<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587</id><updated>2012-01-22T23:12:27.549-05:00</updated><category term='macro'/><category term='365'/><title type='text'>Junebug B</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>396</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-4933412807930178020</id><published>2011-12-27T15:41:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:18:30.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8GmzvzveXHk/TvtxKJ96O1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/G4JUk1JH80g/s1600/BeetsCauliflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8GmzvzveXHk/TvtxKJ96O1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/G4JUk1JH80g/s400/BeetsCauliflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691266973400972114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that Christmas has come and gone, I can fill you in a little bit on a project that's kept me busy since August.  I've been making preserves from home-grown and farmer's market produce.  I've been making cucumber refrigerator pickles since last summer when my cucumber crop went crazy, and this year I decided to step it up a little bit and move into hot water bath canning.  This makes the food shelf-stable instead of having to keep it in the fridge.  This is helpful since there's only so much room in my fridge and at the end of the summer about half of it was taken up with pickle jars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to what I made, and gave as gifts, this year.  I didn't have the forethought to photograph the process or the finished gift baskets before they were opened, but here's an idea of what my family got for Christmas this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pickled Beets!  This was especially for Jill.  She is the resident beet lover in the family and I thought she would like this new way of having them.  And they're SO pretty!  This photo doesn't even do it justice.  The color of the beets is just outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-talV-EwE5cU/TvtxJ0rahwI/AAAAAAAAAuM/T48qEPV8sKI/s1600/Beets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-talV-EwE5cU/TvtxJ0rahwI/AAAAAAAAAuM/T48qEPV8sKI/s400/Beets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691266967686252290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another brightly-colored concoction was the &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=Sz0qmb3meAAC&amp;amp;pg=PT324&amp;amp;lpg=PT324&amp;amp;dq=put+em+up+curried+cauliflower&amp;amp;source=bl&amp;amp;ots=NhvbxjukL-&amp;amp;sig=rXu77egQJJD_TRvPyJ2G6Hu8Ct4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=d0sBT93pEaLo2QXYi6yeAg&amp;amp;ved=0CDoQ6AEwAw#v=onepage&amp;amp;q&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;Curried Cauliflower&lt;/a&gt;.  I love curry spices with cauliflower and this just appealed to me, and again, the color is outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONKPa2y9oA8/TvtxJvTvkiI/AAAAAAAAAuA/YIiyrmg1uTs/s1600/Cauliflower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONKPa2y9oA8/TvtxJvTvkiI/AAAAAAAAAuA/YIiyrmg1uTs/s400/Cauliflower1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691266966244790818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both the Pickled Beets and the Curried Cauliflower recipes came from a book titled &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Put-Up-Comprehensive-Preserving-Creative/dp/1603425462"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put 'Em Up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My friend Trinity used a few recipes from there and I thought they sounded good, so I looked for the book at my public library and didn't see it.  So I requested for them to purchase it for the collection and lo and behold, they bought it!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0socEaoDCsM/TvtxJjtDvLI/AAAAAAAAAt4/SBzevlhsH9w/s1600/Cauliflower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0socEaoDCsM/TvtxJjtDvLI/AAAAAAAAAt4/SBzevlhsH9w/s400/Cauliflower2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691266963129744562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something that I made just a few days before Christmas was this &lt;a href="http://www.davidlebovitz.com/2009/12/holiday-snack-mix/"&gt;Holiday Snack Mix&lt;/a&gt;.  It's basically just nuts and pretzels with a salty/sweet/spicy glaze, but it's SO good, and super easy to make, if you have the ingredients on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvCuHQmHaAI/TvtwfuZWAdI/AAAAAAAAAts/OkYc2qI2lG0/s1600/00SnackMix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvCuHQmHaAI/TvtwfuZWAdI/AAAAAAAAAts/OkYc2qI2lG0/s400/00SnackMix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691266244445340114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I put it in these cute little jars I picked up at the Crate &amp;amp; Barrel Outlet with snowflakes and snowmen on them.  It made for a nice presentation and even as a stand-alone gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRXi_nsz44g/TvouElic_5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/C79W5THlTbI/s1600/01SnackMix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRXi_nsz44g/TvouElic_5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/C79W5THlTbI/s400/01SnackMix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690911735467016082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another recipe from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put 'Em Up!&lt;/span&gt; was the Corn Salsa.  This is a perfect way to preserve end of summer tomatoes, corn and peppers.  The corn was from the farmer's market, but the tomatoes and peppers were from the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vuwrvv6LGOE/TvouES2BYrI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/9eQH1Vs7MpA/s1600/02CornSalsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vuwrvv6LGOE/TvouES2BYrI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/9eQH1Vs7MpA/s400/02CornSalsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690911730448818866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've already eaten some of this that I saved for myself and I have to say, it's quite tasty!  I also got a review in, the day after Christmas, from my nephew who gave it an enthusiastic thumbs up!  That must mean it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyxDtX75omE/TvouEPC6WTI/AAAAAAAAAtI/6lP9ZEY9eIA/s1600/03CornSalsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyxDtX75omE/TvouEPC6WTI/AAAAAAAAAtI/6lP9ZEY9eIA/s400/03CornSalsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690911729429141810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And some notes on the packaging:  I got all of the fabric from the Crate &amp;amp; Barrel outlet.  They sell remnants of very expensive &lt;a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/the-marimekko-shop/"&gt;Marimekko&lt;/a&gt; fabrics for 99 cents a pound!  These fabrics normally sell for $35 a yard!  And a pound of fabric is more than you might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used colored business card paper from the Paper Source for the tags and the "Handmade By" stamp was also from them.  The twine is good old baker's twine and the jars are mostly Ball jars except for the snowflake ones from Crate &amp;amp; Barrel, which were not suitable for canning.  It was fun to decorate all of the jars, but more time consuming than I imagined!  But I was happy with the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C2m1f-nRwT4/TvouD9f28hI/AAAAAAAAAs4/g9C7G7L9CkI/s1600/04CornSalsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C2m1f-nRwT4/TvouD9f28hI/AAAAAAAAAs4/g9C7G7L9CkI/s400/04CornSalsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690911724718715410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also made Pear Chutney with a lot more than just pears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kGzaUgr8zpQ/TvouDhC4kKI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Uy-Mj4sNu-g/s1600/05PearChutney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kGzaUgr8zpQ/TvouDhC4kKI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Uy-Mj4sNu-g/s400/05PearChutney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690911717080993954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a chunky, tangy, savory, sweet mix that's quite appealing.  This was a bit of a stretch, but I hope the people who got this as gifts find a good use for it.  I would try it with just about anything and see what fits.  It's a unique flavor and could add a little zip to an otherwise boring plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JMiZOCuAPAE/Tvot6dsOMSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2bKpHW1HH_A/s1600/06PearChutney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JMiZOCuAPAE/Tvot6dsOMSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2bKpHW1HH_A/s400/06PearChutney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690911561561813282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With an abundance of pears, I also made Pear Butter.  I had no idea how many pears go into so little Pear Butter.  I got four of these teeny jars from a whole pot full of pears.  It's pretty amazing.  The result is a smooth spread with a concentrated pear flavor (with some other spices included).  It's really nice, but holy cow did it take longer than I thought it would.  I'll have to budget some time if I decide to do this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t2SX0tI9Jr4/Tvot6DAkQHI/AAAAAAAAAsc/U3d6vr3XOUU/s1600/07PearButter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t2SX0tI9Jr4/Tvot6DAkQHI/AAAAAAAAAsc/U3d6vr3XOUU/s400/07PearButter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690911554399387762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2QCWhQLbRIc/Tvot5ug-jvI/AAAAAAAAAsM/9fVpjt2xL34/s1600/08PearButter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2QCWhQLbRIc/Tvot5ug-jvI/AAAAAAAAAsM/9fVpjt2xL34/s400/08PearButter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690911548898184946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tomato crop this year was especially nice.  This was a great way to use up some of the San Marzano tomatoes that I grew in my garden this year.  I had made quite a bit of tomato sauce for the freezer at this point, so I decided to try something different and went with this Bruschetta in a Jar.  It's kind of dangerous to can oily or dairy-based things, at least in hot water bath canning, so this requires a little work to make it great.  You just have to add some olive oil and a little bit of fresh mozzarella to make it just the perfect thing to spread on little toasts or crackers.  I've already gotten a thumbs-up review of this as well.  I'll have to keep it on my list of things to make again next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jKIa7_N0RpA/Tvot5SEioSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6pFbh7s-WYY/s1600/09Bruschetta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jKIa7_N0RpA/Tvot5SEioSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6pFbh7s-WYY/s400/09Bruschetta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690911541262721314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My community garden had an abundance of abandoned late-summer jalapenos, so picked some and pickled them!  I didn't pick a peck of peppers to pickle, but I got enough to make a few jars.  They're great on nachos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZ8rR2F9M8A/Tvot5PCkcvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/0rqHmpbi2D4/s1600/10Peppers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZ8rR2F9M8A/Tvot5PCkcvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/0rqHmpbi2D4/s400/10Peppers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690911540449145586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOLzYTW6En4/TvottyfQZ0I/AAAAAAAAAro/tKpY8gCGS7w/s1600/11Peppers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOLzYTW6En4/TvottyfQZ0I/AAAAAAAAAro/tKpY8gCGS7w/s400/11Peppers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690911343806277442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The peaches!  Oh, the peaches this year were just amazing!  I can't go on enough about how much I loved this year's stone-fruit crop.  Every week they were in season I bought enough to have one almost every day.  At the peak of the season I bought more peaches than I thought I could ever use and yet again discovered that it takes a lot of fruit to make jam.  It also takes the effort of peeling all of them, which I'm still figuring out the best method to use.  But the result was pretty outstanding if I do say so myself.  This jar was one I gave my parents and it was opened on Christmas morning to accompany our breakfast.  I love it with cottage cheese and of course it's great on toast or an english muffin.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H20lWkXKPW0/TvotrTQ5DfI/AAAAAAAAArc/sfJ-V4XlKJE/s1600/12PeachJam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H20lWkXKPW0/TvotrTQ5DfI/AAAAAAAAArc/sfJ-V4XlKJE/s400/12PeachJam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690911301064789490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, the week of Christmas, I made a couple batches of Molasses cookies.  These made it into each gift basket and I also filled another of the snowman jars with them to give to my 94 year old grammy, who has a huge sweet tooth.  She approved whole-heartedly and kept complimenting my cookie-making skills, which I know are far inferior to some people I know.  But I'm glad she liked them.  She had already taken the jar home by the time I got around to taking photos, but this was the fabric and tag that went on the jar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vjh4KGCnUjs/Tvotq3otnMI/AAAAAAAAArQ/f2QQj9hLb_A/s1600/13Cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vjh4KGCnUjs/Tvotq3otnMI/AAAAAAAAArQ/f2QQj9hLb_A/s400/13Cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690911293648510146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the elements that were included in the basket I gave my parents, all lined up in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FTE6aT7DhFk/Tvotq7PQpCI/AAAAAAAAArA/odpv_6aRuL0/s1600/14Basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FTE6aT7DhFk/Tvotq7PQpCI/AAAAAAAAArA/odpv_6aRuL0/s400/14Basket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690911294615495714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here it is in the basket.  I also got the baskets at the Crate &amp;amp; Barrel Outlet and to finish wrapping it up, I got a roll of clear cello and put the bow on top.  I was really happy with the end result and I think everyone was happy with their Christmas gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zEAHodCJv9w/Tvotqkq-bmI/AAAAAAAAAq4/KgGQxQCtSVQ/s1600/15Basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zEAHodCJv9w/Tvotqkq-bmI/AAAAAAAAAq4/KgGQxQCtSVQ/s400/15Basket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690911288557727330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to anyone who thinks that homemade gifts are the easy, cheap way to go, I have to heartily disagree!  I put way more effort, time and energy into these gifts than I would have if I had gone out and purchased something.  But the end result is totally worth it!  Already looking forward to trying new things next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-4933412807930178020?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/4933412807930178020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=4933412807930178020' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4933412807930178020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4933412807930178020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/12/homemade-gifts.html' title='Homemade Gifts'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8GmzvzveXHk/TvtxKJ96O1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/G4JUk1JH80g/s72-c/BeetsCauliflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-869317525813369021</id><published>2011-12-09T08:34:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:58:49.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prairie Home in NYC and the Phaal of Fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xzj4qWKoF6w/TuIX9-aUslI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Xi9M2605GuQ/s1600/01Celcius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xzj4qWKoF6w/TuIX9-aUslI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Xi9M2605GuQ/s400/01Celcius.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684132033187852882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mac and I headed into NYC for a fun-filled day on December 3rd.  The main purpose for going was to attend a taping of A Prairie Home Companion, which was a late birthday/early Christmas gift for Mac.  But before going to the show, we squeezed in a few hours of metropolitan fun.  Our first stop was Celsius at Bryant Park.  It's a restaurant that overlooks the ice skating rink and it was a great place to grab lunch.  And after eating we wandered around the Christmas market for a bit.  There's always something interesting going on in Bryant Park.  The above photo was taken while the ice was being Zambonied, that's why no one's skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking around to the front of the library building we came across this wonderful little view of the Chrysler Building with the moon right above it.  It's funny, it was one of those things where you see someone taking a photo, so you look up and then think "That is a good photo" so you lift your camera and before you know it everyone is stopped on the street taking a peek at this scene.   Sometimes it's hard to look up when you're in the city, you don't want to trip or step in something, but I'm glad we got to see this little moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6I15TIcVZ6I/TuIX6XvvU0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/HFAb6j7wPzE/s1600/02ChryslerBldg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6I15TIcVZ6I/TuIX6XvvU0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/HFAb6j7wPzE/s400/02ChryslerBldg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684131971269088066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got to the front of the Public Library there was a cute little group of kids caroling.  I really do love Christmastime in NYC.  We also enjoyed the "Best Of" exhibit in the library.  It was like a greatest hits show of their treasures to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--fuwYU16nGI/TuIX6Mq4EfI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/iF8OPODDBJw/s1600/03NYPL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--fuwYU16nGI/TuIX6Mq4EfI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/iF8OPODDBJw/s400/03NYPL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684131968295899634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also stopped in at The Princeton Club of NYC.  We happened to be walking past it and just popped in to see what it was all about.  And it's all about flaunting your Princeton pedigree.  Super posh, members-only, etc, etc...  But it was a trip to go in and see it, especially when they gave Mac info about becoming a member.  We read it on the train ride home, mostly in disbelief that such a place exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also stopped at the International Center of Photography, which is conveniently right around the corner from the theatre where Prairie Home was happening.  We stopped in for some art and a snack.  It was a perfect little break before the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on to Prairie Home!  We had very good seats and thoroughly enjoyed the show with musical guests Nellie McKay and Heather Masse.  And of course, Garrison Keillor is just such a great storyteller.  It was a great way to spend the afternoon and a perfect excuse to go into the city.  Here's the outside of Town Hall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgV_hR9a4MA/TuIX5AKkhfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/xjMZ3m4C4mI/s1600/04TownHall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgV_hR9a4MA/TuIX5AKkhfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/xjMZ3m4C4mI/s400/04TownHall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684131947759306226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a shot I snuck in at the end of the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVYOfecdx_s/TuIX4GJPa6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/za-czy0Bsqw/s1600/05PHSonstage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVYOfecdx_s/TuIX4GJPa6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/za-czy0Bsqw/s400/05PHSonstage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684131932184472482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Mac and I outside the theatre after the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t0EBM40Pe8U/TuIX3Sdlo6I/AAAAAAAAAps/CIuOmiI0HR8/s1600/06PHC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t0EBM40Pe8U/TuIX3Sdlo6I/AAAAAAAAAps/CIuOmiI0HR8/s400/06PHC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684131918311170978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our second mission (or at least Mac's mission) was to go to Brick Lane Curry House to eat what is supposedly the hottest curry in NYC.  Read the description below to get an idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1MeH-jd0sxM/TuIXrtWCqRI/AAAAAAAAApc/lh-RISbknOw/s1600/07Phaal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1MeH-jd0sxM/TuIXrtWCqRI/AAAAAAAAApc/lh-RISbknOw/s400/07Phaal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684131719368845586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mac has been excited about trying this since he saw it featured on Man v. Food on the Travel Channel.  I was more nervous about this than he was.  When I asked if he was ready for this he said, "I was born ready."  Here he is trying the first bite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WRu9Din1KVs/TuIXq7dqrQI/AAAAAAAAApQ/m87wLsrb_Qk/s1600/08FirstBite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WRu9Din1KVs/TuIXq7dqrQI/AAAAAAAAApQ/m87wLsrb_Qk/s400/08FirstBite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684131705979055362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's the last bite.  He polished it off in about 10 minutes.  No Naan.  No Water.  No Rice.  Just straight up hot, hot curry.  I was thoroughly impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5JaOAf28UM/TuIXqOzzBiI/AAAAAAAAApE/x0nWLfPzx88/s1600/09LastBite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5JaOAf28UM/TuIXqOzzBiI/AAAAAAAAApE/x0nWLfPzx88/s400/09LastBite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684131693992281634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here he is, proud of his clean plate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bowfzj8Dh4Q/TuIXo0PNNbI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4JZqrFCO0T0/s1600/10Done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bowfzj8Dh4Q/TuIXo0PNNbI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4JZqrFCO0T0/s400/10Done.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684131669679617458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is his expression after the waitstaff congratulated him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e3a_K4usVwE/TuIXofZ6dOI/AAAAAAAAAos/VPaHAW2I5gw/s1600/11PhaalSmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e3a_K4usVwE/TuIXofZ6dOI/AAAAAAAAAos/VPaHAW2I5gw/s400/11PhaalSmile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684131664087381218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JRQsc11UDCQ/TuIXS0tdUkI/AAAAAAAAAoY/oVOVFPhCAMk/s1600/12Empty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JRQsc11UDCQ/TuIXS0tdUkI/AAAAAAAAAoY/oVOVFPhCAMk/s400/12Empty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684131291849380418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And our server presenting him with the official "Phaal of Curry" certificate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvpY7KljOoE/TuIXSI2Y3JI/AAAAAAAAAoM/RC98TWUrqiw/s1600/13Congrats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvpY7KljOoE/TuIXSI2Y3JI/AAAAAAAAAoM/RC98TWUrqiw/s400/13Congrats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684131280075676818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He's a Phaal Curry Monster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z47zq-8_mA0/TuIXRzIQumI/AAAAAAAAAoA/tZMFMel2lzE/s1600/14Certificate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z47zq-8_mA0/TuIXRzIQumI/AAAAAAAAAoA/tZMFMel2lzE/s400/14Certificate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684131274245061218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After dinner we walked back to Penn Station via Rockefeller Center and all the craziness of seeing the big Christmas tree.  It was too crowded to go inside, but we walked down the block and got a couple photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49L6q7txsK0/TuIXRSTnVkI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yfjVDMLf5cA/s1600/15RockTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49L6q7txsK0/TuIXRSTnVkI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yfjVDMLf5cA/s400/15RockTree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684131265434310210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also walked through Times Square just for fun.  It's always an experience to see all the lights and hubbub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49L6q7txsK0/TuIXRSTnVkI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yfjVDMLf5cA/s1600/15RockTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GPBgGTeDfYw/TuIXQxWRt2I/AAAAAAAAAno/rjrTzwQxoxM/s400/16TimesSquare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684131256587106146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a very full day, we got back on NJ Transit and headed home.  It was a great way to usher in the craziness of the holiday season and something fun to do together.  For as close as we are to NYC, we don't find ourselves going there very often, but when we do get up there we always try to make the most of the (kind of expensive) train tickets and cram in as much fun as we can.  I think we were successful in this, yet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-869317525813369021?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/869317525813369021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=869317525813369021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/869317525813369021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/869317525813369021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/12/prairie-home-in-nyc-and-phaal-of-fame.html' title='Prairie Home in NYC and the Phaal of Fame'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xzj4qWKoF6w/TuIX9-aUslI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Xi9M2605GuQ/s72-c/01Celcius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-4272932921581623236</id><published>2011-11-23T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:51:37.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Trot 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3scpXwwdl-4/Ts0LBpY2uEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vexvk_Rhkrw/s1600/TigerTrot2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3scpXwwdl-4/Ts0LBpY2uEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vexvk_Rhkrw/s400/TigerTrot2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678206828101941314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year I convinced my co-workers to join Mac and I for a 5K being held on campus.  It was a pretty easy sell: the "entry fee" was a canned good, it was on a Friday afternoon and the starting line was about 100 yards from the front door of the library.  We all did well, even though it was a bit of a chilly day and the route definitely had some hills on it.  I ran my best 5K time yet, and all of us finished without heaving too hard.  It was great to get everyone out of the building and doing something fun together.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because we had 6 people on our team, we were awarded "Intramural Champion" t-shirts because we had the biggest departmental team at the race.  So for one canned good we got two t-shirts and an afternoon to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mac ran this race as well, but he was running for Wilson College where he's a Residential Graduate Student, so he didn't count as part of our team.  He finished faster than me and actually ran back to meet me for the end of the race and cheered me on to the finish line.  It was fun to cross together even though he had already finished.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great day and for a good cause.  All of the food went to support a local food bank in time for Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-4272932921581623236?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/4272932921581623236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=4272932921581623236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4272932921581623236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4272932921581623236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/11/tiger-trot-2011.html' title='Tiger Trot 2011'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3scpXwwdl-4/Ts0LBpY2uEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vexvk_Rhkrw/s72-c/TigerTrot2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-8564584634362409872</id><published>2011-10-31T10:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:53:32.