In just a few hours, we will be flying over the pond, on our way to Ireland, and then on from there to Italy, Poland, England, and then back to Ireland. I plan on journaling most of the trip, and then blogging with pics for illustrative value.
Jeff is dropping off his suit and my party dress at Chad's as I type, we're both packed, I'm listening to Bob Dylan and filling up my MP3 player, and looking forward to a celebratory drink at the airport. This is Jeff and I's first trip together (if you don't count camping, which I don't) so I'm interested to see how we travel together. I generally stress out until I'm at the airport, and then I just let it go and revel in the fun of traveling. Travel is exhausting, but I've found that I love it like nothing else. I think that travel is one of the most important things you can do for your mind and your soul, although it can be a little rough on the body. Every time I go somewhere new, I feel myself stretching, parts of my brain firing off and things taste different and look different and smell different...and then, in some small way, you are different. Jeff thinks you're only different for a little while, and I say that's because you only feel it for a short time, and then all those experiences just become part of you, so that you forget that they weren't always there.
I hope that I can travel always.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Friday, July 14, 2006
Thai Food Surprise
You know what I love? When you find amazing food where you least expect it.
Jeff and I went to eat at this little Thai food place in downtown Osseo today, specifically Reuan Thai. This is a small, small town. Like, one stoplight small town. One little business strip small. It's cute in that way so many Midwestern small towns are cute...lots of flowers, a little park, a diner, and, oddly enough, a Thai restaurant. We go in, and it's small but clean, a good sign. The smell is rich and authentic, a mixture of grease and spices. There’s a buffet set up at the back, and about three other people in the place. We decided to chance it, and picked a booth. There were plenty of them, considering the fact that it was for all intents and purposes empty.
We grabbed our plates and started to fill them up. I chose the white rice with the chicken curry and vegetables, with a side of a chicken wing for kicks. Jeff tried everything available, which, while not much, was still a decent assortment. We sat down and started to eat.
And much to our amazement, the food was…incredible. Delicious. The chicken curry was spicy and tender and flavorful with a smooth creamy finish. The rice was perfect. The chicken wings were sweet, yielding with a crunch, fried to perfection. Divine. I just cannot say enough about this place. And to find it in downtown Osseo made it an even bigger treat. A true gem in the most unexpected place.
Jeff and I went to eat at this little Thai food place in downtown Osseo today, specifically Reuan Thai. This is a small, small town. Like, one stoplight small town. One little business strip small. It's cute in that way so many Midwestern small towns are cute...lots of flowers, a little park, a diner, and, oddly enough, a Thai restaurant. We go in, and it's small but clean, a good sign. The smell is rich and authentic, a mixture of grease and spices. There’s a buffet set up at the back, and about three other people in the place. We decided to chance it, and picked a booth. There were plenty of them, considering the fact that it was for all intents and purposes empty.
We grabbed our plates and started to fill them up. I chose the white rice with the chicken curry and vegetables, with a side of a chicken wing for kicks. Jeff tried everything available, which, while not much, was still a decent assortment. We sat down and started to eat.
And much to our amazement, the food was…incredible. Delicious. The chicken curry was spicy and tender and flavorful with a smooth creamy finish. The rice was perfect. The chicken wings were sweet, yielding with a crunch, fried to perfection. Divine. I just cannot say enough about this place. And to find it in downtown Osseo made it an even bigger treat. A true gem in the most unexpected place.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Weekend Away
Well, we're off to the cabin today. Admittedly, it is also Jeff's mom and dad's place, but it sounds so much cooler when I just call it the cabin. I am a little horrified by the idea of getting into a swimsuit, but I'm just going to hope for the best and try to stay out of the lense of the camera, if it should happen to appear. I am determined to shake a few pounds before we leave for Europe, although I'll probably gain them right back gorging myself on bread and wine and cheese. Oh well, such is the way of life. I'm looking forward to a weekend of canoeing, boating, and hiking, and then it's home to watch the World Cup on Tivo. I'm not even sure who I'm rooting for, but I'm leaning towards France. It would be ideal to get home in time to watch the game at Brit's or The Local downtown, but if the weather is nice I have a feeling we'll be at the Glendalough State Park instead, or out on the lake. Summer days in Minnesota are too few to squander.
With that being said, I hope that Mikki enjoys her alone time at the house, and isn't too neurotic when we get home. Such a social critter, a day without people and she enters this strange little place in her head where she has been ABANDONED and LEFT FOR GOOD and she MUST EAT EVERY MORSEL OF FOOD and then barf it up on the carpet because obviously THEY ARE NEVER COMING HOME. At least that is what I can deduce from the remains of any time that we leave her alone for more than, oh, about four hours. Which kind of pisses me off, because she's a cat, and one of the bonuses of having a cat is supposed to be that they're not as high maintenance as a dog. Thank god I found her a home for when we're in Europe, I think 16 days with only a cat sitter in the afternoons would be too much for her, and she would surely have some sort of kitty mental meltdown.
With that being said, I hope that Mikki enjoys her alone time at the house, and isn't too neurotic when we get home. Such a social critter, a day without people and she enters this strange little place in her head where she has been ABANDONED and LEFT FOR GOOD and she MUST EAT EVERY MORSEL OF FOOD and then barf it up on the carpet because obviously THEY ARE NEVER COMING HOME. At least that is what I can deduce from the remains of any time that we leave her alone for more than, oh, about four hours. Which kind of pisses me off, because she's a cat, and one of the bonuses of having a cat is supposed to be that they're not as high maintenance as a dog. Thank god I found her a home for when we're in Europe, I think 16 days with only a cat sitter in the afternoons would be too much for her, and she would surely have some sort of kitty mental meltdown.
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