved their own 15 minutes of fame.

No big deal. We like pictures.

~s

 

[garden on the hill]

My aunt and uncle just moved to the top of a mountain. Honestly, this is their view:

In their new front yard they’ve started all sorts of gardens. Herbs, veggies, flowers. And their plan in the next few years is to expand it even bigger.

No that’s not me. It’s my sister. We’re the same person.

I just hope they someday own a strawberry farm. =)

~s

[my first Fenway experience]

I’ve lived in New England with a Red Sox-lovin’ dude as my dad for my WHOLE life, yet before this past Saturday I’d never been to Fenway. So… WE WENT. I won’t talk about the annoying things because then I’ll remember them. And I only want to remember the good things. Which is why I only took pictures of the good things. And here are those pictures.

Pic of a pic. +bokeh makes it cooler.

Us… looking gorgeous as usual… =) My man was lookin’ ready in his Red Sox shirt. I was so totally not ready. But dark gray is, like, almost navy blue, so I guess that mostly counts.

Binocular reflections. Nate was being all serious and watching the game. Which was actually just the players warming up. Which you really don’t need to be a serious watcher for.

Stray/play ball.

Parentals… looking crazy as usual. I mean, THANKS FOR THE TICKETS GUYS!

Love the sillos of all the fans standing underneath the old Coke sign. +the sunset makes it cooler.

This next one reminds me of an older era of baseball. Like, Angles in the Outfield, or Field of Dreams, or, The Sandlot. Or “insert any other old-timey baseball movie here”.. yeah, that’s what this reminds me of.

All in all, the experience was good. Not as good as I had envisioned (apparently Fenway – in my mind – was supposed to be this all mighty baseball-park-of-awesomeness with die-hard Sandlot-y type fans being nice to each other and always having a good view of the game). But I was hanging out with people who generally make me smile and always buy me ice cream, so it was all good. GOOD. IT WAS GOOD.

=)

~s

P.S. The Sox won, but only AFTER we’d left the game 4 minutes early to beat the rush to the T. SO. We missed the only action. Which was fine. I guess. Not really. But it was good.

[beautiful old things]

nothing makes my vacationing-in-the-lakes-region-self happier than beautiful old things, experienced with my sister. six little cottages, all a different ‘theme’ (romantic, ski lodge, secret garden, retro diner, ect), all filled to the brim with old, beautiful collections of awesomeness. we didn’t buy anything, but we thoroughly enjoyed looking.

kanasatka lake pictures coming soon.

~s

[things & stuff] May 23, 2012

Things I have cried about in the last 24 hours:
- Finn & Rachel not getting married.
- Nate wouldn’t buy me a cupcake covered with chocolate chips. In his defense, it was 9 dollars. Also, this was just a dream I had last night.

Things (movies) that I crave on an at-least-once-a-year basis:
- Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.
- Fever Pitch.
- What a Girl Wants (I’m well on my way to knowing every line of that movie). Also note, I’ve recently mentioned this in a past episode of Things & Stuff.

Things that often happen that I know shouldn’t:
- Consuming large iced coffees before my 40 minute commute into Boston.
- Walking into paper product stores while I have my wallet with me.
- Going grocery shopping on an empty stomach.

Things that should happen every day of summer/life:
- Kevin McHale sings that catchy One Direction song to me every morning.
- Farmer’s market dates with Sis.
- Home-made lemonade/green tea/iced coffee.

Things I’m most looking forward to in the next 2 weeks:
- My first ever Red Sox game at Fenway!
- Memorial Day with the fam at my aunt’s new house.
- BIRTHDAY. HOLLA.

AND.

That is all.

Happy day, chaps.
~s
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[flashback] barcelona, my love.

I had a dream about Barcelona two nights ago. Well, it was more like a nightmare. Why? Because in my dream I was in Barcelona, but could only visit ONE of my 4 favorite places. My little church (that was right in the neighborhood we lived in), Park Guell (which was my favorite “touristy” spot) the beach near our apartment, or our favorite little cafe.

I woke up in a panic. Because if I were to ever visit Barcelona again, I would surely make a point to visit every single on of these places for an extended amount of time and soak in all of their goodness. They aren’t particularly magnificent places to most people, but they hold a lot of memories for me.

It’s crazy to me just how much I miss this city sometimes.

~*~

This was the view from our apartment. A soccer field, where every night and every Saturday morning there would be soccer games. It was the coolest.

The view from the highest point of Park Guell. A 360 degree view of the entire city. Seriously beautiful.

The boardwalk and beach near our apartment. I’d go there and sketch and doodle and talk to strangers. One time I sat in on a jam session with 4 teens who didn’t speak English at all. Which was fun because I don’t speak Spanish.

El Sortidor. The cafe around the corner form our studio where, I kid you not, we bought croissants and lattes every single morning we had class. The baristas knew our orders by heart.

~*~

For the original posts I posted during my trip to Barca (which happened THREE years ago) click thru to my old blog. =)

~s