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carving 2011 - in the dark!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YepAVYmId2I/Tq6yFZ1HqtI/AAAAAAAAAks/D5ocSMIlYDs/s1600/Pumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YepAVYmId2I/Tq6yFZ1HqtI/AAAAAAAAAks/D5ocSMIlYDs/s400/Pumpkins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669664786808810194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right as I was leaving my parent's house on Sunday afternoon, Mac called to let me know that the power was out in my apartment.  That was around 3pm, and people were showing up to carve pumpkins around 5pm.  So, I headed back to Princeton and sure enough, when I got to my apartment there was still no power.  In fact the power stayed out through the entire party, but we still had a great time carving pumpkins, and got some wonderful results!  Here's me, Mac, Kim, Nicole, Tyler and Kim after carving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8s-5irvdLw/Tq6yFCq_K1I/AAAAAAAAAkY/eLNd1ESmbQw/s1600/People.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8s-5irvdLw/Tq6yFCq_K1I/AAAAAAAAAkY/eLNd1ESmbQw/s400/People.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669664780592294738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the really long exposure that's needed for the dark conditions, I had the camera on a tripod and someone took this ghostly photo while everyone was getting ready to go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEyDkSV-SOY/Tq6yE1FMdII/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Q3qcIyZOR8k/s1600/Ghosty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEyDkSV-SOY/Tq6yE1FMdII/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Q3qcIyZOR8k/s400/Ghosty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669664776944120962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The original plan was to have dinner at my house, but we ended up going out to get sushi instead.  This was certainly a memorable way to celebrate my 12th annual pumpkin carving party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-8564584634362409872?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/8564584634362409872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=8564584634362409872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/8564584634362409872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/8564584634362409872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-carving-2011-in-dark.html' title='Pumpkin Carving 2011 - in the dark!'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YepAVYmId2I/Tq6yFZ1HqtI/AAAAAAAAAks/D5ocSMIlYDs/s72-c/Pumpkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-5505384435757175439</id><published>2011-10-31T09:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:46:07.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of October Family Birthday Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfrOz4PaaQM/Tq61C38pj8I/AAAAAAAAAl8/sqqjCEFLx7U/s1600/CandleLighting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfrOz4PaaQM/Tq61C38pj8I/AAAAAAAAAl8/sqqjCEFLx7U/s400/CandleLighting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669668041888731074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday, after the snow, everyone came down to Mom and Dad's house to wish Dad and Dan Happy Birthdays.  It was a fun excuse to get everyone in one place, which the kids especially love.  We had a little cake and ice cream and sang Happy Birthday, and John played along on his saxophone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xHHAMF4Mu1U/Tq60SHx-u4I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2Tn3HLPv_vg/s1600/JohnSax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xHHAMF4Mu1U/Tq60SHx-u4I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2Tn3HLPv_vg/s400/JohnSax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669667204325358466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And did a really great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJbhcptKAnY/Tq60R1eDWwI/AAAAAAAAAlY/WZu7CxtsdQU/s1600/JohnSaxSmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJbhcptKAnY/Tq60R1eDWwI/AAAAAAAAAlY/WZu7CxtsdQU/s400/JohnSaxSmile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669667199409937154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are Dad and Dan blowing out their candles. Unfortunately, Mac wasn't able to make it, otherwise he would have joined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HeVLBzVZvU/Tq60RDYQmxI/AAAAAAAAAlM/qCIf61pagzw/s1600/CandleBlow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HeVLBzVZvU/Tq60RDYQmxI/AAAAAAAAAlM/qCIf61pagzw/s400/CandleBlow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669667185963866898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year, I got Dad a headlamp.  The idea came to me after they were without power during Hurricane Irene and I told them how much Mac and I liked having headlamps in a power outage and Mom thought it was a good idea.  So here's Dad and I with his headlamp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCAPZbmn2WU/Tq60Q0Zn49I/AAAAAAAAAk8/hgPiumETA1k/s1600/DadHeadlamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCAPZbmn2WU/Tq60Q0Zn49I/AAAAAAAAAk8/hgPiumETA1k/s400/DadHeadlamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669667181943055314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope it comes in handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the day before Halloween, so I had to bring treats for the boys.  Here they all are with me and their goody bags.  I promise, they're all in there somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bvmtQhopY3Q/Tq60Qv9IMxI/AAAAAAAAAk0/47lSQEfRa5w/s1600/AuntBeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bvmtQhopY3Q/Tq60Qv9IMxI/AAAAAAAAAk0/47lSQEfRa5w/s400/AuntBeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669667180749796114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone else stuck around for dinner, but I had to leave in the afternoon to get back up to Princeton to host my Pumpkin Carving Party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-5505384435757175439?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/5505384435757175439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=5505384435757175439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/5505384435757175439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/5505384435757175439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/10/end-of-october-family-birthday-fun.html' title='End of October Family Birthday Fun'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfrOz4PaaQM/Tq61C38pj8I/AAAAAAAAAl8/sqqjCEFLx7U/s72-c/CandleLighting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-7621858655363209997</id><published>2011-10-29T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:38:18.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCPmMBW22Pg/Tq618uHkO7I/AAAAAAAAAmg/aHWXrzG8dvY/s1600/WitherspoonSt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCPmMBW22Pg/Tq618uHkO7I/AAAAAAAAAmg/aHWXrzG8dvY/s400/WitherspoonSt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669669035682577330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, the day that we have a big family birthday gathering planned, it decides to snow!  This was a freakishly early October snowstorm on Saturday the 29th.  Princeton got about 5 inches of the white stuff, but the biggest problem was that many of the trees had not yet lost all of their leaves, so this heavy wet snow stuck to the leaves, weighed down the branches and snapped limbs on many trees in town.  In the photo above you can already see that there isn't too much snow, but limbs from the huge pear trees on Witherspoon had already snapped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little tree outside my apartment building didn't fair so well either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxhVYnmu92Y/Tq618Vw0TNI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/6Kxk13iReEw/s1600/Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxhVYnmu92Y/Tq618Vw0TNI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/6Kxk13iReEw/s400/Tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669669029144710354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In order to save the trees in the courtyard of my building, Mac and I went out and shook the snow off the branches a couple times and watched them spring back up once the weight of the snow was off of them.  Here's another view of Spring St. with some of the damaged trees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7QTsGJETYY/Tq618EEM2ZI/AAAAAAAAAmI/qqMnnLhT61E/s1600/SpringStreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7QTsGJETYY/Tq618EEM2ZI/AAAAAAAAAmI/qqMnnLhT61E/s400/SpringStreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669669024394172818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thankfully the next day was much nicer and most of the snow on the roads had melted.  We were able to reschedule the family birthday fun AND I got to squeeze in my pumpkin carving, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-7621858655363209997?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/7621858655363209997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=7621858655363209997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/7621858655363209997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/7621858655363209997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-snow.html' title='October Snow!'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCPmMBW22Pg/Tq618uHkO7I/AAAAAAAAAmg/aHWXrzG8dvY/s72-c/WitherspoonSt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-2539744404552585608</id><published>2011-10-24T10:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:30:25.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac's Birthday weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mac's birthday is October 25th, but this year he had to be at a conference that day, so we celebrated the weekend before.  It was another beautiful fall weekend in NJ, so we took advantage and did some outdoor things along with some fun indoor things, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of the weekend was going to the Howell Living History Farm during their "pick your own popcorn" event.  On our way out to the popcorn field, we came across this lovely scene of one of the farmers using a team of horses to plow a field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HM0QLd4MbWw/Tq6xWBuNxJI/AAAAAAAAAj8/SMfbkgoeTTo/s1600/HowellHorsePlow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HM0QLd4MbWw/Tq6xWBuNxJI/AAAAAAAAAj8/SMfbkgoeTTo/s400/HowellHorsePlow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669663972883547282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we got to the field with the popcorn, we were pretty much given free rein to go through and pick any ears that we thought looked good.  Mac and I found a good trove in the middle of the field.  Mac didn't seem to have any problem getting his ears off the plant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HM0QLd4MbWw/Tq6xWBuNxJI/AAAAAAAAAj8/SMfbkgoeTTo/s1600/HowellHorsePlow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZadQ7ECMLsk/Tq6xb1Mn_jI/AAAAAAAAAkE/YTvIiC7__TY/s400/CornMac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669664072600649266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I, on the other hand had a little more of a struggle.  Here's me posing for a photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b41emj4iyys/Tq6xV9DapLI/AAAAAAAAAjs/HGliw5QPhM8/s1600/CornBeth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b41emj4iyys/Tq6xV9DapLI/AAAAAAAAAjs/HGliw5QPhM8/s400/CornBeth1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669663971630294194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's me after having to yank so hard on the ear that my sunglasses fell off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgVf-FTksUg/Tq6xQzluVXI/AAAAAAAAAjc/KpY5YG7XTXY/s1600/CornBeth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgVf-FTksUg/Tq6xQzluVXI/AAAAAAAAAjc/KpY5YG7XTXY/s400/CornBeth2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669663883190490482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's me laughing about the whole scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lMi79KB9cho/Tq6xQY8SPpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QR7mnWwS0pU/s1600/CornBeth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lMi79KB9cho/Tq6xQY8SPpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QR7mnWwS0pU/s400/CornBeth3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669663876037361298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here I am, finally victorious with my sunglasses in the right place and a big ear of popcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-fmCioaRNY/Tq6xQGZ0z0I/AAAAAAAAAjI/FYS-T0iyNFs/s1600/CornBeth4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-fmCioaRNY/Tq6xQGZ0z0I/AAAAAAAAAjI/FYS-T0iyNFs/s400/CornBeth4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669663871060987714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also got to see a demonstration of how to pop popcorn over an open fire (you need a popper to put it in), and learned about how popcorn is a specific type of corn that can't be eaten like a sweet corn because the hulls on each kernel are so hard.  They said even the deer don't like to eat the popcorn growing in the field.  But it's this extra hard hull that traps the steam inside and makes popcorn pop.  On the flipside, you can't just dry out any ear of corn and try to pop it.  It will basically just steam and never actually pop.  We also walked around the rest of the farm and picked up a nice big pumpkin before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night we went to a student production of MacBeth on campus and Sunday morning we saved what we could of this half-moldy pumpkin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FxroIoG6Idk/Tq6xPkx1XRI/AAAAAAAAAi8/-4XlbsDtc1M/s1600/MacPumpkinCarve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FxroIoG6Idk/Tq6xPkx1XRI/AAAAAAAAAi8/-4XlbsDtc1M/s400/MacPumpkinCarve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669663862034881810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a pumpkin that Mac had brought back from Maryland at the beginning of October and a teeny little spot on the back blossomed into quite a large moldy area, so we did a little surgery and cut off the entire back half of the pumpkin to end up with this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UumGtWoBoWA/Tq6xPoXN7eI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_-lcw32BoPM/s1600/MacPumpkinMask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UumGtWoBoWA/Tq6xPoXN7eI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_-lcw32BoPM/s400/MacPumpkinMask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669663862996987362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was quite a project, but I'm glad we saved what we could.  Mac really wanted to dry it out in the oven to make it more of a shriveled pumpkin mask, so he took it from there.  You can see the results of his efforts in the photos from the Pumpkin Carving Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Sunday we went to a curator-led tour of an exhibit of Hogarth prints that's up at Firestone Library and after that we had a wonderful dinner at a local Indian restaurant.  It turned out to be a wonderful, cultural, indoor, outdoor adventure of a weekend.  I'm bummed I couldn't celebrate Mac's birthday with him on his actual birthday, but I think we did a pretty good job of making him feel special before he left for his conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-2539744404552585608?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/2539744404552585608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=2539744404552585608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/2539744404552585608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/2539744404552585608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/10/macs-birthday-weekend.html' title='Mac&apos;s Birthday weekend'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HM0QLd4MbWw/Tq6xWBuNxJI/AAAAAAAAAj8/SMfbkgoeTTo/s72-c/HowellHorsePlow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-1336347063942868735</id><published>2011-10-17T10:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T09:30:14.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Camping in the Pine Barrens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwJ_XG76238/Tq6vm4u_oiI/AAAAAAAAAik/loUb7Q2lBkg/s1600/campingOct11.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwJ_XG76238/Tq6vm4u_oiI/AAAAAAAAAik/loUb7Q2lBkg/s400/campingOct11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669662063505416738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Friday Mac and I packed up the car with firewood and camping gear and headed to &lt;a href="http://www.state.nj.us/dep/parksandforests/parks/byrne.html"&gt;Brendan T. Byrne State Forest&lt;/a&gt; in the Pine Barrens for an overnight camping trip with Mac's friends Jen and Rich.  It was kind of a dreary day, and we hit some sprinkles on the way out of town, but by the time we got to our campsite it had stopped raining and because the ground there is so sandy, it was relatively dry at our site.  We got there before Rich and Jen and set up our tent and got the campfire going before they had even arrived.  It was a beautiful starry night and so enjoyable to sit around the campfire.  Jen and Rich made a great gumbo for dinner, some with veggie sausage for me and then we had s'mores around the campfire.  It was a lovely evening.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning we made breakfast at our site, enjoyed another campfire, and then packed up our stuff and headed to one of the parking lots where we could pick up a trail and do some hiking.  We took about a 6 mile hike, the first half was on an ADA accessible trail, which meant wide, clear paths.  The second half was on part of a much longer and much more rustic trail that lead us a little deeper into the woods and felt a little more like hiking.  It was a beautiful day to be out and about.  After our hike we ended up having a picnic lunch by the lake in the photo above.  It was a quick overnight trip, but lots of fun to catch up with Rich and Jen and a great excuse to get some fresh air.  Looking forward to doing it again sometime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-1336347063942868735?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/1336347063942868735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=1336347063942868735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/1336347063942868735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/1336347063942868735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-camping-in-pine-barrens.html' title='Fall Camping in the Pine Barrens'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwJ_XG76238/Tq6vm4u_oiI/AAAAAAAAAik/loUb7Q2lBkg/s72-c/campingOct11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-9096899491455224674</id><published>2011-10-12T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T09:43:52.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildflower Walk at Bowman's Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkmZJ9ggUsA/Tq6vWSw4LEI/AAAAAAAAAiY/fwXVMu1bbQ0/s1600/Bridge.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkmZJ9ggUsA/Tq6vWSw4LEI/AAAAAAAAAiY/fwXVMu1bbQ0/s400/Bridge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669661778434862146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Tuesday, Oct. 11th, my friend Karen and I played hookey for the afternoon to get a guided tour of the &lt;a href="http://www.bhwp.org/"&gt;Bowman's Hill Wildflower Preserve&lt;/a&gt;.  It was a bit of an overcast day, but it was still fun to be out and about in a beautiful natural setting.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_Isl0HwWrI/Tq6vS-0eB5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/nxUIES2u7IM/s1600/Berries.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_Isl0HwWrI/Tq6vS-0eB5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/nxUIES2u7IM/s400/Berries.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669661721541609362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While it's not exactly prime blooming time for most wildflowers, we did get to see some pretty things along the way.  And these asters were happily in bloom for us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zFpbwuRLz0U/Tq6vSVkBqGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/W738OMjFZU8/s1600/Flowers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zFpbwuRLz0U/Tq6vSVkBqGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/W738OMjFZU8/s400/Flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669661710466787426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karen, with her eagle eyes, also spotted this little snail on a twig, which was cool:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pwmSIOuvB4/Tq6vR3q6_bI/AAAAAAAAAh0/NTGt-gmQILY/s1600/Snail.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pwmSIOuvB4/Tq6vR3q6_bI/AAAAAAAAAh0/NTGt-gmQILY/s400/Snail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669661702442646962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And who knew that these prickly pear cacti are actually native to NJ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jT8uhD7ULbk/Tq6vRl6cs5I/AAAAAAAAAho/q2Dcx-q2Ulw/s1600/Cacti.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jT8uhD7ULbk/Tq6vRl6cs5I/AAAAAAAAAho/q2Dcx-q2Ulw/s400/Cacti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669661697675932562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the two other women on the walk and our docent walking ahead of us.  It's really a beautiful place and I look forward to going back in the spring when more flowers are in bloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Iph6P05vdI/Tq6vRRPfiVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/NOnu_qQ7kiY/s1600/Path.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Iph6P05vdI/Tq6vRRPfiVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/NOnu_qQ7kiY/s400/Path.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669661692127054162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-9096899491455224674?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/9096899491455224674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=9096899491455224674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/9096899491455224674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/9096899491455224674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/10/wildflower-walk-at-bowmans-hill.html' title='Wildflower Walk at Bowman&apos;s Hill'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkmZJ9ggUsA/Tq6vWSw4LEI/AAAAAAAAAiY/fwXVMu1bbQ0/s72-c/Bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-6649318048682878804</id><published>2011-10-02T10:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T08:14:41.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheaton Arts Craft Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECn7Bep0Ld8/Tq6teXgYS9I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/qaEU73KbmzU/s1600/GlassPumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECn7Bep0Ld8/Tq6teXgYS9I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/qaEU73KbmzU/s400/GlassPumpkins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669659718123539410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday, Oct. 1, my mom, sister-in-law Mo and her mom all went down to Wheaton Village to see their annual juried craft fair and glass pumpkin patch.  Wheaton Village has been a glass-blowing capital for centuries and most recently houses a restored historical village, a glass museum, folklife center and artist studios.  Every fall they have a craft fair and the highlight is their glass pumpkin patch.  Hundreds of pumpkins are on display and for sale in all shapes and sizes and colors.  It was really fun to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also cool to see the glass blowing demo from the father/son team:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwOEHzh6-J0/Tq6td5QkbsI/AAAAAAAAAhE/MhBosTxvRB4/s1600/GlassBlower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwOEHzh6-J0/Tq6td5QkbsI/AAAAAAAAAhE/MhBosTxvRB4/s400/GlassBlower1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669659710004162242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dad has been doing it for decades and is now apprenticing his son to take over at some point.  It's an impressing skill, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8k3PHAvYVec/Tq6tdgVFqpI/AAAAAAAAAg4/mUf07L92jxI/s1600/GlassBlower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8k3PHAvYVec/Tq6tdgVFqpI/AAAAAAAAAg4/mUf07L92jxI/s400/GlassBlower2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669659703312231058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a beautiful day to be out and about and enjoy the sunshine, some beautiful crafts and good company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-6649318048682878804?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/6649318048682878804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=6649318048682878804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/6649318048682878804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/6649318048682878804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/10/wheaton-arts-craft-fair.html' title='Wheaton Arts Craft Fair'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECn7Bep0Ld8/Tq6teXgYS9I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/qaEU73KbmzU/s72-c/GlassPumpkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-752182830632049509</id><published>2011-09-29T09:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T08:04:58.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip, Part 4: Heading Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0DQxqYp6fs/Tq6syn5ZqwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZPhUuG8k3to/s1600/Part4001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0DQxqYp6fs/Tq6syn5ZqwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZPhUuG8k3to/s400/Part4001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669658966609210114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mac and I drove out of Chicago early on Saturday morning, Sept. 24th.  We had two days of driving ahead of us before we made it back to Princeton, but we still had folks to see along the way.  Our first stop was in Lansing, MI to see Mac's friends Joanna and Mark and their baby Edward.  We stopped by their house in Lansing first and then we followed them over to East Lansing to get lunch at this great Thai place.  Along the way we saw M.A.C Ave. and when we asked Mark and Joanna about it, they said that Michigan State used to be Michigan Agricultural College and that the name of the road never changed.  We also realized once we got into East Lansing that there was a home football game for Michigan State, so we got to see a lot of tailgaters and Michigan State pride since they had already won the game.  There were lots of people in town, but we still got a seat at the restaurant and enjoyed catching up.  After lunch we took a little stroll around campus and got to see some of the sights.  After spending a few hours there, Mac and I got back in the car and headed toward Cleveland to stay with his Aunt Chris and Uncle Nick who live just East of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in after dinner time, but still enjoyed some amazing baklava that Mac's aunt had made.  It was fun to get to know some more of Mac's family.  After a long day of driving we went to bed fairly early and then the next morning we were treated to an amazing breakfast spread.  Aunt Chris sure knows how to cook!  Then we spent some time talking about gardens and getting a tour of their thriving backyard vegetable and herb garden before packing up and getting back on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove a little south and picked up I-80 all the way across Pennsylvania.  It was a trip neither Mac nor I had been on before, so it was a little bit of an adventure, and we got to see the start of some fall color in the mountains:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xi1bjguyTpQ/Tq6syatI9TI/AAAAAAAAAgg/JgYsbBHqJsQ/s1600/Part4002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xi1bjguyTpQ/Tq6syatI9TI/AAAAAAAAAgg/JgYsbBHqJsQ/s400/Part4002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669658963068122418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also drove past an amusing exit in the middle of nowhere PA for a town called Jersey Shore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmeGEk0p60M/Tq6syEDSU2I/AAAAAAAAAgU/I8oLJtNVHzg/s1600/Part4003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmeGEk0p60M/Tq6syEDSU2I/AAAAAAAAAgU/I8oLJtNVHzg/s400/Part4003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669658956986995554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the trip involved a detour through Jim Thorpe, PA and then a fairly direct path home.  We were both pretty exhausted from over a week on the road, but it was all worth it for such a fun trip!  Now the only question is where will we go on our next trip?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-752182830632049509?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/752182830632049509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=752182830632049509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/752182830632049509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/752182830632049509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/09/road-trip-part-4-heading-home.html' title='Road Trip, Part 4: Heading Home'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0DQxqYp6fs/Tq6syn5ZqwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZPhUuG8k3to/s72-c/Part4001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-6786571787873491192</id><published>2011-09-28T16:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:38:39.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip, Part 3: Chicago, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a1in75h9omY/TqsXVnXOFzI/AAAAAAAAAgI/QYFApqTYsvg/s1600/Part3001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a1in75h9omY/TqsXVnXOFzI/AAAAAAAAAgI/QYFApqTYsvg/s400/Part3001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668650216086968114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday, Mac and I took the Green Line to the &lt;a href="http://www.garfield-conservatory.org/"&gt;Garfield Park Conservatory&lt;/a&gt;.  It was a bit of a cloudy day, but it only sprinkled on us a little bit while we were walking to the train.  The Garfield Park Conservatory is one of my favorite places in Chicago (there are so many favorites!) and I was sad to hear that earlier in the summer they had suffered considerable damage due to a hail storm.  Parts of the glass houses were still open, but many areas were closed with ongoing repairs.  It was a little sad that Mac couldn't see all that the conservatory has to offer, but I was glad to go and show my support while they're still recovering.  And the parts that were open were still beautiful as always!  I just love this little pineapple:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj-zXOWqXXQ/TqsXVACdCOI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pVfZWfQ45eQ/s1600/Part3002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj-zXOWqXXQ/TqsXVACdCOI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pVfZWfQ45eQ/s400/Part3002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668650205530884322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the outside parts of the Conservatory were open as well, including the labyrinth, which is one of my favorites to walk, and the beautiful lily pond:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yPenJjW-MOc/TqsXVAKnHEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/C6Hij0bQbxQ/s1600/Part3003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yPenJjW-MOc/TqsXVAKnHEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/C6Hij0bQbxQ/s400/Part3003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668650205565099074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We enjoyed walking around the meadow and chasing grasshoppers off of the path and following this beautiful butterfly:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02hrx82Es58/TqsXM-DqdhI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2MAs2d2pX3M/s1600/Part3004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02hrx82Es58/TqsXM-DqdhI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2MAs2d2pX3M/s400/Part3004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668650067560134162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You see some of the damaged windows in the background here.  All of the darker spots are holes in the glass roofs of the nursery greenhouses:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oSjf149BeEQ/TqsXMuFoIeI/AAAAAAAAAfY/pgObmbWP5jw/s1600/Part3005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oSjf149BeEQ/TqsXMuFoIeI/AAAAAAAAAfY/pgObmbWP5jw/s400/Part3005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668650063273402850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is one part of the conservatory where all of the glass has been removed and it's now ready for replacement glass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Br_OL6hRdrA/TqsXL7KdnvI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/DG3hRckwwD0/s1600/Part3006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Br_OL6hRdrA/TqsXL7KdnvI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/DG3hRckwwD0/s400/Part3006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668650049603477234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the Conservatory we headed downtown for a quick trip to Millennium Park.  And when you're there you have to take a few photos at the Bean (officially titled Cloudgate by Anish Kapoor):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hQJQNyQcMjA/TqsXLW1Z99I/AAAAAAAAAfA/w_5hPzTIAaA/s1600/Part3007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hQJQNyQcMjA/TqsXLW1Z99I/AAAAAAAAAfA/w_5hPzTIAaA/s400/Part3007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668650039851481042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mac wanted to make sure his moustache was looking good:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-trD1KLqYL0Q/TqsXLHn7CdI/AAAAAAAAAe0/CevKguLr31A/s1600/Part3008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-trD1KLqYL0Q/TqsXLHn7CdI/AAAAAAAAAe0/CevKguLr31A/s400/Part3008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668650035768396242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's one happy handlebar moustache!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IemKm_-I_B8/TqsW80aOzRI/AAAAAAAAAek/LvR_PAjH7tk/s1600/Part3009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IemKm_-I_B8/TqsW80aOzRI/AAAAAAAAAek/LvR_PAjH7tk/s400/Part3009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668649790092528914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you find us here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fOxtSTIP6Y/TqsW8YxjqvI/AAAAAAAAAec/KotPtsNvL18/s1600/Part3010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fOxtSTIP6Y/TqsW8YxjqvI/AAAAAAAAAec/KotPtsNvL18/s400/Part3010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668649782674172658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We enjoyed a nice stroll through the rest of the park and then headed back up to Mike's apartment to pick up the car, and Mike, and head up to Andersonville for the rest of the day.  We took Lake Shore Drive straight up and got off at the Foster exit.  Instead of going left and heading into Andersonville, we stopped at the Foster St. Beach since Mac had yet to get a good look at Lake Michigan.  It was a beautiful greenish-blue color and a just a lovely day to be by the lake:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dulWdjiRnAI/TqsW8MniDOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6UTAuuBIpCQ/s1600/Part3011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dulWdjiRnAI/TqsW8MniDOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6UTAuuBIpCQ/s400/Part3011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668649779410898146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another moustache fix:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-33GpxPHSRhI/TqsW7oN3IGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/CCtmyXs7kMs/s1600/Part3012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-33GpxPHSRhI/TqsW7oN3IGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/CCtmyXs7kMs/s400/Part3012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668649769639551074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a cute shot of Mac and I with the skyline behind us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofRi3QXEAcs/TqsW7WjyF2I/AAAAAAAAAd4/JJpu8By132k/s1600/Part3013.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofRi3QXEAcs/TqsW7WjyF2I/AAAAAAAAAd4/JJpu8By132k/s400/Part3013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668649764899657570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And these two good lookin' fellas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZ0gddS5kzQ/TqsWyHM7kWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Ty7_LLPyESw/s1600/Part3014.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZ0gddS5kzQ/TqsWyHM7kWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Ty7_LLPyESw/s400/Part3014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668649606158455138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And beautiful Chicago:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSi0AmEJtMI/TqsWxwZlpSI/AAAAAAAAAdg/PtzLhhIVKzE/s1600/Part3015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSi0AmEJtMI/TqsWxwZlpSI/AAAAAAAAAdg/PtzLhhIVKzE/s400/Part3015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668649600037528866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After finding a parking spot on Balmoral in front of my old apartment, we walked down to Huey's Hot Dogs.  It just happen to be Hot Dog Happy Hour, so we all got a dog, fries and drinks for $5 each.  And these are some real Chicago hot dogs: charred (not steamed), mustard, pickle spear, huge tomato slices, celery salt, onions and hot peppers on a poppy seed bun.  True Chicago-style goodness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ghwWS-SxMDA/TqsWxIjXtrI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Z5n0gdAPgss/s1600/Part3016.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ghwWS-SxMDA/TqsWxIjXtrI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Z5n0gdAPgss/s400/Part3016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668649589341140658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cheated a little bit and got mine as a veggie dog with no onions or hot peppers, but holy cow it was good.  Even just looking at this photo again makes me want to go back and get one!  I think Huey's should open a second store in Princeton!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQeEMZ-FJUM/TqsWw8lp4YI/AAAAAAAAAdE/owvhyDsekQA/s1600/Part3017.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQeEMZ-FJUM/TqsWw8lp4YI/AAAAAAAAAdE/owvhyDsekQA/s400/Part3017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668649586129494402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After hot dog eating, we wandered around Andersonville poking around different shops, seeing what's new (a lot!) and what's still there from the good old days.  Lots of my old favorites still exist: Kopi Cafe, Middle East Bakery, the Persian grocery, Andie's, Women and Children First, and CAS hardware, among others.  I spent some time (and money) at Women and Children First while Mike and Mac got some caffeine at Kopi.  I met up with them for an awesome Mango Jet Tea and was surprised when the server asked me if I wanted vodka in it!  One new addition is that Kopi got a liquor license!  I opted out of the vodka option, but we always said it would be so great if we could get beers at Kopi and now you can!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also stopped at Middle East Bakery to pick up some snacks (I love those little savory pies!) for the drive on Saturday and some other treats, too.  We then headed to Hopleaf and actually found a table on a Friday evening (miracle of miracles) and enjoyed a few pints before heading to the Neo-Futurarium to see Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind, another old favorite.  Here are Mac and I after the show:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imeUffpDvdc/TqsWwzCA0mI/AAAAAAAAAc8/i6s2R6hWIhU/s1600/Part3018.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imeUffpDvdc/TqsWwzCA0mI/AAAAAAAAAc8/i6s2R6hWIhU/s400/Part3018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668649583564083810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a wonderful way to top off our trip to Chicago.  I was so happy to be able to show Mac my old neighborhood and revisit so many of the wonderful places that were a part of my everyday life from 2000-2006.  Can't wait to go back!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-6786571787873491192?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/6786571787873491192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=6786571787873491192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/6786571787873491192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/6786571787873491192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/09/road-trip-part-3-chicago-part-2.html' title='Road Trip, Part 3: Chicago, Part 2'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a1in75h9omY/TqsXVnXOFzI/AAAAAAAAAgI/QYFApqTYsvg/s72-c/Part3001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-8092788934745394745</id><published>2011-09-27T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T23:19:45.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip, Part 2: Chicago, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_pploTl1jA/TqsSuvZarDI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7i_51LbP_uM/s1600/Part2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_pploTl1jA/TqsSuvZarDI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7i_51LbP_uM/s400/Part2001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668645150182255666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Monday evening we rolled into Chicago and before stopping at Mike's apartment I took Mac on a quick tour downtown and then came back up Lake Street to Mike's place on Canal.  He greeted us with open arms and we unloaded our stuff into his apartment.  What a view!!  We got there just as the sun was setting and it was just awesome!  Here are Mac and I on Mike's balcony after our long drive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYucKQhwrs8/TqsSq_SSouI/AAAAAAAAAck/2PbzmQYr-Cs/s1600/Part2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYucKQhwrs8/TqsSq_SSouI/AAAAAAAAAck/2PbzmQYr-Cs/s400/Part2002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668645085727859426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After putting our stuff down we all went to dinner at one of my favorite places in the city: &lt;a href="http://www.bitecafechicago.com/"&gt;Bite Cafe&lt;/a&gt;.  The food was amazing, even better than I remembered it!  Mike and Mac were also blown away and the most memorable part was that Mike ordered a lamb shank it came out like a caveman cut of meat, still on the bone with a ready-made handle.  He didn't even use a knife and fork.  Mmmm....  SO good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to Mike's apartment this was the panoramic view from his balcony (click the image to make it larger).  I just couldn't get enough of how awesome this view was.  And totally different from living on the north side in Andersonville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-piCsZ1sTHfA/TqsSe2kywRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/56SSXFS9UQ8/s1600/Part2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-piCsZ1sTHfA/TqsSe2kywRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/56SSXFS9UQ8/s400/Part2003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644877231112466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't stay up too late since Mike and Mac had to leave fairly early for their conference on Tuesday morning.  They woke up before I did, but I was out of bed by the time they were getting ready to go.  Here's Mike on his balcony with his "Good Morning, Chicago" face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-huL8IxPbEx8/TqsSedPPb8I/AAAAAAAAAcM/WME95GojHVk/s1600/Part2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-huL8IxPbEx8/TqsSedPPb8I/AAAAAAAAAcM/WME95GojHVk/s400/Part2004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644870429831106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Mac was actually smiling in the early morning, which rarely happens, so I had to get a photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ctg1f9YX4C0/TqsSeB3iCqI/AAAAAAAAAcA/h89dEl21vPI/s1600/Part2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ctg1f9YX4C0/TqsSeB3iCqI/AAAAAAAAAcA/h89dEl21vPI/s400/Part2005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644863082629794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The went off to their conference at Argonne and I got to have a lazy morning enjoying the view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOuBALiLcQI/TqsSds416DI/AAAAAAAAAb4/kzgc9JDsqUU/s1600/Part2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOuBALiLcQI/TqsSds416DI/AAAAAAAAAb4/kzgc9JDsqUU/s400/Part2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644857450981426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My day started when I met my dear friend, Nisara and her husband Ryan for lunch.  Nisara and I went to both high school and college together and then both lived in Chicago for a bit as well.  It was great to see them, but especially fun to see Nisara since she's pregnant! We all went to lunch at one of Rick Bayless's restaurants called Xoco and it was amazing!  Ryan had to head back to work, but Nisara and I enjoyed catching up over some wonderful churros after a delicious lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took the train north a few stops and got off near DePaul and walked down toward the Lincoln Park Zoo to hang out in the Lily Pond that's there.  It was a beautiful afternoon and just a great chance to hang out with someone I rarely get to see.  Here's a couple fun shots of a very pregnant Nisara:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gher2KbCVTA/TqsSdWLU-OI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ImjNL4fk5yU/s1600/Part2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gher2KbCVTA/TqsSdWLU-OI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ImjNL4fk5yU/s400/Part2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644851354499298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwpFxg45d8A/TqsSO3PdIWI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ffg18Gdks1w/s1600/Part2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwpFxg45d8A/TqsSO3PdIWI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ffg18Gdks1w/s400/Part2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644602532143458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After saying goodbye to Nisara, I went back to Mike's apartment and packed my overnight bag since I would be staying that night with Matthew on the North Side.  I drove up to his apartment and got to hang out with him for a bit and then we met up with Mac for dinner at &lt;a href="http://fountainheadchicago.com/"&gt;Fountainhead&lt;/a&gt; in Lincoln Square.  It was a tasty meal and a good chance for Mac and Matthew to get to know each other better.  Matthew gave me a key to his place and headed home to continue packing since he's moving shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac and I headed over to the Grafton Pub next to the Old Town School to enjoy an evening of folk music and catching up with folks.  Unfortunately, not as many folks as I was hoping were able to meet up there, but I did have a chance to catch up with Sarah, now an awesome 20-something who used to be in the Girl Scout troop that I helped with when I lived in the city.  It's amazing how these kids grow up!  It was great to see her and eventually Mike made it all the way up there to hang out for a bit and drive Mac home since I was heading back to Matthew's place for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I headed up to Evanston for the day.  In the morning I met up with a colleague who works at Northwestern and enjoyed a library tour and some good professional catching up.  We also took a lovely walk along the shoreline and got one of my favorite views of Chicago from up there.  It was a lovely morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch I met up with a photographer friend, Katie, who I hadn't seen for years!  (And we did't take any photos while we were hanging out!)  It was great to get the scoop on some local photographers and see photos of her kids from the last 4 or 5 years.  We did a little shopping and then ate lunch at &lt;a href="http://cozyevanston.com/"&gt;Cozy Noodles&lt;/a&gt;, again one of my favorite places to eat!  I got my favorite Rama Special, which I literally dream about sometimes, but no one does it like Cozy.  Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As an aside here:  I tell people when I think about Chicago the first thing I think about is all of the awesome people I know there and the second thing is the food.  There is so much good, affordable, delicious, unique, wonderful food in Chicago!  I'm so happy I got to go back to some of my old favorites and try some new places, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having lunch with Katie, I met up with another old friend, Mariko and one of her friends in downtown Evanston.  It happened to be Mariko's birthday, so we enjoyed a sweet treat and a lovely walk around town.  It was a particularly nice day and great to be out and about.  She had to get along to previously planned birthday events and I had to head back down to Chicago to meet up with Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reconnected, Matthew and I headed down to Hyde Park to pick up our good friend Suz from work and head to dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.medici57.com/"&gt;Medici&lt;/a&gt; in Hyde Park.  We got to sit outside on their patio (have I mentioned it was a beautiful day?) and thoroughly enjoyed our meal and catching up.  Here's a quick photo of us after dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2skyiIq3bqE/TqsSOqTL-II/AAAAAAAAAbM/HEnB9ns4Lus/s1600/Part2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2skyiIq3bqE/TqsSOqTL-II/AAAAAAAAAbM/HEnB9ns4Lus/s400/Part2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644599058135170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner, Matthew dropped me back off at Mike's apartment and I caught up with Mike and Mac who were just getting back from their conference for the day.  They hadn't eaten dinner yet, so I joined them on a lovely walk through Mike's neighborhood, the West Loop and we found a great Indian restaurant that was nearly empty and had a wonderful music selection.  We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.  Mike and Mac had one more day of conferencing to attend to on Thursday, so we pretty much headed to bed fairly early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was another early morning for the guys and also one for me.  I met up with Amanda and her twin girls for brunch at the &lt;a href="http://www.thebongoroom.com/"&gt;Bongo Room&lt;/a&gt; in the South Loop.  They are regulars there and when I got there first and told the hostess that I was meeting up with my friend and her twin girls she knew exactly who I was talking about and set me up at their favorite table!  The last time I had seen the girls, they were only &lt;a href="http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2008/06/meeting-monisha-and-sonali.html"&gt;teeny babies&lt;/a&gt; when Amanda and I both happen to be living in Cambridge, MA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now they're 3 years old and have wonderful little personalities of their own!  We walked from brunch to the Shedd Aquarium and got in for free since Amanda had thought ahead and gotten the pass from the library.  It was quite a fun visit!  Here's one of the crazier images of the day: a cricket on a frog on a frog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYN-4kLCGY4/TqsSN-U4LBI/AAAAAAAAAbE/CfCJnMWPe0I/s1600/Part2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYN-4kLCGY4/TqsSN-U4LBI/AAAAAAAAAbE/CfCJnMWPe0I/s400/Part2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644587254066194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the girls watching the big fish go by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7LlzN3Ht8g/TqsSNqJ2d2I/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZR88oueunmU/s1600/Part2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7LlzN3Ht8g/TqsSNqJ2d2I/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZR88oueunmU/s400/Part2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644581839107938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a shot of me outside the Aquarium with the beautiful skyline behind me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ELB5KvZPn7Y/TqsSNW4PqwI/AAAAAAAAAas/dOZ1GEbvwWY/s1600/Part2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ELB5KvZPn7Y/TqsSNW4PqwI/AAAAAAAAAas/dOZ1GEbvwWY/s400/Part2012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644576664988418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's a cute shot of Amanda and the girls after our Aquarium visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3nHrYD5GnU/TqsR9rLUe3I/AAAAAAAAAag/7pz6Q1KTrg4/s1600/Part2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3nHrYD5GnU/TqsR9rLUe3I/AAAAAAAAAag/7pz6Q1KTrg4/s400/Part2013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644307235797874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And those cute, smiley girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lPAGtBEfQ1o/TqsR5JRH3DI/AAAAAAAAAaU/awnYp5kovN8/s1600/Part2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lPAGtBEfQ1o/TqsR5JRH3DI/AAAAAAAAAaU/awnYp5kovN8/s400/Part2014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644229413854258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the aquarium, we walked back to their apartment and had a fun time playing and reading stories and attempting to put them down for a nap, which worked for a little bit and gave Amanda and I a chance to catch up, but the girls were not in a napping mood and were soon up singing songs and showing us dances.  It was so fun to get to see them.  And they have a great view, too!  Here's a shot of Grant Park and Navy Pier from their apartment!  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NAf-COWuB2k/TqsR4nqC1uI/AAAAAAAAAaM/CNNviFLHSdU/s1600/Part2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NAf-COWuB2k/TqsR4nqC1uI/AAAAAAAAAaM/CNNviFLHSdU/s400/Part2015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644220391577314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After spending the morning and early afternoon with Amanda, I headed back up to Mike's apartment and met up with Mike and Mac.  After Mike serenaded all of Chicago from his balcony, (again - the view!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0upXdsf54vo/TqsR4KaZkvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qTEVLk_9l6w/s1600/Part2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0upXdsf54vo/TqsR4KaZkvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qTEVLk_9l6w/s400/Part2016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644212541330162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSU81AE83R8/TqsR3u2NlGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/L3_PpxcL4vs/s1600/Part2017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSU81AE83R8/TqsR3u2NlGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/L3_PpxcL4vs/s400/Part2017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644205141791842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we headed out to another great place, &lt;a href="http://handlebarchicago.com/"&gt;The Handlebar&lt;/a&gt;, for dinner with my friend Nick. I introduced Mike and Nick because they were both recent PhDs, Mike from  Princeton, Nick from MIT and both ended up moving to Chicago.  They've  hit it off nicely and seem to enjoy each other's quirky personalities.   It was a really fun dinner and afterwards we took a nice stroll  through Wicker Park and ended up stuffing ourselves into this British phone booth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJpJgkDk_Zc/TqsR3e0Cs2I/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ee3QMq5s9MY/s1600/Part2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJpJgkDk_Zc/TqsR3e0Cs2I/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ee3QMq5s9MY/s400/Part2018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644200837722978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then getting a sweet treat and some coffee at Wormhole.  This coffeeshop is super 80s-themed and even has a Delorean in the front window (a la Back to the Future).  It was quite fun.  So after hanging out there for a bit we said Good Night to Nick and headed back to Mike's place for another early bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Mac and Mike had to go to their conference Tuesday through Thursday, it was a great chance for me to catch up with tons of folks I hadn't seen in way too long!  It was so fun to be in one of my favorite cities again, but what I was really looking forward to was getting to show Mac some of the city and my old neighborhood.  That's was Friday was for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-8092788934745394745?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/8092788934745394745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=8092788934745394745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/8092788934745394745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/8092788934745394745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/09/road-trip-part-2-chicago-part-1.html' title='Road Trip, Part 2: Chicago, Part 1'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_pploTl1jA/TqsSuvZarDI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7i_51LbP_uM/s72-c/Part2001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-4580677901238013078</id><published>2011-09-26T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:58:09.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip, Part 1: NJ, PA, OH, IN</title><content type='html'>Mac and I left for a week-long road trip adventure to Chicago after work on Friday, Sept. 16th.  That first night we drove to my Grammy's house in Jeannette, PA and I got to show Mac a place full of many happy memories for me and my family.  On Saturday morning I went to Enrico's Bakery, where my dad worked when he was in high school, and got some tasty treats for the road.  We also stopped at the restaurant where the Eat'n'Park used to be and had a great Southern brunch complete with grits and even mac and cheese.  It was a good quick visit to Jeannette and since it was the beginning of football season, Mac got to really understand what being in Steelers Country means!  There was Black and Gold proudly displayed everywhere we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Jeannette we headed toward Mac's grandparents in Sardinia, OH.  We took some back roads and ended up stopping at &lt;a href="http://thewilds.org/"&gt;The Wilds&lt;/a&gt;.  The original plan was to find a place that did ziplining, but it seemed that any options we had in that area were either booked for the day or closed at 4pm, so we missed our chance.  Even though we didn't pay to get into anything at The Wilds, we did go to the snack bar and had a good afternoon snack and some local beer while sitting out on the open patio watching wild animals roam around and people zipline through the park.  It was a perfect break for a long day of driving.  The snack bar also randomly had these huge locally grown watermelons for sale, so we picked up two of those as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to Sardinia and Mac's grandparents' place later that evening and even though we had told his Grandma that we were stopping to get dinner along the way she had a full meal prepared for us!  We ate some more and had some dessert and had a nice evening sitting in the living room and chatting.  I was exhausted and ended up going to be kind of early, but Mac enjoyed having the chance to catch up with his Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we had a big breakfast with eggs and toast and cantaloupe and then moved on to the activities of the day.  First, Mac's Grandpa wanted Mac to look at an old rifle that he had and make sure it was working.  So after cleaning up, the best way to make sure it's working is to actually use it.  So Mac fired the first shells and then passed it over to me.  I had never even been that close to a gun before, let alone actually fired one!  But I have to say, it was kind of a thrill to hit a milk jug full of water and watch it explode!  Here I am with Mac's Grandpa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZDQuz6YEBY/TqsIR35mOSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ZBRdSF5gj-k/s1600/Part1001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZDQuz6YEBY/TqsIR35mOSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ZBRdSF5gj-k/s400/Part1001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668633659132229922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were shooting milk jugs off of the old chicken coop in the yard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlruutrtLjY/TqsIRvndVLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/99kUyoPuBt4/s1600/Part1002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlruutrtLjY/TqsIRvndVLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/99kUyoPuBt4/s400/Part1002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668633656908666034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And off of milk crates.  It's amazing what you can do when you own acres of land in the middle of nowhere Ohio and don't have any neighbors close by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IwrXxIH4_CI/TqsILMuhMsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/k08Myn97TBU/s1600/Part1003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IwrXxIH4_CI/TqsILMuhMsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/k08Myn97TBU/s400/Part1003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668633544463823554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After target practice, Mac and Grandpa and I got in the car and did a grand driving tour of the surrounding area.  We drove past a bunch of land that Grandpa owns and he told stories the whole way about different things that happened in different places throughout the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting stop was at the &lt;a href="http://ohsweb.ohiohistory.org/places/sw16/index.shtml"&gt;Serpent Mound&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a serpent effigy believed to be built over 1,000 years ago by Native Americans.  It was really fascinating to see.  They have an observation tower that's about 2 stories high that you can look at it from above:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hcTmUPOKfLI/TqsIKz0J1nI/AAAAAAAAAYk/iP9XyhzNPHk/s1600/Part1004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hcTmUPOKfLI/TqsIKz0J1nI/AAAAAAAAAYk/iP9XyhzNPHk/s400/Part1004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668633537776572018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day we were there, there were some scientists doing some sort of research to learn more about what is contained in the mounds.  While Mac and I stopped to talk to the researchers, Grandpa decided to chat with these cowboys:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1e2aX3JbTJ4/TqsIKmcE9uI/AAAAAAAAAYc/LJOogKZrz_E/s1600/Part1005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1e2aX3JbTJ4/TqsIKmcE9uI/AAAAAAAAAYc/LJOogKZrz_E/s400/Part1005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668633534185928418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every curve in the serpent is aligned with a sunset or sunrise on an equinox or solstice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHSHWt4HeBE/TqsIKAGRfuI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/w9zujQN5_iI/s1600/Part1006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHSHWt4HeBE/TqsIKAGRfuI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/w9zujQN5_iI/s400/Part1006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668633523893927650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We enjoyed walking around the park and talking with the folks in the gift shop, too.  It's quite a fascinating place and apparently draws quite a crowd for solstice celebrations.  That would be quite a sight to see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came back from our drive and did a little bit more target practice with paper targets that we picked up along the way and then enjoyed a nice dinner together.  After dinner Mac and I walked around the property to look at some of the old buildings and just enjoy the evening.  Here are some photos of the old barn:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ix99HRV6l2g/TqsIJwGHNDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ROkxHd1dc5k/s1600/Part1007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ix99HRV6l2g/TqsIJwGHNDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ROkxHd1dc5k/s400/Part1007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668633519598285874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdbsP3IuCZY/TqsH9a-yLcI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-BvthkUOTO4/s1600/Part1008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdbsP3IuCZY/TqsH9a-yLcI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-BvthkUOTO4/s400/Part1008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668633307771973058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The former garden, now weed patch, next to the old farm house:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWFo1uGWpCw/TqsH8-7bHdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/tzYndFf6i8A/s1600/Part1009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWFo1uGWpCw/TqsH8-7bHdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/tzYndFf6i8A/s400/Part1009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668633300241685970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner we went to the local grocery store and picked up a few snacks for the road, including a huge local cantaloupe.  We did a little more visiting and then headed to bed.  We left after breakfast on Monday morning and drove through Indiana to get to Chicago.  We stopped in Indianapolis for lunch at the &lt;a href="http://www.eiteljorg.org/"&gt;Eiteljorg Museum&lt;/a&gt; of American Indians and Western Art.  One of the main draws for me was an Art-o-Mat Machine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AW45Q4jde3w/TqsH8SeI4hI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ljV453r15_E/s1600/Part1010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AW45Q4jde3w/TqsH8SeI4hI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ljV453r15_E/s400/Part1010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668633288307696146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NtpZedlaIHM/TqsH8IPTb5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/tlZxOgRwTMs/s1600/Part1011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NtpZedlaIHM/TqsH8IPTb5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/tlZxOgRwTMs/s400/Part1011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668633285561118610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also had an interesting, if broad, collection and a great cafe where we enjoyed our lunch while watching it rain outside.  From there, we drove through the rest of Indiana, including this HUGE windfarm that went on for miles and miles in both directions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPgk3A2UClk/TqsH78y__AI/AAAAAAAAAXI/PeOFPuHeN_Y/s1600/Part1012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPgk3A2UClk/TqsH78y__AI/AAAAAAAAAXI/PeOFPuHeN_Y/s400/Part1012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668633282489613314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long day of driving we finally made it to Chicago on Monday evening!  Man, I love Chicago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-4580677901238013078?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/4580677901238013078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=4580677901238013078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4580677901238013078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4580677901238013078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/10/road-trip-part-1-nj-pa-oh-in.html' title='Road Trip, Part 1: NJ, PA, OH, IN'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZDQuz6YEBY/TqsIR35mOSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ZBRdSF5gj-k/s72-c/Part1001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-4201532952223622986</id><published>2011-09-02T08:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:20:34.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Irene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reXgL-2Qpg4/TnD1-s8OiWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Mu87Py_HFuo/s1600/MacHeadlamp.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reXgL-2Qpg4/TnD1-s8OiWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Mu87Py_HFuo/s400/MacHeadlamp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652287989914437986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mac and I and some friends had planned on going canoe camping the weekend of August 27-28, but Mother Nature had other plans.  She decided to hand us Hurricane Irene instead of a beautiful weekend for camping.  Surprisingly, it ended up feeling a little like camping when the power went out at my apartment on Saturday night and Mac and I resorted to wearing head lamps to do our crossword. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was very dreary and windy on Saturday morning, and it started raining in the afternoon.  Around 6pm Mac and I went out for a stroll around downtown Princeton just to see how things were going.  Most of the stores were closed, but one very nice Italian restaurant was open, so we ended up having a wonderful dinner in a schmancy place while wearing comfy clothes and crocs.  Having a hurricane approaching = anything goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it back to my place before it got really bad, but the power ended up going out rather quickly, then coming back on for about an hour, then going out again and not coming back for two days.  This was the view outside my apartment on Saturday night.  One emergency light was on in Princeton:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKmMh11Y6YM/TnD1-Swvv4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/0BB7RqTYrmE/s1600/DarkOutside.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKmMh11Y6YM/TnD1-Swvv4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/0BB7RqTYrmE/s400/DarkOutside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652287982886961026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The storm rolled through overnight from Saturday into Sunday and it was still raining on Sunday morning, but by the afternoon the sun had actually come out.  Mac and I decided to go check on his kayak, which we had moved to higher ground on Friday evening, and it's a good thing we did!  The place were he usually keeps it was completely under water.  But this beaver seemed to be enjoying his expanded territory:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAG3x7e8wwk/TnD1nAKk-XI/AAAAAAAAAWM/s348tilsHdM/s1600/Beaver.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAG3x7e8wwk/TnD1nAKk-XI/AAAAAAAAAWM/s348tilsHdM/s400/Beaver.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652287582758041970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the chimney were we usually have our bonfires.  And that horizontal line in front of it is the top of a picnic table.  And this a dozen yards or more away from where the lake usually is.  The water was at record levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10BHBw8GU2U/TnD1muomioI/AAAAAAAAAWE/fevncwI8SYY/s1600/Chimney.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10BHBw8GU2U/TnD1muomioI/AAAAAAAAAWE/fevncwI8SYY/s400/Chimney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652287578052135554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we had to move Mac's car, we decided to do a little tour around town to see what else was going on.  Here are some rowers looking at the flooded boathouse off of Washington Rd:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tAgeQ8xYAbE/TnD1msd5nvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/BL4AZav0xeQ/s1600/Rowers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tAgeQ8xYAbE/TnD1msd5nvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/BL4AZav0xeQ/s400/Rowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652287577470377714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And of course, a huge rainbow appeared that afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1yGVPTxqkRg/TnD1mTPozPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/8i8VnhMy508/s400/Rainbow.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652287570699668722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also drove down to Alexander Rd, which was completely flooded out.  Here is a little video showing the water rushing under the bridge.  Mac and I have canoed under this bridge &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd0coLB8lOU/S7o82zaJrGI/AAAAAAAAB24/FJs-wy4iYYY/s1600/CanoeingBeth.jpg"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;.  You can tell that at one point the water was rushing over the bridge as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-44af00c3ce67f1cd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D44af00c3ce67f1cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D667F503FCD077A549F2A45D3D437A9063C356574.254E609463DBF0D6FF067D7C6045C79B49B548DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D44af00c3ce67f1cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEc7IR4NQ7BBUpIKBC1fC1YTAJSE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D44af00c3ce67f1cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D667F503FCD077A549F2A45D3D437A9063C356574.254E609463DBF0D6FF067D7C6045C79B49B548DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D44af00c3ce67f1cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEc7IR4NQ7BBUpIKBC1fC1YTAJSE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's a still image of a big log/tree up against the bridge.  There was a lot of debris in the water and it was moving really fast.  Needless to say, we're glad we decided not to go camping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lxMzfKIrmwc/TnCjybjcJeI/AAAAAAAAAVc/WUaL6aS2I4Y/s400/AlexanderFlood.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652197619135161826" /&gt;And because of all of the local road closures, the University decided to close on Monday and had a delayed opening on Tuesday!  It turned into quite a fun and productive weekend.  Mac and I cleaned both of our apartments, finished a crossword or two, met up with some local friends, and generally enjoyed a surprise three day weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-4201532952223622986?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/4201532952223622986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=4201532952223622986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4201532952223622986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4201532952223622986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/09/hurricane-irene.html' title='Hurricane Irene'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reXgL-2Qpg4/TnD1-s8OiWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Mu87Py_HFuo/s72-c/MacHeadlamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-4965269703919358265</id><published>2011-08-14T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T15:15:03.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape May 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdYm_rKpmTQ/TnCgypIOKmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hCzsEVfVDYs/s1600/01FiveBoys.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdYm_rKpmTQ/TnCgypIOKmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hCzsEVfVDYs/s400/01FiveBoys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652194324244212322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day after getting back from Christa and Kyle's wedding, Mac and I headed down the shore to Cape May to catch up with my family.  They had been there since Saturday, but we arrived on Monday.  We took two cars because Mac could only stay for one night.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fA18xGcudCA/TnCgyUCqsQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/td72zvRm_C8/s1600/02LadiesTea.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fA18xGcudCA/TnCgyUCqsQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/td72zvRm_C8/s400/02LadiesTea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652194318583771394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The week was filled with all of our usual activities: all the ladies going out for tea, spending lots of time at the beach, reading, playing board games, etc...  Here's everyone's beach shoes lined up on the picnic table out back:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wjIfY-1GtwQ/TnCgtM_auZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/C-2kaidBl-0/s1600/03Shoes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wjIfY-1GtwQ/TnCgtM_auZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/C-2kaidBl-0/s400/03Shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652194230791747986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the boys always come up with something new to keep themselves entertained.  This year Nathaniel figured out how to make a ninja mask out of a long sleeved shirt.  He and Sebastian came ninja-ing down the stairs looking like this one morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-hvTnrWZM4/TnCgqDs9dKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/vQ5X-Qk6Ldg/s1600/04Ninjas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-hvTnrWZM4/TnCgqDs9dKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/vQ5X-Qk6Ldg/s400/04Ninjas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652194176758805666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And all the gals went out to get our spa pedicures!  The best way to spend a dreary morning at the beach.  Ahhh:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvsIn3wHIRQ/TnCgnd7Kn4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/rfi1OTs91Jo/s1600/05Toes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvsIn3wHIRQ/TnCgnd7Kn4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/rfi1OTs91Jo/s400/05Toes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652194132258103170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did a lot of walking along the mall and generally enjoying each other's company.  Aunt Angie has been able to make it down the past couple summers and it was a treat to have her with us again.  Here she is with my mom (her sister - can't you tell?):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KuJYUpk3Uo/TnCgaowZ7BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RWvXuKW4d8A/s1600/06MomAng.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KuJYUpk3Uo/TnCgaowZ7BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RWvXuKW4d8A/s400/06MomAng.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652193911827459090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes, all the boys now thoroughly enjoy spending time in the sand, in the water and at the ocean.  We went out early one morning to do our family photo and they really liked conquering this lifeguard stand.  They're all getting so big!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzJm3WKIPno/TnCgab0XN1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/nJ6-rKJLhyk/s1600/07Boys.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzJm3WKIPno/TnCgab0XN1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/nJ6-rKJLhyk/s400/07Boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652193908354398034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here we are - the big happy family.  Special thanks to Aunt Angie for taking this photo!  She took tons of them with all different cameras and this one was the best, and one of the first taken:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RPeq7XZodf4/TnCgMFONdiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1E2auHmqueA/s1600/08Family.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RPeq7XZodf4/TnCgMFONdiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1E2auHmqueA/s400/08Family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652193661770626594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our last morning at the beach, I headed out to watch the sunrise and caught these scenes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvyYdx8us6g/TnCgMFHvRmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/gl8P5khXsh4/s1600/09Feather.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvyYdx8us6g/TnCgMFHvRmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/gl8P5khXsh4/s400/09Feather.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652193661743482466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSLklm3JLWE/TnCgL7T3gXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/862N7EL7-_g/s1600/10Sunrise.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSLklm3JLWE/TnCgL7T3gXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/862N7EL7-_g/s400/10Sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652193659109998962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oWbuSO1piGc/TnCfe9-c9MI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Gh3u8kGTXbY/s1600/11Beach.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oWbuSO1piGc/TnCfe9-c9MI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Gh3u8kGTXbY/s400/11Beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652192886731371714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As always, it was a lovely time at the beach.  It's something that I look forward to every year.  We already have the same house booked for next year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-4965269703919358265?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/4965269703919358265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=4965269703919358265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4965269703919358265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4965269703919358265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/09/cape-may-2011.html' title='Cape May 2011'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdYm_rKpmTQ/TnCgypIOKmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hCzsEVfVDYs/s72-c/01FiveBoys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-4052739399069434693</id><published>2011-08-01T15:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T10:31:34.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christa and Kyle get Married!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UfR0DBhqzkw/Tm5lhyL5phI/AAAAAAAAATs/mPCgtR09b1s/s1600/SatBarn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UfR0DBhqzkw/Tm5lhyL5phI/AAAAAAAAATs/mPCgtR09b1s/s400/SatBarn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651566213478327826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last weekend in July was one of my favorite of the whole summer!  My dear friend Christa got married to her best friend Kyle on a beautiful farm in Western Massachusetts.  Mac and I arrived on Friday afternoon and got to work helping out with the wedding prep.  We arranged flowers, set up tables and chairs, and did pretty much anything that needed to be done to make their day perfect.  We also got to hang out with some amazing folks including the bride and groom and college friends Jerri and Mark and their daughter Zoe.  It was a bit of a humid, dreary afternoon, but we made the best of it and ended the evening knowing that Saturday was going to be a beautiful day.  Mark, Jerri, Zoe, Mac and I all headed into Northampton to get dinner, but Jerri ended up taking Zoe "home" to put her to bed, so Mark, Mac and I enjoyed our dinner at Haymarket, got some take-out for Jer and then picked up some beer for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ended up staying at a co-op community were Christa's friends Steve and Lena live.  Mark, Jerri and Zoe stayed in their house and Mac and I stayed in the spare bedroom in the community house.  It all worked out for the best and we were even able to store the beer in the community house fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we all went out for breakfast at a little coffeeshop in Amherst and then headed over to the farm to finish prepping.  Mac helped out getting things set up and I took some pre-wedding photos of Christa and Kyle and their families.  In the photo at the top of this post you can see Christa and Kyle and the beautiful barn where they held the reception.  As you can see, it turned out to be a beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that Christa and Kyle did for their guests was serve them homemade pie.  It was their way of saying Thank You to everyone for coming and supporting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cU0-edJtFkg/Tm5lhu-RVDI/AAAAAAAAATk/RH2AbH43yAY/s1600/SatBe.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cU0-edJtFkg/Tm5lhu-RVDI/AAAAAAAAATk/RH2AbH43yAY/s400/SatBe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651566212615853106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here you can see the adorable aprons that someone made for them, and all the delicious pies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WplS0jG_NL0/Tm5lhcsKZGI/AAAAAAAAATc/3UP8kM1pTzc/s1600/SatBe1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WplS0jG_NL0/Tm5lhcsKZGI/AAAAAAAAATc/3UP8kM1pTzc/s400/SatBe1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651566207708062818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once everyone had a chance to eat some pie we all made our way to the wedding ceremony site, which was just a short walk down the farm on a beautiful hillside.  The ceremony was very unique and included a Ring Warming.  The rings were passed around to all of the guests and they were asked to hold them and give them their blessings and warm wishes.  The rings were held in the wings of this adorable hand-made bird:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpl9UB71WOc/Tm5lhAXljyI/AAAAAAAAATU/IE83js77PRE/s1600/SatBird.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpl9UB71WOc/Tm5lhAXljyI/AAAAAAAAATU/IE83js77PRE/s400/SatBird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651566200105570082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christa and Kyle sat together during the ceremony, facing the guests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6R1cJiMRvRk/Tm5lg9VC6pI/AAAAAAAAATM/6mJfAT50D4k/s1600/SatCeremony.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6R1cJiMRvRk/Tm5lg9VC6pI/AAAAAAAAATM/6mJfAT50D4k/s400/SatCeremony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651566199289604754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guests were also asked to share their thoughts and well-wishes with the couple in a way that was similar to a Quaker sharing.  Whenever you felt moved to speak you just said what you had to say, or in Jerri's case, sang what you wanted to sing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hByRbYsz7us/Tm5lX9V9gQI/AAAAAAAAATE/ovMs3EJ_hFc/s1600/SatJer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hByRbYsz7us/Tm5lX9V9gQI/AAAAAAAAATE/ovMs3EJ_hFc/s400/SatJer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651566044674621698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark also chose to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-srHirtYqZHY/Tm5lXZPSyII/AAAAAAAAAS8/T7ELikRNM9g/s1600/SatMurf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-srHirtYqZHY/Tm5lXZPSyII/AAAAAAAAAS8/T7ELikRNM9g/s400/SatMurf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651566034982979714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Christa and Kyle exchanged vows that they had written themselves, put on their gorgeous rings and were MARRIED!  It was a beautiful ceremony on an absolutely perfect summer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUhN8uoEdd8/Tm5lXBrYnAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/uJbd4UlpZR8/s1600/SatN.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUhN8uoEdd8/Tm5lXBrYnAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/uJbd4UlpZR8/s400/SatN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651566028658351106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the ceremony we got the Syracuse crew together for a quick photo.  Mark, Mark, Jerri, Christa and I were all RAs in Shaw Hall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jd0v0-HpX4/Tm5lWzHbzII/AAAAAAAAASs/klG1_b7FBPs/s1600/SatO.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jd0v0-HpX4/Tm5lWzHbzII/AAAAAAAAASs/klG1_b7FBPs/s400/SatO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651566024749468802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mac took a nice shot of me with Christa and Kyle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iAeUTsXzxoE/Tm5lW2xzZaI/AAAAAAAAASk/zs7I0-idgjQ/s1600/SatP.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iAeUTsXzxoE/Tm5lW2xzZaI/AAAAAAAAASk/zs7I0-idgjQ/s400/SatP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651566025732482466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Kyle returned the favor by taking a nice shot of Mac and I up at the ceremony site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrd8bCTxDP4/Tm5lNV4xuII/AAAAAAAAASc/dmElOUhZ2eg/s1600/SatQ.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrd8bCTxDP4/Tm5lNV4xuII/AAAAAAAAASc/dmElOUhZ2eg/s400/SatQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651565862284540034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once most of the guests had left the site I got to do a few more photos of just Christa and Kyle at the ceremony site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XD6rJKN1LJM/Tm5lNcRG1kI/AAAAAAAAASU/fL8uImkaf8I/s1600/SatRings.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XD6rJKN1LJM/Tm5lNcRG1kI/AAAAAAAAASU/fL8uImkaf8I/s400/SatRings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651565863997199938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxXt66JZn2E/Tm5lNDjVy0I/AAAAAAAAASM/_KGvGmdW5pE/s1600/SatSweetChristaKyle.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxXt66JZn2E/Tm5lNDjVy0I/AAAAAAAAASM/_KGvGmdW5pE/s400/SatSweetChristaKyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651565857362791234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way to the archery field, Mac stopped to show Zoe how seeds come from sunflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-suB2aw3zUYU/Tm5lM-mbKaI/AAAAAAAAASE/53pE4L3LwOE/s1600/SatTaDa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-suB2aw3zUYU/Tm5lM-mbKaI/AAAAAAAAASE/53pE4L3LwOE/s400/SatTaDa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651565856033548706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then we all got to shoot a few bows and arrows!  Kyle and Christa teach archery at the farm, so they decided to have it available for the guests between the ceremony and the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcIG-koxr4/Tm5lMqBufwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Xm0IrbbIDh8/s1600/SatTeeHee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WEcIG-koxr4/Tm5lMqBufwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Xm0IrbbIDh8/s400/SatTeeHee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651565850510917378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iblTbwvY16I/Tm5lC8ysbLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wveF-Y5wi3Y/s1600/SatU.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iblTbwvY16I/Tm5lC8ysbLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wveF-Y5wi3Y/s400/SatU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651565683749448882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After archery, we all headed back to the barn to watch a fun skit that their families had put together about Christa and Kyle.  Then we were all treated to some live bluegrass music and a home-cooked meal.  It was great to catch up with friends and do some dancing during the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3llzgr0f5x4/Tm5lCkMmGfI/AAAAAAAAARs/PMKqa-zeDHw/s1600/SatVeryFunny.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3llzgr0f5x4/Tm5lCkMmGfI/AAAAAAAAARs/PMKqa-zeDHw/s400/SatVeryFunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651565677147199986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once it got dark, we all wandered over to the bonfire site and watched a fire dancing performance which was really cool, then sat around the campfire and made smores and told stories.  It was the perfect end to an awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j2rz-31YR1g/Tm5lCoqlFXI/AAAAAAAAARk/scebhR3FxgU/s1600/SatZ.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j2rz-31YR1g/Tm5lCoqlFXI/AAAAAAAAARk/scebhR3FxgU/s400/SatZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651565678346704242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday we all met up back at the farm to help clean up and eat some of the left-over food.  Once the clean-ups were done, a bunch of us headed to Puffer's Pond in Amherst to take a dip in the water and enjoy one last hurrah with good friends.  We spent about an hour at the pond and then went into town to get some ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hF5KqW1B_y4/Tm5lCerz3nI/AAAAAAAAARc/O3Vjob_UKnE/s1600/SundayMarkZoeJer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hF5KqW1B_y4/Tm5lCerz3nI/AAAAAAAAARc/O3Vjob_UKnE/s400/SundayMarkZoeJer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651565675667512946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was the perfect end to a really lovely weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2U_cGIynuo/Tm5lB213LoI/AAAAAAAAARU/twXeq4RIDa4/s1600/SundayJerBethChrista.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2U_cGIynuo/Tm5lB213LoI/AAAAAAAAARU/twXeq4RIDa4/s400/SundayJerBethChrista.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651565664972254850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Mac and I got in the car and drove all the way back to Princeton so that we could do a load of laundry, re-pack and head to Cape May on Monday morning to hang out with my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-4052739399069434693?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/4052739399069434693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=4052739399069434693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4052739399069434693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4052739399069434693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/08/christa-and-kyle-get-married.html' title='Christa and Kyle get Married!!'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UfR0DBhqzkw/Tm5lhyL5phI/AAAAAAAAATs/mPCgtR09b1s/s72-c/SatBarn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-6918001420765653355</id><published>2011-07-31T15:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:48:26.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystic before the Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mac and I took our time getting up to Christa and Kyle's wedding in Western Mass.  The wedding was on Saturday, but we left on Thursday to see some sights on our way.  Our first stop was to see some of my colleagues and friends at Yale in New Haven, CT.  We got a tour of the Haas Arts Library (no relation to Mac) and an insider's view of the Beinecke Rare Book Library and where they digitize materials.  We had lunch at the food trucks in New Haven and then headed on our way.  It was the perfect way to break up our drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mac's extended family was vacationing in New London, CT, so we stopped to see them on Thursday for dinner and enjoyed a beautiful evening.  It was great to get to meet more of Mac's family.  After dinner and lots of catching up, we drove to a B&amp;amp;B in Mystic to spend the night.  The highlight was the hot tub!  We sat in there and watched shooting stars and satellites go by above our heads.  It was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was our view from outside the B&amp;amp;B.  It was in the more "industrial" part of Mystic, right down by the water:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzNjk7auDO0/Tm5knZtdbPI/AAAAAAAAARM/0cK--s3h_sA/s400/01Harbor.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651565210475785458" /&gt;After checking out from the B&amp;amp;B, we drove to Stonington, CT, which is only a few miles from Mystic to have breakfast at a great little place called Noah's.  It was recommended to us by my friend at Yale and it didn't disappoint.  After breakfast we walked all over Stonington (it's not that big) and then drove back to Mystic to check out Mystic Pizza.  Mac had to deliver on a bet that was made long ago and actually mailed a slice of Mystic Pizza to a friend in California.  It was pretty hilarious.  The pizza itself was HORRIBLE!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQPYaxxR9oU/Tm5knHR1wqI/AAAAAAAAARE/BS3LD75ljQI/s1600/02MysticPizza.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQPYaxxR9oU/Tm5knHR1wqI/AAAAAAAAARE/BS3LD75ljQI/s400/02MysticPizza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651565205528101538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After mailing the pizza slice, we took a little bit of time to walk around downtown Mystic and see the sights.  This is the view of the drawbridge:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2PtmA0atwcw/Tm5knB8h4CI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Yn0vunAcc_c/s1600/03MysticBridge.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2PtmA0atwcw/Tm5knB8h4CI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Yn0vunAcc_c/s400/03MysticBridge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651565204096540706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is Mystic Seaport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ8WwdDS9vo/Tm5kg_RsM5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8OqDZ5ZoRlk/s1600/04MysticSeaport.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ8WwdDS9vo/Tm5kg_RsM5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8OqDZ5ZoRlk/s400/04MysticSeaport.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651565100300776338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't have time to actually go to the museum or the village because we had to get up to Western Mass to help Christa and Kyle out with setting up for the wedding.  It was a bit of a dreary day on Friday, but you'll see from the photos of the wedding that Saturday turned out to be beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-6918001420765653355?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/6918001420765653355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=6918001420765653355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/6918001420765653355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/6918001420765653355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/07/mystic-before-wedding.html' title='Mystic before the Wedding'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzNjk7auDO0/Tm5knZtdbPI/AAAAAAAAARM/0cK--s3h_sA/s72-c/01Harbor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-8207380027677830587</id><published>2011-07-12T15:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:34:16.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammy Gramps Camp makes Pickles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIZl8lNjk7o/Tm5iC-DYGSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pNIlwnwldao/s1600/01BethNat.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIZl8lNjk7o/Tm5iC-DYGSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pNIlwnwldao/s400/01BethNat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651562385552972066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The week after I was in Boston for the weekend my parents held their annual Grammy Gramps Camp.  In the past, this week has been just for John and Nathaniel, my two oldest nephews.  This year, Sebastian got to join the fun.  My parents brought all the boys up for a fun evening in Princeton.  The first thing we did was make pickles at my apartment.  Sebastian declared from the beginning that he was not a pickle fan, so he chose to just watch, but John and Nathaniel were pretty excited to make their own.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aK4fzNpnQwo/Tm5h95ZW4aI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HbWvZgHskVw/s1600/02MomJohn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aK4fzNpnQwo/Tm5h95ZW4aI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HbWvZgHskVw/s400/02MomJohn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651562298403643810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom helped out so that we could each watch while one of the boys was using the knife to cut pickles.  She even made a jar or two for herself!  Here are John and Nathaniel with their packed pickle jars before the brine went in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYRaDdkVnWs/Tm5h9YHZiwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5kR3v26fcT8/s1600/03JohnNat.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYRaDdkVnWs/Tm5h9YHZiwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5kR3v26fcT8/s400/03JohnNat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651562289469950722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here they are again.  They were quite proud of their pickle-making prowess.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4JJe19w8GeI/Tm5h9Eq7G5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/q_ldpshNc_g/s1600/04NatJohnMess.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4JJe19w8GeI/Tm5h9Eq7G5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/q_ldpshNc_g/s400/04NatJohnMess.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651562284250241938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After making pickles, we went to have breakfast for dinner at a little diner on Nassau Street and all the boys ordered French toast!  They were so excited when the hostess asked if they wanted powdered sugar.  So after getting them all sugared up, we took a little walk around campus since it was a beautiful evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One stop was to see the Tigers outside of Nassau Hall.  We got lots of fun photos with them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FHbVe75hPnE/Tm5h8wv7pBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RllbfKKLHZQ/s1600/05JohnTiger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FHbVe75hPnE/Tm5h8wv7pBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RllbfKKLHZQ/s400/05JohnTiger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651562278902539282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVt8KC9_ye0/Tm5h80zq9_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/RrfZiEwP2So/s1600/06JohnTigerRoar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVt8KC9_ye0/Tm5h80zq9_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/RrfZiEwP2So/s400/06JohnTigerRoar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651562279991965682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NHrnKcow_xU/Tm5hsKw1U5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/_E98wsy8ejU/s400/08BoysTiger.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561993827865490" /&gt;Earlier in the week, they all had gone to the Constitution Center in Philly and Sebastian got an Abraham Lincoln hat while he was there.  He really did wear it the entire time we were hanging out in Princeton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GQk_t0oWtMc/Tm5hsY6lulI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MQTpQ9wE8vI/s1600/07SebTiger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GQk_t0oWtMc/Tm5hsY6lulI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MQTpQ9wE8vI/s400/07SebTiger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561997626882642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here you can see Mom and Dad in the middle and the boys still hanging out on the Tigers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DixLQdrHbWE/Tm5hr-mYXFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aJqgCxezBNg/s1600/09NassauHall.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DixLQdrHbWE/Tm5hr-mYXFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aJqgCxezBNg/s400/09NassauHall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561990562798674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d4iWwq4gOKw/Tm5hrpj4N2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/9tGX1V5jokA/s1600/10JohnNatTiger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d4iWwq4gOKw/Tm5hrpj4N2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/9tGX1V5jokA/s400/10JohnNatTiger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561984915158882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so fun to get to see them all while they were doing Grammy Gramps camp!  I can't wait until next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MxT8BxZOYhs/Tm5hrV7bWGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/gDUHTwedPAI/s1600/11AuntBeth.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MxT8BxZOYhs/Tm5hrV7bWGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/gDUHTwedPAI/s400/11AuntBeth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561979645220962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-8207380027677830587?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/8207380027677830587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=8207380027677830587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/8207380027677830587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/8207380027677830587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/07/grammy-gramps-camp-makes-pickles.html' title='Grammy Gramps Camp makes Pickles!'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIZl8lNjk7o/Tm5iC-DYGSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pNIlwnwldao/s72-c/01BethNat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-3688992882851896327</id><published>2011-07-10T14:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T08:57:48.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston for the Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Va6vyD34Ioo/Tm5hZR_pWhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/s7w2rriN3TU/s1600/01VeggiePlanet.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Va6vyD34Ioo/Tm5hZR_pWhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/s7w2rriN3TU/s400/01VeggiePlanet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561669351528978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mac had a conference at MIT starting on Sunday, July 10th, so we went up for the weekend before and I got to show him some of my old haunts from my grad school days.  We drove up early Saturday morning and stopped at Mark and Christi's place to pick up keys since they were so graciously letting us stay there while they were both out of town.  Then we parked the car in Cambridge and walked around Harvard and then had lunch at Veggie Planet!  Not only do I enjoy the all-vegetarian menu at Veggie Planet, but I used to volunteer at Club Passim, so it was good to be back in the space and see how things have changed.  And the food was delicious!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V5NBOzMmg9c/Tm5hZAYT-zI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NHKUHwMHOfg/s1600/02Paige.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 87px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V5NBOzMmg9c/Tm5hZAYT-zI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NHKUHwMHOfg/s400/02Paige.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561664623147826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While in Cambridge, we also stopped by Harvard Bookstore and lo and behold my dad's books were on the shelf!  He's written two young adult chapter books for my nephews and both of them were on the shelf of books that have been printed on the store's on-demand book printing machine, &lt;a href="http://www.harvard.com/on_our_shelves/in_store_book_printing/about/"&gt;Paige M. Gutenborg&lt;/a&gt;.  It was cool to see them in the store (they're the thinner cream and green colored books in the middle of the photo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Gh1ughT0Do/Tm5hPqf_sDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qHsa6D55PhQ/s1600/03SPYS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Gh1ughT0Do/Tm5hPqf_sDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qHsa6D55PhQ/s400/03SPYS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561504130969650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We met up with Mac's friend Mike and Mike's friend while we were in Cambridge and all headed over to Ann and Lee's house in Somerville.  We got to meet Ann and Lee's new dog, Violet (so cute) and our friend Allison met up with us there, too.  We all had a beer in their back yard and then walked to a great Peruvian Restaurant where we met up with even more folks (Mike's brother and his friends) and had a huge table with about a dozen people.  It was a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner some of us went candlepin bowling and met up with my friend Matt.  Phew - it was whirlwind of a day, but I got to catch up with lots of folks and introduce Mac to some of my best grad school friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XsxQ_la_pU/Tm5hPc_xdoI/AAAAAAAAAO8/e4iAI2s8nHc/s1600/04Bowling.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XsxQ_la_pU/Tm5hPc_xdoI/AAAAAAAAAO8/e4iAI2s8nHc/s400/04Bowling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561500506158722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After bowling Mac and I drove Allison home and stayed the night at Mark and Christi's super-adorable apartment in Roslindale.  We had a lazy morning on Sunday and got brunch at a little diner that Mark recommended and then packed up our stuff and headed back into Boston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We parked under Boston Common and strolled through the Common and the Public Garden for a bit before meeting up with Mike again.  Here's a shot of Mac and I enjoying a lovely day with Swan Boats in the background:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHfkQOnORjY/Tm5hPFhnsmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/TMq51UAk2k4/s1600/05PublicGarden.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHfkQOnORjY/Tm5hPFhnsmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/TMq51UAk2k4/s400/05PublicGarden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561494205674082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we met up with Mike, we walked through the garden past the famous "Make Way for Ducklings" statues.  This was too much of a photo opp to pass up.  Mac and Mike weren't the only kids on the ducklings, they were just the biggest:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBC9BLxzbBw/Tm5hO8FpTKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZrO8cJZd7S8/s1600/06Ducklings.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBC9BLxzbBw/Tm5hO8FpTKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZrO8cJZd7S8/s400/06Ducklings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561491672419490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike likes Mama Duck:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5WHMNHiIb1U/Tm5hOi3Q7CI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2IHTf4v_Ghk/s1600/07MikeDuck.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5WHMNHiIb1U/Tm5hOi3Q7CI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2IHTf4v_Ghk/s400/07MikeDuck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561484901215266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mac showing off his Texas roots and riding her rodeo-style:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XBfZZYprMqE/Tm5hFeSNjUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0ee2KVGZiJo/s1600/08MacDuck.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XBfZZYprMqE/Tm5hFeSNjUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0ee2KVGZiJo/s400/08MacDuck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561329053240642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also took some time to sit in the shade and listen to this great jazz duo playing in the park:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7f0bUc_scOQ/Tm5hFMSTQpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/i-_LOzkZSsQ/s1600/09Jazz.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7f0bUc_scOQ/Tm5hFMSTQpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/i-_LOzkZSsQ/s400/09Jazz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561324221776530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But our favorite musician, by far, was the one man band.  In the photo below, you can see Mike playing some instruments and me hula hooping on the right side:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wimCl_5Av04/Tm5hFFTrqDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Z-7zstSB--4/s1600/10OneManBand.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wimCl_5Av04/Tm5hFFTrqDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Z-7zstSB--4/s400/10OneManBand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561322348521522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the song was over, Mac handed me the camera and did some hula hooping of his own:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-picAmmqGiWg/Tm5hErbGW_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/OBerLvKORT4/s1600/11MacHulaHoop.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-picAmmqGiWg/Tm5hErbGW_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/OBerLvKORT4/s400/11MacHulaHoop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561315400309746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Mike and Mac feeling victorious after the song was over.  It was quite a sight to see.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_LEkEzD9fHY/Tm5hEUa_RsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NIfSH4spd6w/s1600/12MacMike.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_LEkEzD9fHY/Tm5hEUa_RsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NIfSH4spd6w/s400/12MacMike.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651561309225830082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's a little video of the one man band in action:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d5f9bd5c2c0ce88f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd5f9bd5c2c0ce88f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BB0B4543EAD08D2D2447E6726EF989F599929CF.3E0304B04AAECA81E754159C7C74A39EE1F422B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd5f9bd5c2c0ce88f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKMCz56ZJjPA9Fmyam6Jq0_rlbkg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd5f9bd5c2c0ce88f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BB0B4543EAD08D2D2447E6726EF989F599929CF.3E0304B04AAECA81E754159C7C74A39EE1F422B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd5f9bd5c2c0ce88f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKMCz56ZJjPA9Fmyam6Jq0_rlbkg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the one man band, we walked all the way down Newbury St. to The Other Side Cafe and had a tasty lunch and some local brews. We walked back to the car and then it was time for me to drop those two off for their conference and then drive back to NJ on my own. It was a great whirlwind tour of the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-3688992882851896327?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/3688992882851896327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=3688992882851896327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3688992882851896327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3688992882851896327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/07/boston-for-weekend.html' title='Boston for the Weekend!'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Va6vyD34Ioo/Tm5hZR_pWhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/s7w2rriN3TU/s72-c/01VeggiePlanet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-3122526662611236207</id><published>2011-07-07T09:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T07:10:21.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Arugula to Zinnias: Garden Update Early July 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5eAVLFdA9M/ThW0hs8hg9I/AAAAAAAAANA/xH4bJYn8tHc/s1600/Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5eAVLFdA9M/ThW0hs8hg9I/AAAAAAAAANA/xH4bJYn8tHc/s400/Garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626601800563000274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So despite the presence of some yellow tomato leaves, the garden is doing well.  In fact, I have more cucumbers than I know what to with, but will probably post something about that soon.  In the above photo you can see most of what I'm growing in about half of my garden.  Our plots are a little bigger this year, 10'x12' instead of last year's 10'x10', so I had a little more room for experimenting with things I haven't grown before, like okra, brussels sprouts and zinnias.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the rundown, with photos, from Arugula to Zinnias:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVHWE7OcCOg/ThW0ecFkxjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pzIGxYqFAb0/s1600/Arugula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVHWE7OcCOg/ThW0ecFkxjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pzIGxYqFAb0/s400/Arugula.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626601744497952306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above you can see that I've let the arugula go to flower or "bolt".  I read recently that salad mixes with arugula flowers are selling for big bucks at farmer's markets in NYC, so I might go ahead and try to eat some of those flowers.  Otherwise, I'm going to attempt some seed saving and try a second crop of arugula later in the season.  They may also go ahead and reseed themselves.  We'll have to wait and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F40ijyNlwGE/ThW0eJW47lI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bLTq_gEAxJY/s1600/BellPeppers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F40ijyNlwGE/ThW0eJW47lI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bLTq_gEAxJY/s400/BellPeppers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626601739470302802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's some teeny little bell peppers.  I forget if these are the yellow or the green/red ones, but either way they're looking good!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dbhd6_85jbw/ThW0dzYQNLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/foC-rQSYEbw/s1600/Cucumbers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dbhd6_85jbw/ThW0dzYQNLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/foC-rQSYEbw/s400/Cucumbers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626601733570442418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the cucumbers. Oh my the cucumbers!  These guys have just gone crazy this year!  I took this photo after picking a dozen cukes, so this was one of the bigger ones on the vine.  I've already pickled 4 big jars, made more Raita and Tzatziki than I know what to do with and am planning on making Cucumber and Hendrick's sorbet soon.  I might try to pull together a blog post on what to do with so many cucumbers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAC8pTfIang/ThW0dklX3ZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qJX6fFuBx1U/s1600/Okra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAC8pTfIang/ThW0dklX3ZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qJX6fFuBx1U/s400/Okra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626601729598938514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okra.  Hmmm.... Okra is a mystery to me.  Mac and I saw the plants at a farm stand and he convinced me to try it, so I did.  I've already cut a few, but I'm not sure what to do with them.  We'll have to see how that turns out.  But they do look like little space ships, sorta, which is cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_N4nEFDYKqk/ThW0dboMlmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XriIO9ZTZVc/s1600/Sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_N4nEFDYKqk/ThW0dboMlmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XriIO9ZTZVc/s400/Sunflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626601727194863202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sunflowers are going well, but are not as big as I thought they'd be.  They're only about chest high and it looks like they might bloom in the next week or so.  This one is planted right next to my garden gnome.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e71lPM47DHY/ThW0SMKYnlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-J-Fao_SSa4/s1600/Sungolds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e71lPM47DHY/ThW0SMKYnlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-J-Fao_SSa4/s400/Sungolds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626601534064729682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And tomatoes... The tomatoes have been interesting this year.  They started out well, then got some blighty-looking leaves, then I sprayed an organic fungicide on them and it looks like they're doing OK.  You can see in the photo above some of the yellow leaves, but more importantly, some of the nearly ripe sungold tomatoes!  These things are like candy.  It's kind of amazing.  And the plant is already as tall as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FvvPxqbzigY/ThW0R2H26TI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0nr4XqhM-sc/s1600/SanMarzanos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FvvPxqbzigY/ThW0R2H26TI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0nr4XqhM-sc/s400/SanMarzanos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626601528148551986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above are some San Marzano tomatoes.  I got these because they're supposed to be the best for making tomato sauce.  Last year I made sauce with some Early Girls and it was really good frozen and used up over the winter.  I'm hoping to do the same thing with these guys this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUeqL4yTitY/ThW0RJ4vgOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VKvGd04wshg/s1600/Volunteer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUeqL4yTitY/ThW0RJ4vgOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VKvGd04wshg/s400/Volunteer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626601516273991906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is my little volunteer tomato plant.  Actually this in one of two volunteer plants.  The other one is right in the mix with the other tomatoes, but this one sprouted in a row right next to the basil, so I put a cage around it to remind me that it wasn't a weed, and we'll see what happens!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition to these tomatoes, I also have an Early Girl and a Celebrity tomato plant.  Four plants that I planted, and 2 volunteers.  Hopefully it will be a good tomato crop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMQz0G_xHJo/ThW0Q5epxkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tLyKj7HTT_4/s1600/ZinniaBud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMQz0G_xHJo/ThW0Q5epxkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tLyKj7HTT_4/s400/ZinniaBud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626601511869597250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least, on a whim this year I decided to plant some Zinnias.  I have never grown flowers in my garden, outside of a couple of sunflowers, so this was kind of a new adventure.  And I LOVE them!  They make wonderful cut flowers, as you can see below, and they last a long time.  I love the way they look as little buds, too, as in the photo above.  I'll definitely plant these again in the future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rms1aB_rVtU/ThW0QiiEQgI/AAAAAAAAALw/UV1giECUPLo/s1600/Zinnias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rms1aB_rVtU/ThW0QiiEQgI/AAAAAAAAALw/UV1giECUPLo/s400/Zinnias.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626601505709900290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So overall the garden is going well.  I'm waiting to see how the Brussels Sprouts turn out, and I've already picked a handful of green beans, but I'm sure I'll get more as the summer goes on.  It's been a little different this year because I live much further from the garden then I did the past two years, but it's been really fun to ride my bike over with my gardening gloves and snips in my bike basket, and ride home with it full of goodies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-3122526662611236207?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/3122526662611236207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=3122526662611236207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3122526662611236207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3122526662611236207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/07/from-arugula-to-zinnias-garden-update.html' title='From Arugula to Zinnias: Garden Update Early July 2011'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5eAVLFdA9M/ThW0hs8hg9I/AAAAAAAAANA/xH4bJYn8tHc/s72-c/Garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-5727214863412878987</id><published>2011-06-23T12:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T15:02:30.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ajYWObaLpNQ/TgoCoearS3I/AAAAAAAAALo/o4ygxzvMc4c/s1600/DadPool.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ajYWObaLpNQ/TgoCoearS3I/AAAAAAAAALo/o4ygxzvMc4c/s400/DadPool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623309979108461426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weekend of Father's Day, I posted this photo to my facebook page and got a lot of really fun comments.  That's my brother Dan, me and my Dad in our Scooby Doo pool ca. 1980.  You can also see my brother John's feet in the lower left corner of the photo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Happy Father's Day, Dad and thanks for all the fun times we've had, and all the fun time we continue to have!  The pool's a little bit bigger now, but the family still fills it up!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-5727214863412878987?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/5727214863412878987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=5727214863412878987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/5727214863412878987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/5727214863412878987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ajYWObaLpNQ/TgoCoearS3I/AAAAAAAAALo/o4ygxzvMc4c/s72-c/DadPool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-4457654315417301612</id><published>2011-06-20T12:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T14:58:05.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art All Night, Trenton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxAV-YLj31s/TgoCaoLfdOI/AAAAAAAAALg/FUvraFflPqA/s1600/ArtAllNight1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxAV-YLj31s/TgoCaoLfdOI/AAAAAAAAALg/FUvraFflPqA/s400/ArtAllNight1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623309741210957026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the same day that I got to see Nathaniel get his Jr. Black Belt, Mac and I went into Trenton at around 10pm (I know, not something I usually do!), and went to &lt;a href="http://www.artworkstrenton.org/artallnight/index.html"&gt;Art All Night&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a 24 hour art exhibition, from Saturday afternoon, straight through to Sunday afternoon.  There was a lot of art exhibited in a huge old building, The Roebling Wireworks.  The artists ranged from professional all the way down to school kids.  It was pretty impressive.  There was also music and a food court.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DePjLzLaMPI/TgoCZs9HuQI/AAAAAAAAALY/XzdDSeqxLeQ/s1600/ArtAllNight2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DePjLzLaMPI/TgoCZs9HuQI/AAAAAAAAALY/XzdDSeqxLeQ/s400/ArtAllNight2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623309725312989442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of our favorite exhibitors was &lt;a href="http://www.buymytiki.com/gallery.htm"&gt;Glenn Moore&lt;/a&gt;, who makes these awesome metal tikis.  He also makes custom kazoos!  Pretty amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only were their lots of people out and about on a lovely spring evening, but there were LOTS of bugs!  I think every bug in Trenton was attracted to the huge lights they had set up.  Here's a fun shot with a slow shutter speed showing some of the bugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Erdz32McyLY/TgoCZULOfJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bpaynmS68QU/s1600/ArtAllNight3Bugs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Erdz32McyLY/TgoCZULOfJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bpaynmS68QU/s400/ArtAllNight3Bugs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623309718661266578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm glad we went to check it out.  It's always good to see positive things happening in Trenton and I like to support them when I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-4457654315417301612?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/4457654315417301612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=4457654315417301612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4457654315417301612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4457654315417301612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/06/art-all-night-trenton.html' title='Art All Night, Trenton'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxAV-YLj31s/TgoCaoLfdOI/AAAAAAAAALg/FUvraFflPqA/s72-c/ArtAllNight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-3168284483545199479</id><published>2011-06-20T12:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:43:39.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior Black Belt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDZCkTndWKE/TgoCJ7Tf-OI/AAAAAAAAALI/nFWt1tki_6s/s1600/01Punch.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDZCkTndWKE/TgoCJ7Tf-OI/AAAAAAAAALI/nFWt1tki_6s/s400/01Punch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623309454287042786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been over 2 years since I &lt;a href="http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2008/12/nathaniel-yellow-belt.html"&gt;last posted&lt;/a&gt; about Nathaniel's Tae Kwon Do adventures and he's really come a long way!  On Saturday, June 18th, I headed up to Montclair to see him test for his Junior Black Belt!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bgoI4ZRpfhE/TgoCJpjBgjI/AAAAAAAAALA/TLWbsuwC5y4/s1600/02KnifeHand.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bgoI4ZRpfhE/TgoCJpjBgjI/AAAAAAAAALA/TLWbsuwC5y4/s400/02KnifeHand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623309449520316978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The testing was (obviously) much more involved than the last one I saw and I was super impressed with Nathaniel's skill and concentration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bvaki63MXwU/TgoCJghDQ9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/2eRyuh8W964/s1600/03Kick.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bvaki63MXwU/TgoCJghDQ9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/2eRyuh8W964/s400/03Kick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623309447096124370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKcPQY2GIGw/TgoCCruWNkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7RnUxrDueXE/s1600/04Meditate.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKcPQY2GIGw/TgoCCruWNkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7RnUxrDueXE/s400/04Meditate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623309329845597762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is after the testing getting his new belt tied on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2eV0Z9S-GZY/TgoCCQjLLAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ec1UVV7DYX8/s1600/05Belt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2eV0Z9S-GZY/TgoCCQjLLAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ec1UVV7DYX8/s400/05Belt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623309322550979586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We was very proud indeed!  As he should be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oj2Q1clJF6o/TgoCCOlt8jI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oH78kzwe2cs/s1600/06Medal.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oj2Q1clJF6o/TgoCCOlt8jI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oH78kzwe2cs/s400/06Medal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623309322024776242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is with one of his favorite teachers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1QkmC43k2EQ/TgoCBoPzkhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5WblYZ2ScvU/s1600/07MasterMike.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1QkmC43k2EQ/TgoCBoPzkhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5WblYZ2ScvU/s400/07MasterMike.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623309311732322834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And with the proud parents, John and Jill.  It was so fun to see Nathaniel achieve this goal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-ABzdw7sFc/TgoCBVm9pWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/D76kGOjoLoc/s1600/08Family.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-ABzdw7sFc/TgoCBVm9pWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/D76kGOjoLoc/s400/08Family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623309306729178466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afterwards we went back to their place and I got to see Sebastian and Emerson, too.  Jill and I exchanged birthday gifts and since I got her a nice bottle of gin, we promptly made gin and tonics to enjoy in their back yard.  It was a lovely way to spend a Saturday!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-3168284483545199479?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/3168284483545199479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=3168284483545199479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3168284483545199479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3168284483545199479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/06/junior-black-belt.html' title='Junior Black Belt'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDZCkTndWKE/TgoCJ7Tf-OI/AAAAAAAAALI/nFWt1tki_6s/s72-c/01Punch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-1649217774635216812</id><published>2011-06-13T16:02:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:29:46.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday in the Hudson Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9IJBss68wKM/TgjuZRti9RI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KhlEGtDaKjI/s1600/01Breakfast.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9IJBss68wKM/TgjuZRti9RI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KhlEGtDaKjI/s400/01Breakfast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623006252790641938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people prefer to keep their birthday celebrations low-key, but I like to go all out!  This year it was a great excuse for Mac and I to spend a weekend exploring the Hudson Valley.  We left Princeton early on Saturday morning, June 11th, and headed straight to the &lt;a href="http://www.stonebarnscenter.org/"&gt;Stone Barns Center for Food and Agriculture&lt;/a&gt;, which is about a 2 hour drive.  We got there a little early for our 11am &lt;a href="http://www.stonebarnscenter.org/insiders-tour/"&gt;Insider's Tour&lt;/a&gt;, and took the extra time to stop at the &lt;a href="http://www.bluehillfarm.com/food/fact-sheet/blue-hill-cafe"&gt;Blue Hill Cafe&lt;/a&gt; and grab a little breakfast.  Blue Hill Cafe is the more casual, less expensive part of the Blue Hill restaurant which is on the property of Stone Barns.  They work closely together, but are actually two different entities.  I was hoping to do the full Farmer's Lunch at Blue Hill, but it was booked nearly two months in advance.  In the end, the Cafe and the tour was the perfect option.  Above you can see the amazing brioche that I had for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about Stone Barns was really lovely.  We were there on a somewhat cloudy day, which made the light very soft and pretty.  Zach, the head vegetable farmer, was our tour guide and he started the tour in his vegetable patch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8pj2U_mcWB8/TgjuZdV9KCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rzQobcQ27qU/s1600/02Veggies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8pj2U_mcWB8/TgjuZdV9KCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rzQobcQ27qU/s400/02Veggies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623006255912921122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He talked to us about how he has a 7 year plan for his crop rotation and how he prefers to plant on the full moon to increase the gravitational pull on the seeds.  He was very willing to answer all of our questions and did a great job taking us through all of the parts of the farm on our 1.5 hour tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view of Stone Barns from the vegetable garden.  It was built for the Rockefellers at the end of the 19th century.  It has had various uses, from storage facility to cattle farm, throughout it's history and opened to the public as Stone Barns in 2004.  It's a beautiful property, both the building and the land and I'm happy it's being used in such a great way now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsURmsFFp60/TgjuZBEJ3TI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yzpCoOhTWH8/s1600/03StoneBarns.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsURmsFFp60/TgjuZBEJ3TI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yzpCoOhTWH8/s400/03StoneBarns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623006248322063666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next stop on our tour was to see the egg-laying hens.  And boy, were they excited to see us!  When our little tour group walked up all of the chickens rushed over to see what was going on.  It was really neat.  They are free range hens, as you can see there is just a little wire fence keeping them in.  And sometimes one or two get out.  Zach mentioned that there was one very determined hen who kept escaping and trying to roost next to the front gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq0nCfvqV0A/TgjuS1OCWHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yM3_ena_C-c/s1600/04Chickens.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq0nCfvqV0A/TgjuS1OCWHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yM3_ena_C-c/s400/04Chickens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623006142063073394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next we saw the little lambs.  Oh my goodness these guys are so cute!  Seriously, how can people eat these little guys?!  It was a little creepy to know that most of the livestock we'd be seeing would end up on plates eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GMr88DCbeaY/TgjuSlZG5MI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2aKj6OBEeOc/s1600/05Lambs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GMr88DCbeaY/TgjuSlZG5MI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2aKj6OBEeOc/s400/05Lambs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623006137814541506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we took a lovely walk through the woods and came to the pig sty.  The thing about going to the farm in the spring is that all the baby animals are around.  So yes, there were even cute little piggies.  The interesting thing about the pigs is that they are moved to different spots in the woods so that they don't completely destroy one particular spot.  They do a really nice job of clearing out all of the vegetation and rooting up the soil as they look for food.  This works well for the farmer, too, since they are trying to cultivate specific plants in the forest, so once the pigs clear everything out of one spot, the farmer can move in and plant what they want there, in this case rye grass.  They also use the pigs in the meadow, if invasive species are overtaking the native plants, they can move the pigs to that area and then re-plant the native plants that they want growing there.  It's amazing how everything on the farm works together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRg2GfTfy9U/TgjuSM-tvAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/AR9fDAyRSwk/s1600/06Pigs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRg2GfTfy9U/TgjuSM-tvAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/AR9fDAyRSwk/s400/06Pigs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623006131261389826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of working together, the next stop was the compost piles.  Everything that can be composted on the farm, is.  They not only create enough compost of their own farm, but enough to sell by the truckload for neighboring farms and to sell in bags to the home gardener.  This is our tour guide and farmer extraordinaire, Zach, talking about the compost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mywbRPp1cFs/TgjuR56L1RI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6T7rls6hEjI/s1600/07Zach.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mywbRPp1cFs/TgjuR56L1RI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6T7rls6hEjI/s400/07Zach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623006126142117138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also made a stop at the green houses where they grow the more fragile crops like lettuces and herbs.  All the different colors of lettuces made it so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4cKePcrneQ/TgjuRvchmuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dT4rsJnhDlg/s1600/08Greenhouse.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4cKePcrneQ/TgjuRvchmuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dT4rsJnhDlg/s400/08Greenhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623006123333360354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also went to see the chickens and turkeys that are raised for meat.  It was kind of sad to see the cute, fuzzy, clueless little turkeys that are destined for Thanksgiving tables.  Mac made sure to use of the odorless, composting toilet that was on the premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GuLiuVuXBMk/TgjuItTFWcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Q0SjvADH6dg/s1600/09Potty.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GuLiuVuXBMk/TgjuItTFWcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Q0SjvADH6dg/s400/09Potty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005968138066370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went back to the stone barns to visit the gift shop and grab a delicious lunch from the cafe.  They had an amazing bean salad, quinoa salad, stuffed bread and one of the best frittatas I've ever had.  We washed it down with fresh brewed iced tea and topped it off with a cupcake!  The food really was outstanding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jnxYSrsXLU/TgjuINriNWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-LzRO3ifqhI/s1600/10Lunch.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jnxYSrsXLU/TgjuINriNWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-LzRO3ifqhI/s400/10Lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005959650686306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have a terrace garden where they hold the farmer's market, which we also stopped to check out.  This is how they trellis their peas!  It was so pretty, and functional:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrnZbPVvVyY/TgjuH_W3ulI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pTiNXfmcdlg/s1600/11PeaTrellis.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrnZbPVvVyY/TgjuH_W3ulI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pTiNXfmcdlg/s400/11PeaTrellis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005955805919826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We picked up some french breakfast radishes at the market.  They were a little too spicy for me, but perfect for Mac:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSUy1qLn2jo/TgjuHD17eBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6WzoysI-kQk/s1600/12Radishes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSUy1qLn2jo/TgjuHD17eBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6WzoysI-kQk/s400/12Radishes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005939830061074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we took some fun photos by the awesome pea trellises:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_op0nmFT5M/TgjuHFjvEtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/M7EqkgI1Tyo/s1600/13Beth.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_op0nmFT5M/TgjuHFjvEtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/M7EqkgI1Tyo/s400/13Beth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005940290622162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j-6ahmcHxZI/Tgjt6JRzMOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_wXyV_0MHFc/s1600/14MacBeth.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j-6ahmcHxZI/Tgjt6JRzMOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_wXyV_0MHFc/s400/14MacBeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005717950836962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our next stop was the &lt;a href="http://tuthilltown.com/"&gt;Tuthilltown Distillery&lt;/a&gt;, which was about an hour drive north.  We stopped at a viewpoint to see the Hudson River from above:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XZVxMJijAt0/Tgjt5SNqGmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V00S3cX3Opg/s1600/15River.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XZVxMJijAt0/Tgjt5SNqGmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V00S3cX3Opg/s400/15River.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005703169514082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It rained for most of the drive up to the distillery, but had let up when we got there.  The parking lot was still really muddy, though.  In this photo you can see the distillery on the right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQmMse9ro5o/Tgjt5QrzgfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XmEu0P0xxco/s1600/16Sign.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQmMse9ro5o/Tgjt5QrzgfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XmEu0P0xxco/s400/16Sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005702759088626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got there just in time for our 4pm tour and tasting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KRowThImWuk/Tgjt5Je_wyI/AAAAAAAAAII/nNhH229rsGc/s1600/17Open.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KRowThImWuk/Tgjt5Je_wyI/AAAAAAAAAII/nNhH229rsGc/s400/17Open.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005700826317602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our tour guide, Cordell, and he was very passionate and knowledgeable about making whiskey.  The two stills you see here are the smaller and older stills, but still functioning.  The brand-new larger still is next to them and had to be installed with a crane that lowered it through the roof of the barn.  They also had to build a cupola on top of the barn to make it fit.  They needed the new still because they just signed a deal for worldwide distribution of their whiskeys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MRMzF1emVyo/Tgjt4k8xVoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8QJk28Bw5zY/s1600/18Stills.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MRMzF1emVyo/Tgjt4k8xVoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8QJk28Bw5zY/s400/18Stills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005691019089538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the awesome tour, we were ready for the tasting.  We were only allowed to have 3 tastes per person, and you couldn't share.  Mac and I tasted different things and smelled each other's other tastings that we weren't allowed to taste.  This is a NY State law, by the way, not just something weird that they came up with.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3J_2DxAZRQ/TgjtvqOfStI/AAAAAAAAAH4/U20KoxWRxhk/s1600/19Tasting.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3J_2DxAZRQ/TgjtvqOfStI/AAAAAAAAAH4/U20KoxWRxhk/s400/19Tasting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005537816758994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These folks are running out of space, fast!  Here's actual whiskey being aged in barrels in their tasting room and store.  They'll be building a new storage facility soon to keep up with the larger demand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9WhBeyFVfM/TgjtvTZinHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/X7mD4iANlWg/s1600/20Barrels.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9WhBeyFVfM/TgjtvTZinHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/X7mD4iANlWg/s400/20Barrels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005531689098354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, we couldn't walk away empty handed!  We got 2 bottles of whiskey, one bottle of rum, our tasting glasses and some empty glass bottles.  It was a great way to spend the afternoon!  And these whiskeys are outstanding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaJGnMH02WE/Tgjtu4HlCoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vQIMr0kzZMc/s1600/21Whiskey.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaJGnMH02WE/Tgjtu4HlCoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vQIMr0kzZMc/s400/21Whiskey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005524366002818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After leaving the Distillery, we headed to our bed and breakfast and checked in.  We then headed to the Walkway Over the Hudson, which is a cool pedestrian/biking bridge that used to be a rail bridge.  It was a cloudy, drizzly evening, but it was still cool to see.  We'll have to come back when it's sunnier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqgbMdy3818/TgjtukMS6DI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S5Yj4jvqxyU/s1600/22Walkway.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqgbMdy3818/TgjtukMS6DI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S5Yj4jvqxyU/s400/22Walkway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005519017076786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this was the perfect chance for Mac to teach me about Froude numbers.  What do you mean you don't know what a Froude number is?  Look it up &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Froude_number"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qihGHcGxLng/TgjtuQufx4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/z6BC1YM7jks/s1600/23Froude.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qihGHcGxLng/TgjtuQufx4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/z6BC1YM7jks/s400/23Froude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005513791817602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After leaving Walkway Over the Hudson we headed into New Paltz for dinner.  We stopped first at &lt;a href="http://www.gildedotter.com/splash.htm"&gt;Guilded Otter Brewery&lt;/a&gt; for a tasting flight (I know - we did a lot of tasting that day!) and then headed to &lt;a href="http://www.rockdapasta.com/"&gt;Rock Da Pasta&lt;/a&gt; for dinner.  It was fun to see some of the nightlife in New Paltz.  After dinner we headed back to the B&amp;amp;B and rested up for another packed day on Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning we woke up kind of early (for the weekend), enjoyed a nice breakfast at the B&amp;amp;B, checked out and headed down to Beacon Docks for our 10am cruise on &lt;a href="http://www.clearwater.org/about/"&gt;The Hudson River Sloop Clearwater&lt;/a&gt;!  There is so much to say about Clearwater, about how &lt;a href="http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2009/05/pete-seeger-kissed-me-on-cheek.html"&gt;Pete Seeger&lt;/a&gt; and some friends built it and launched it in 1969 to draw attention to the horrible pollution that was ruining the Hudson River, about how ship-board education programs the world over and based on this idea of taking people out on the water to see it with their own eyes, and about the mainsail on the sloop that's the third largest sail in the US today.  The ship is a historic replica of sloops that frequented the Hudson for trade purposes in the 18th and 19th century.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLV2Q1RtaKI/Tgjthjo8r2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Y9aGuMKEF-4/s1600/24Clearwater.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLV2Q1RtaKI/Tgjthjo8r2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Y9aGuMKEF-4/s400/24Clearwater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005295530520418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_Iqo_cofdM/TgjthGt_6bI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-JlQKflkX7o/s1600/25Clearwater.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_Iqo_cofdM/TgjthGt_6bI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-JlQKflkX7o/s400/25Clearwater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005287767075250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crew asked for help in raising the sails and Mac was a willing volunteer.  Actually most of the people on board were willing volunteers, so I decided to just take photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uA9eugC-UTE/Tgjtg3lMPcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xFo-C1665tI/s1600/26Hoist.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uA9eugC-UTE/Tgjtg3lMPcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xFo-C1665tI/s400/26Hoist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005283703602626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's our Captain, Nick, letting some kids help with the steering.  It was so funny to hear him yell "Midships!" (which means to bring the tiller to the center of the boat) and to hear them answer "Midships" in return with their little kid voices.  He and the whole crew were wonderful and willing to answer tons of questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1SiCgraW9iE/Tgjtg1CV91I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ohx3K3HK2q8/s1600/27CrewKids.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1SiCgraW9iE/Tgjtg1CV91I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ohx3K3HK2q8/s400/27CrewKids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005283020568402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mac took a turn steering the ship, too.  Here he is with Carlos, another crew member, talking about the wind on the river.  There really wasn't much wind that day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPYsGZLNAhE/TgjtgTJJxdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KU1newmwIWk/s1600/28MacCarlos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPYsGZLNAhE/TgjtgTJJxdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KU1newmwIWk/s400/28MacCarlos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005273922323922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mac on the tiller:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cPx_7SsfiM/TgjtVRUrZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/nAGNOxQ9W7Q/s1600/29MacHand.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cPx_7SsfiM/TgjtVRUrZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/nAGNOxQ9W7Q/s400/29MacHand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005084455233522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I took a turn steering, too.  It was a fairly calm day, so it wasn't too hard.  Capt. Nick said that in rough waters it sometimes takes the whole crew on the tiller to turn the boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-glSEglz-XCo/TgjtVc7XNsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cCuzX0jB8GM/s1600/30BethSteer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-glSEglz-XCo/TgjtVc7XNsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cCuzX0jB8GM/s400/30BethSteer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005087570278082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I did it all by myself.  It was really neat to learn even a little bit about how such a big boat navigates the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2qp1z_mYEFE/TgjtUl2tqhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EELu7r9cLuk/s1600/31BethSteer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2qp1z_mYEFE/TgjtUl2tqhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EELu7r9cLuk/s400/31BethSteer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005072786827794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also got to see the downstairs of the boat where the crew sleeps.  It was tight quarters, for sure!  One thing that caught my eye was the bookshelf full of literature and sea-faring titles, and an entire shelf devoted to "Songs and Shanties".  Pete Seeger definitely left his mark here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkqSi2jffRo/TgjtUemoBFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iOXUUBjkYI0/s1600/32Books.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkqSi2jffRo/TgjtUemoBFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iOXUUBjkYI0/s400/32Books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005070840300626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a nice shot of Mac and I toward the end of the cruise when the sun actually started to peak out of the clouds for a little bit.  Believe it or not, I got a little sunburn on the cruise.  It's amazing how, even on a cloudy day, having no shade can still get you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iR5_NttgKbY/TgjtTdV3bHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qaQl9Wdyo5o/s1600/33BethMac.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iR5_NttgKbY/TgjtTdV3bHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qaQl9Wdyo5o/s400/33BethMac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623005053321702514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And right before they took down the sails, we observed a moment of silence to appreciate our surroundings, the sounds of the river and to think our own thoughts.  At the end, one of the crew members played a tune on her mandolin.  Every cruise that the Clearwater takes includes those two opposite things: silence and music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoUnMuz97bI/TgjtJMast1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/nixrY0fzl8I/s1600/34Music.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoUnMuz97bI/TgjtJMast1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/nixrY0fzl8I/s400/34Music.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623004876979877714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we were pulling into the dock, the Sloop Club's other boat, the Woody Guthrie, was setting out.  The Woody Guthrie is a 1/3 size sloop replica, so it has the same shape, but holds fewer people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4Xs5IrADU4/TgjtI9faZKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dpt8gfe4NCE/s1600/35WoodyGuthrie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4Xs5IrADU4/TgjtI9faZKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dpt8gfe4NCE/s400/35WoodyGuthrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623004872973116578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, just for my birthday, Beacon was having it's annual Strawberry Festival!  So after saying goodbye to the crew and leaving the Clearwater, we walked over to the festival and had some lunch, topped off with some amazing and generous Strawberry Shortcake!  This was totally worth the wait in line!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WoB9nXwA25A/TgjtIe4TMZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hoe6h1-1EwE/s1600/36Strawberries.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WoB9nXwA25A/TgjtIe4TMZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hoe6h1-1EwE/s400/36Strawberries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623004864756003218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After stuffing ourselves on shortcake, we walked over to &lt;a href="http://www.diabeacon.org/"&gt;Dia: Beacon&lt;/a&gt;, a contemporary art museum.  It's housed in a huge old factory and the space is quite amazing.  Mac was less impressed with the art, but it was still fun to see, and admission was included in the price of our cruise, so it was worth checking out.  We weren't allowed to take photos in the museum, but on the way out we saw this snake in the grass.  Looks like he just ate an egg or something.  Mac said "That was the most interesting thing I saw at this museum today."  Not a huge contemporary art fan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nxpaJCtID1k/TgjtH-JlXZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9C1gk1j-oi4/s1600/37SnakeDIA.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nxpaJCtID1k/TgjtH-JlXZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9C1gk1j-oi4/s400/37SnakeDIA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623004855970127250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the museum we headed back to the car and drove a little out of our way (OK, completely out of our way) to this place we saw advertised in a local paper that claimed to have the World's Largest Garden Gnome AND Farm-themed Mini-Golf.  We were only an hour away, and had the time to spare, so we went to check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It did not disappoint!  Homegrown Mini-Golf was amazing.  The whole course is planted with edible plants and they encourage you to taste as you golf.  The best was that the strawberries were ripe!  But we also tried lettuces and different herbs, too.  It was really cool.  Here's the entrance to Mini-Golf, with the gnome behind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nsuiWL_ahzw/TgjtHSkaDeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gmg9GD1Iw_k/s1600/38MiniGolf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nsuiWL_ahzw/TgjtHSkaDeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gmg9GD1Iw_k/s400/38MiniGolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623004844271472098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a photo of me with Chomsky, the World's (formerly) Largest Garden Gnome:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHtJlvGXUNY/Tgjs73-vHRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XcxSpTQ0kGM/s1600/39Gnome.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHtJlvGXUNY/Tgjs73-vHRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XcxSpTQ0kGM/s400/39Gnome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623004648155585810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently some overly ambitious people in Iowa have built a larger gnome since this designation was bestowed on Chomsky, but it was still pretty cool to see.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an amazing birthday weekend!  Even though it was cloudy for most of it, Mac and I managed to have a good time and dance through what raindrops there were.  I'm looking forward to an awesome year ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-1649217774635216812?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/1649217774635216812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=1649217774635216812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/1649217774635216812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/1649217774635216812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/06/birthday-in-hudson-valley.html' title='Birthday in the Hudson Valley'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9IJBss68wKM/TgjuZRti9RI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KhlEGtDaKjI/s72-c/01Breakfast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-8448361204881654493</id><published>2011-06-10T15:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:16:56.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phillies Game in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUv1iIgwiRg/TgjhSXWIp_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/smK_0AE6UrQ/s1600/Phillies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 365px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUv1iIgwiRg/TgjhSXWIp_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/smK_0AE6UrQ/s400/Phillies1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622991840392816626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On June 9th my parents and I and my friend Karen all went to the Phillies game.  It was a hot humid day, with highs nearing 100° and humidity to match.  But we all made it and found our seats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in the 3rd inning (I think), the wind picked up and this huge black cloud moved over the stadium, then the wind REALLY picked up!  It blew the hat right off of my dad's head!  We, and everyone else in the seats, ran for cover.  It was total choas as a violent, windy, thunderstorm blew through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5e-6hJd9JA/TgjhR1jdq5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/mHlvcccd6Uk/s1600/Phillies3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5e-6hJd9JA/TgjhR1jdq5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/mHlvcccd6Uk/s400/Phillies3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622991831321914258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Karen and I trying to stay dry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnVTDotpWyY/TgjhPe1wSmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/x462GG9GVu0/s1600/Phillies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnVTDotpWyY/TgjhPe1wSmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/x462GG9GVu0/s400/Phillies2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622991790864878178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And me with my parents.  If nothing else it was a memorable game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNOgHvKjCS4/TgjhPBjN3FI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OnRDxVObizs/s1600/Phillies4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNOgHvKjCS4/TgjhPBjN3FI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OnRDxVObizs/s400/Phillies4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622991783002496082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After about 20 minutes the rain died down and the grounds crew got to work uncovering the field:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5da8601383e3c55b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5da8601383e3c55b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B1846E1E89963DD00169D89E7D64F206182854C.F423CAD89F887637F916D19F305E511B57F0974%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5da8601383e3c55b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuZDDzXcfGckTK07-L4qZ324m8Ts&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5da8601383e3c55b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B1846E1E89963DD00169D89E7D64F206182854C.F423CAD89F887637F916D19F305E511B57F0974%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5da8601383e3c55b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuZDDzXcfGckTK07-L4qZ324m8Ts&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was A LOT of water on the field, but they're obviously equipped to deal with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hqGARqYHwXE/TgjhHZ_EbkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JKV7y4NJi4M/s400/Phillies5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622991652122816066" border="0" /&gt;The game picked up where it left off. You know the storm came on quick because they actually called the game in the middle of an at bat.  So they picked it up at a full count.  We stuck around until after the 7th inning stretch, but it was nearing 11pm by that point, so we decided to call it a night, especially since I had to drive Karen back to Trenton and then myself back to Princeton.  The amazing thing is that the game was still on when I got home!  It had gone into extra innings and the Cubs eventually won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly a night to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-8448361204881654493?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/8448361204881654493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=8448361204881654493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/8448361204881654493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/8448361204881654493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/06/phillies-game-in-rain.html' title='Phillies Game in the Rain'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUv1iIgwiRg/TgjhSXWIp_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/smK_0AE6UrQ/s72-c/Phillies1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-1841497709673291145</id><published>2011-06-08T15:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:50:31.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Visit with Todd, Jocelyn and the Kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7auu_BQaLg/TgjfcqHMwkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5tW9lIWT1Mk/s1600/01Beckett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7auu_BQaLg/TgjfcqHMwkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5tW9lIWT1Mk/s400/01Beckett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989818205880898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Monday, June 6th I had the wonderful opportunity to hang out with my good friend Jocelyn, her husband Todd and their adorable kids Meadow and Beckett.  They were in the Washington, DC area to celebrate Jocelyn's Grandma's 90th birthday, so I took a couple days off work and drove down to see them.  I drove down Sunday evening and had a great dinner with Sylvie and Miriam and spent the night with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I met up with Jocelyn and her family at Brookside Park in Maryland.  This is a great botanic garden with a butterfly house.  We went to the butterfly house first and the kids had a good time.  It was especially fun when a butterfly landed on Beckett's head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCfjIMGBqgY/TgjfYi1ONUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lZuL8YqIics/s1600/02BButterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCfjIMGBqgY/TgjfYi1ONUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lZuL8YqIics/s400/02BButterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989747531953474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZgPGHOy4wc/TgjfYcaNUGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_EYB6oqPaHI/s1600/03MButterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZgPGHOy4wc/TgjfYcaNUGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_EYB6oqPaHI/s400/03MButterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989745808035938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a warm day, but we enjoyed exploring all the different gardens and just getting to hang out.  Here's a cute shot of Meadow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJQadK9B8FM/TgjfYS9cBDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/80jY7CV-4DM/s1600/04M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJQadK9B8FM/TgjfYS9cBDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/80jY7CV-4DM/s400/04M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989743271445554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also had a kid's garden with little places to go, like this little "gnome's house" that was just Meadow's size:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qfndrw9gJc/TgjfX0BuP7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/cRijtnlZfUs/s1600/05MGnomeHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qfndrw9gJc/TgjfX0BuP7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/cRijtnlZfUs/s400/05MGnomeHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989734967918514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After enjoying the morning at Brookside, we all went around the corner to another part of the park that had a pavilion for a nice picnic lunch, a carousel and a miniature train!  Here's a shot showing that Jocelyn is tall enough to ride alone, but Meadow still has some growing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mipWs3czLK8/TgjfXi39_uI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lIQMeSLCaJY/s1600/06JMCarousel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mipWs3czLK8/TgjfXi39_uI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lIQMeSLCaJY/s400/06JMCarousel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989730363604706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Todd took the kids on the carousel multiple times.  Here his with Meadow in their cool shades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Dp10eX8xTM/TgjfL4Fb_eI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8dqGPhpYLoc/s1600/07TMCarousel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Dp10eX8xTM/TgjfL4Fb_eI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8dqGPhpYLoc/s400/07TMCarousel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989529898810850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meadow also got to ride the train a couple times.  She went once with Jocelyn and I and then again with Todd, Beckett and Jocelyn's parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1bnd7EEGio/TgjfLtRIaGI/AAAAAAAAADw/qc5j7x0zxUo/s1600/08TrainFam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1bnd7EEGio/TgjfLtRIaGI/AAAAAAAAADw/qc5j7x0zxUo/s400/08TrainFam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989526995069026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was actually a longer train ride than you might expect and went all through the woods.  The kids really loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Taa4pGDDrx4/TgjfLEXYbtI/AAAAAAAAADo/zSg26EDmTCA/s1600/09Train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Taa4pGDDrx4/TgjfLEXYbtI/AAAAAAAAADo/zSg26EDmTCA/s400/09Train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989516015431378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Todd on the carousel again, this time with Beckett, too.  Meadow is clearly loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-p9uCkleUQ/TgjfLDpklPI/AAAAAAAAADg/PMAiLd_Q57U/s1600/10TMBCarousel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-p9uCkleUQ/TgjfLDpklPI/AAAAAAAAADg/PMAiLd_Q57U/s400/10TMBCarousel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989515823289586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a nice afternoon with rides and ice cream and a nap for Beckett, we headed over to Jocelyn's Grandma's apartment for a bit and then headed out to dinner with the whole family.  Here's a cute photo of Beckett at dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kye7S_QOJdI/TgjfKsSnSDI/AAAAAAAAADY/oWjkm2VIEsw/s1600/11Beckett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kye7S_QOJdI/TgjfKsSnSDI/AAAAAAAAADY/oWjkm2VIEsw/s400/11Beckett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989509552982066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The restaurant gave Meadow and Beckett balloons and when we got into the parking lot Meadow wanted to let hers go.  Here she is watching it fly away.  You can see its shadow in the upper right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpOaMlsGGck/TgjfBLBPawI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KLNciPitIpA/s1600/12MBalloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpOaMlsGGck/TgjfBLBPawI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KLNciPitIpA/s400/12MBalloon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989346002922242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's Todd and Beckett watching the balloons fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZG0HTJv988/TgjfBGi7bXI/AAAAAAAAADI/XyA22EmwM5I/s1600/13Balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZG0HTJv988/TgjfBGi7bXI/AAAAAAAAADI/XyA22EmwM5I/s400/13Balloons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989344802041202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right as we were getting ready to leave, I realized that I hadn't gotten a photo of Jocelyn, Todd and the kiddos.  So here they are next to their rental mini-van.  What a cute family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBDnMWYUNhk/TgjfAuVra0I/AAAAAAAAADA/ohP6O4pxIL4/s1600/14VanHees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBDnMWYUNhk/TgjfAuVra0I/AAAAAAAAADA/ohP6O4pxIL4/s400/14VanHees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989338304015170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then Todd was nice enough to take a cute photo of me and Jocelyn.  It's so great to get to hang out with old friends.  Jocelyn and I lived in Chicago together, with Jerri and Mark, over a decade ago!  Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdULAHzUaO0/TgjfAKgZQKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AXIOPhsHrgM/s1600/15JocBeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdULAHzUaO0/TgjfAKgZQKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AXIOPhsHrgM/s400/15JocBeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989328685285538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the kiddos getting ready to go.  What cuties!  It was great to finally meet Beckett and to see Meadow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5yKhwcA_yw/TgjfAAksGFI/AAAAAAAAACw/mQLCigqt10s/s1600/16MBVan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5yKhwcA_yw/TgjfAAksGFI/AAAAAAAAACw/mQLCigqt10s/s400/16MBVan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622989326018943058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It had been way too long since I saw Jocelyn.  Hopefully we'll get to see each other again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying goodbye to Jocelyn, I headed back to Sylvie and Miriam's and spent the night with them again, and drove home Tuesday, stopping at my parent's house to have lunch with my Dad.  It was a awesome way to spend a couple days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-1841497709673291145?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/1841497709673291145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=1841497709673291145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/1841497709673291145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/1841497709673291145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/06/quick-visit-with-todd-jocelyn-and.html' title='A Quick Visit with Todd, Jocelyn and the Kiddos'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7auu_BQaLg/TgjfcqHMwkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5tW9lIWT1Mk/s72-c/01Beckett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-5275376024863077759</id><published>2011-05-30T15:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:02:34.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Canoeing fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi2AEiuju38/TgjXXH_l0cI/AAAAAAAAACo/IOnAD24Xuo8/s1600/Canoeing.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi2AEiuju38/TgjXXH_l0cI/AAAAAAAAACo/IOnAD24Xuo8/s400/Canoeing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980927054795202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the Sunday of Reunions Weekend some friends from Philly came up to go canoeing.  Mike was still in town (on the left) and Tyler joined us, too (at the bottom).  It was the first time we'd been out this season, and it was a lot of fun.  And after that we all met up with even more people and went to Winberie's for a fun dinner.  It was a great way to finish a long and fun weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-5275376024863077759?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/5275376024863077759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=5275376024863077759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/5275376024863077759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/5275376024863077759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/05/canoeing-fun.html' title='Canoeing fun'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi2AEiuju38/TgjXXH_l0cI/AAAAAAAAACo/IOnAD24Xuo8/s72-c/Canoeing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-5408708640632392517</id><published>2011-05-29T15:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T12:58:16.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Princeton Reunions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxjtSgCkPvA/TgjWvd2m36I/AAAAAAAAACg/e0hKQMBLrLo/s1600/Team.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxjtSgCkPvA/TgjWvd2m36I/AAAAAAAAACg/e0hKQMBLrLo/s400/Team.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980245727928226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah yes, it's that time of year again, when all the orange clothes get pulled out of Princeton Alum's closets and they all converge at the University for a weekend of drinking and donating money.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The recent grads of Mac's program don't quite fall into the category.  They prefer to come back and play softball with those who haven't graduated yet.  On May 28th a bunch of current grad students and recent grads got together for the first MAE Reunions Softball Game.  You can see the Motley Crew gathered above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is Mac's old roommate and recently former grad student, Mike, AKA Dino-Mike, in his standard slugger stance.  The team lost a great hitter (and heckler) when he became Dr. Mike and moved to Chicago.  It was fun to have him back on the team for a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZiQwRXE8YM/TgjWsmBtjVI/AAAAAAAAACY/KanGcqt6Os8/s1600/SluggerMike.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZiQwRXE8YM/TgjWsmBtjVI/AAAAAAAAACY/KanGcqt6Os8/s400/SluggerMike.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980196382379346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, there had to be a way to pick which team would choose first and get home-field advantage, so that was determined by the winner of a dizzy bat race.  If you've been to a minor league baseball game, you've seen a dizzy bat race, but not one that included shotgunning a beer after running to and from third base.  It was reunions after all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45dLJJO817k/TgjWr_agwuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j1hr2Wbi4oo/s1600/DizzyBat.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45dLJJO817k/TgjWr_agwuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j1hr2Wbi4oo/s400/DizzyBat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980186017415906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the game, Mac and I headed into main campus to catch the end of the P-Rade.  We caught the end of it and also some of the aftermath!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6AA-uE202eg/TgjWrpNfp6I/AAAAAAAAACI/tTslnvo_wGc/s1600/PostPRade1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6AA-uE202eg/TgjWrpNfp6I/AAAAAAAAACI/tTslnvo_wGc/s400/PostPRade1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980180057237410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The amazing part is that the grounds crew was right behind the parade cleaning everything up.  It's amazing how they've got this whole weekend down to a T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HsXedXXiLJA/TgjWreXAH_I/AAAAAAAAACA/Ic8czKdOTLA/s1600/PostPRade2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HsXedXXiLJA/TgjWreXAH_I/AAAAAAAAACA/Ic8czKdOTLA/s400/PostPRade2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980177144324082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that evening we had a picnic dinner with friends and watched the best fireworks I've ever seen.  This is a million dollar fireworks show!  It even comes with a program so that you can pay attention to certain fireworks that are used that are particularly interesting or rare.  Did you know that orange fireworks are hard to come by?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BvxKwFq3Mc/TgjWrJncnsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rEcb-lupVVs/s1600/Fireworks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BvxKwFq3Mc/TgjWrJncnsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rEcb-lupVVs/s400/Fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622980171576155842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course there was dancing.  Lots of dancing into the wee hours of the morning.  Reunions is fun, but I'm glad it only happens once a year.  It's a lot to keep up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-5408708640632392517?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/5408708640632392517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=5408708640632392517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/5408708640632392517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/5408708640632392517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/05/princeton-reunions.html' title='Princeton Reunions!'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxjtSgCkPvA/TgjWvd2m36I/AAAAAAAAACg/e0hKQMBLrLo/s72-c/Team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-1296730941190618237</id><published>2011-05-27T14:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T12:47:23.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathaniel on the Drums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3H13ZcBdV0/TgjTJBKSocI/AAAAAAAAABw/cgJyioVu_b8/s1600/Drums1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3H13ZcBdV0/TgjTJBKSocI/AAAAAAAAABw/cgJyioVu_b8/s400/Drums1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622976286655947202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On May 24th, I took the day off work and drove up to Montclair to see Nathaniel in his school's choir and drum corps concert.  On the way, my muffler nearly fell off on the NJ Turnpike, but a very nice guy at a gas station put it back on for only $10 and I was on my way.  I didn't get to have lunch with Jill, as planned, but we did get to see the concert!  As you can see from the photo above, Nathaniel played a bass drum way in the back row, but he loved it!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is a photo of most of Hillside's Junior Drum Corps.  Nathaniel is soon auditioning for Drums of Thunder, the famous Hillside Drum Corps that performs in places like Madison Square Garden and the White House.  (update: Nathaniel was accepted into Drums of Thunder! The next two years should be exciting!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfbhWP22Azo/TgjTI7sOnyI/AAAAAAAAABo/J-jL1dH5lng/s1600/Drums2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfbhWP22Azo/TgjTI7sOnyI/AAAAAAAAABo/J-jL1dH5lng/s400/Drums2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622976285187677986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the concert I got to take Nathaniel home and he and Sebastian enjoyed showing off their biking skills in the cul-de-sac near their house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aXiUTPSK2jI/TgjTIsxAr3I/AAAAAAAAABg/D7c4lr1exNg/s1600/NatBike.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aXiUTPSK2jI/TgjTIsxAr3I/AAAAAAAAABg/D7c4lr1exNg/s400/NatBike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622976281181204338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are such cute brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oa_0BSJ-9fk/TgjS2w7e5TI/AAAAAAAAABY/Yww1HM5oqsY/s1600/Brothers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oa_0BSJ-9fk/TgjS2w7e5TI/AAAAAAAAABY/Yww1HM5oqsY/s400/Brothers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622975973061223730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wait, did I say "cute"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jFYSMpE0Pw/TgjS2IeCg3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/XPus2ry0Ngg/s1600/FunnyFaces.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jFYSMpE0Pw/TgjS2IeCg3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/XPus2ry0Ngg/s400/FunnyFaces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622975962200310642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sebastian was very proud to be able to ride with one hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbBQF_OtREk/TgjS1h8DKTI/AAAAAAAAABI/O5HKzdbh4tw/s1600/OneHand.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbBQF_OtREk/TgjS1h8DKTI/AAAAAAAAABI/O5HKzdbh4tw/s400/OneHand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622975951857199410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Nathaniel practiced popping wheelies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xcx4VLoJy7E/TgjS1KGlQMI/AAAAAAAAABA/tgkpBY0VuAY/s1600/Wheelie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xcx4VLoJy7E/TgjS1KGlQMI/AAAAAAAAABA/tgkpBY0VuAY/s400/Wheelie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622975945458925762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emerson was at a friend's house for a play date, but Nathaniel, Sebastian and I had tons of fun.  And when it was time for me to go, Nathaniel and Sebastian wanted me to stay.  Here's Nathaniel posing like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rpdsl5Nvvho/TgjS0xPMhVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/E51S4K6fHAE/s1600/NatBeth.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rpdsl5Nvvho/TgjS0xPMhVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/E51S4K6fHAE/s400/NatBeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622975938784167250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stayed long enough to see John and Emerson, but I did leave in time to beat the rush hour traffic home.  It was a great use of a vacation day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-1296730941190618237?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/1296730941190618237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=1296730941190618237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/1296730941190618237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/1296730941190618237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/05/nathaniel-on-drums.html' title='Nathaniel on the Drums'/><author><name>Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244744832459064122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3H13ZcBdV0/TgjTJBKSocI/AAAAAAAAABw/cgJyioVu_b8/s72-c/Drums1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-6967620770254918505</id><published>2011-05-17T16:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T16:48:00.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dmitry and Mel's Wedding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tCs4_zkfq0A/TdLdjck_4_I/AAAAAAAADCY/j6thjK_wUCI/s1600/DimaMel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tCs4_zkfq0A/TdLdjck_4_I/AAAAAAAADCY/j6thjK_wUCI/s400/DimaMel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607788087066223602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Sunday Mac and I and some friends from his lab headed up to Rutgers Garden to celebrate the wedding of Dmitry and Mel.  Dmitry is Mac's friend from his lab.  A fun time was had  by all!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mac found bubbles in his jacket pocket from the wedding we went to last July, and they came in handy throughout the afternoon.  Some of the kids in attendance really got a kick out them, along with Dmitry and Mel:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MRb5i52HTB4/TdLdjYJ7KNI/AAAAAAAADCQ/8K6Ofu3F-tY/s1600/Bubbles.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MRb5i52HTB4/TdLdjYJ7KNI/AAAAAAAADCQ/8K6Ofu3F-tY/s400/Bubbles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607788085878925522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the folks from Princeton who were there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MEboNTWSQPg/TdLdjNKPpwI/AAAAAAAADCI/Dxee_W2VtmU/s1600/PrincetonFolks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MEboNTWSQPg/TdLdjNKPpwI/AAAAAAAADCI/Dxee_W2VtmU/s400/PrincetonFolks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607788082927478530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Mac and I were having a blast on the dance floor.  Only a few other folks were dancing, but we definitely had a great time.  These were taken at the end of the day when we really were the only people out there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MICPjA4g4ak/TdLdjCPAVpI/AAAAAAAADCA/An16_9r3WwQ/s1600/BethMacDance1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MICPjA4g4ak/TdLdjCPAVpI/AAAAAAAADCA/An16_9r3WwQ/s400/BethMacDance1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607788079994656402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time and we're so happy for Dmitry and Mel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oTUKXYVFlrw/TdLdDMD-MnI/AAAAAAAADBY/voSeINEHHZs/s1600/BethMacDance2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oTUKXYVFlrw/TdLdDMD-MnI/AAAAAAAADBY/voSeINEHHZs/s400/BethMacDance2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607787532876919410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Already looking forward to dancing the night away at Christa and Kyle's wedding coming up in July!  This was just a warm-up for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-6967620770254918505?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/6967620770254918505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=6967620770254918505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/6967620770254918505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/6967620770254918505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/05/dmitry-and-mels-wedding.html' title='Dmitry and Mel&apos;s Wedding!'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tCs4_zkfq0A/TdLdjck_4_I/AAAAAAAADCY/j6thjK_wUCI/s72-c/DimaMel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-4298420739081558061</id><published>2011-05-12T13:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T12:39:05.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooklyn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--rjNgEBjGNg/TcwV8wmI-0I/AAAAAAAADBQ/NB9Vao80gB4/s1600/AaronBecky.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--rjNgEBjGNg/TcwV8wmI-0I/AAAAAAAADBQ/NB9Vao80gB4/s400/AaronBecky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605879769750633282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so great to have an excuse to go into NYC.  This past Sunday I was invited to my friend, Mike's housewarming party and I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and stop by to see my cousin while I was in Brooklyn.  My cousin Aaron and his girlfriend Becky moved from San Francisco into this sunny one-bedroom less than a week before I visited them.  For only having a few days to get settled, the place looked great!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLSVlndn8g4/TcwV8KlOSNI/AAAAAAAADBI/E8CMHyuqVdU/s1600/AaronsKitchen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLSVlndn8g4/TcwV8KlOSNI/AAAAAAAADBI/E8CMHyuqVdU/s400/AaronsKitchen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605879759546239186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It used to be the owner's apartment, so there are some fancy details, like the stainless appliances and granite counters.  For city living, this is quite the sweet set-up.  We have another cousin, Laura who is studying at Columbia (Barnard, actually) and she made the trek out from Manhattan to join us for a home-cooked brunch.  The food was wonderful and the company was even better.  It was great to catch up with these guys and it's nice to have them on the East coast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--PfK5oduLzg/TcwV7y7ImpI/AAAAAAAADBA/BfBtnpW8ZqM/s1600/LauraAaronBeth.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--PfK5oduLzg/TcwV7y7ImpI/AAAAAAAADBA/BfBtnpW8ZqM/s400/LauraAaronBeth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605879753195690642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After brunch we took a nice walk through the neighborhood to a nearby park.  It was a beautiful spring day and people were out enjoying the weather in full force.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After saying good-bye to my cousins, I drove just a few minutes down the BQE and caught up with Mike, his partner Ty and some of their friends to celebrate their new digs.  It was fun to catch up with so many different people in one day.  After leaving Mike's I took advantage of the nice day and strolled through his part of Brooklyn, too.  I do enjoy a lovely day in the city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-4298420739081558061?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/4298420739081558061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=4298420739081558061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4298420739081558061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/4298420739081558061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/05/brooklyn.html' title='Brooklyn!'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--rjNgEBjGNg/TcwV8wmI-0I/AAAAAAAADBQ/NB9Vao80gB4/s72-c/AaronBecky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-5190954020788683213</id><published>2011-05-12T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:48:48.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Startin' the Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rw9bUCXEP2k/TcwTi4NZqMI/AAAAAAAADAg/FU_QvCF6PpA/s1600/EarlyMayBethWater.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rw9bUCXEP2k/TcwTi4NZqMI/AAAAAAAADAg/FU_QvCF6PpA/s400/EarlyMayBethWater.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605877126094497986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the garden got off to an early start this year.  Last year the plots weren't turned over and marked until almost the end of May, but this year I got in to plant on May 7th.  Mom and Dad came to help out and we had quite a productive afternoon.  We planted tomatoes, cucumbers, Brussels sprouts, basil, and pepper plants and arugula seeds.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mosV5cUOOCM/TcwTi7IGRQI/AAAAAAAADAY/9IommS923j4/s1600/EarlyMayBethDad.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mosV5cUOOCM/TcwTi7IGRQI/AAAAAAAADAY/9IommS923j4/s400/EarlyMayBethDad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605877126877562114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The plots were nicely marked and even had our names on them, even if they were misspelled!  I feel like the Community Garden is a little more well organized this year.  We even got piles of compost to add to our plots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlQ69FCBOQw/TcwTip8MsLI/AAAAAAAADAQ/xvHRggMtAU0/s1600/EarlyMayMomDadBeth.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlQ69FCBOQw/TcwTip8MsLI/AAAAAAAADAQ/xvHRggMtAU0/s400/EarlyMayMomDadBeth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605877122264248498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great way to spend an afternoon with my parents, and the help was much appreciated.  And since it was the day before Mother's Day, I also got to give my mom her card and gift in person.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since that first day, I've gone back to water and plant some green bean plants that I had sprouting in my apartment.  When I was doing this, a little girl, Hillary, and her mom came through to look at their plot and Hillary was very eager to help me out with my green beans.  The mom thought that her daughter was intruding, but I showed her what to do and she did a great job.  That's one of the joys of community gardens.  It's rare that a stranger walks into your backyard garden and offers to help.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's hoping for a good, productive growing season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-5190954020788683213?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/5190954020788683213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=5190954020788683213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/5190954020788683213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/5190954020788683213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/05/startin-garden.html' title='Startin&apos; the Garden'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rw9bUCXEP2k/TcwTi4NZqMI/AAAAAAAADAg/FU_QvCF6PpA/s72-c/EarlyMayBethWater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-7185156059765010868</id><published>2011-05-12T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:48:48.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-lznzDmwTc/TcwRqGg9vUI/AAAAAAAADAI/YsGAVpH4T1k/s1600/TowerOutside.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-lznzDmwTc/TcwRqGg9vUI/AAAAAAAADAI/YsGAVpH4T1k/s400/TowerOutside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605875051170479426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The top of the tower at the old Graduate College is one of the highest points in Princeton.  Every year there is a traditional sunrise climb to the top of the tower, with mimosas to follow.  Mac and I signed up to partake in this tradition with about 30 other folks.  It's 200 very small, narrow concrete steps to the top, but we made it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k7Ve_5FxhN4/TcwRqNhov4I/AAAAAAAADAA/r-dI_c7jNC8/s1600/Stairwell.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k7Ve_5FxhN4/TcwRqNhov4I/AAAAAAAADAA/r-dI_c7jNC8/s400/Stairwell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605875053052346242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a bit of a cloudy morning, but the view was still nice.  Here's Mac looking off into the distance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czpWFDeQWmA/TcwRp_fJs2I/AAAAAAAAC_4/OsaXKMV7M7k/s1600/Mac.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czpWFDeQWmA/TcwRp_fJs2I/AAAAAAAAC_4/OsaXKMV7M7k/s400/Mac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605875049283826530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this photo, you can see Nassau Hall on the right and Richardson Auditorium toward the middle on the left.  It's amazing how big all of the trees are on campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6C3IHfk3ydw/TcwRpzVNsrI/AAAAAAAAC_w/TBq8KTbrG5E/s1600/NassauHall.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6C3IHfk3ydw/TcwRpzVNsrI/AAAAAAAAC_w/TBq8KTbrG5E/s400/NassauHall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605875046020919986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The requisite shot of Mac and I.  It was crazy early, but worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vO4OY_cE1OI/TcwRpmZfEeI/AAAAAAAAC_o/5Lo7ym-Hjfw/s1600/BethMac.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vO4OY_cE1OI/TcwRpmZfEeI/AAAAAAAAC_o/5Lo7ym-Hjfw/s400/BethMac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605875042549174754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the view over the rest of the Grad College.  Yes, graduate students still live here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfHUDksbnfc/TcwRAker2RI/AAAAAAAAC_g/FPGAWf_w9Pw/s1600/GC.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfHUDksbnfc/TcwRAker2RI/AAAAAAAAC_g/FPGAWf_w9Pw/s400/GC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605874337659476242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is my attempt at making it look like Mac was wearing a funny hat.  That's one of the spires at the top of the tower.  You can see that my humor didn't go over very well that early in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w4os6hb_tGM/TcwQ55LtERI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/BokZMiO3MhY/s1600/MacHat.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w4os6hb_tGM/TcwQ55LtERI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/BokZMiO3MhY/s400/MacHat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605874222957924626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bagels and mimosas were much appreciated.  Mac went home to go back to bed, but I had to go to work.  It was a fun way to start the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-7185156059765010868?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/7185156059765010868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=7185156059765010868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/7185156059765010868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/7185156059765010868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunrise-climb.html' title='Sunrise climb'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-lznzDmwTc/TcwRqGg9vUI/AAAAAAAADAI/YsGAVpH4T1k/s72-c/TowerOutside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-6225841180013093789</id><published>2011-05-12T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:48:48.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a winner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AikcbUU1YI/TcwNi_QlGUI/AAAAAAAAC-I/fgjVzJ4J99g/s1600/Hydrangea1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AikcbUU1YI/TcwNi_QlGUI/AAAAAAAAC-I/fgjVzJ4J99g/s400/Hydrangea1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605870530917112130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you might remember that a few weeks ago Mac and I went to a lovely place called Terrain.  Well, when we got home, I "liked" them on Facebook and then saw that they were having a drawing for this beautiful set of mini hydrangeas.  I went ahead and entered and lo and behold, I won!  It was such a treat to get this little set of spring goodness in the mail and to set it up in my house.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnnipkkBE8k/TcwNi0xo00I/AAAAAAAAC-A/mVmYB8fojkY/s1600/Hydrangea2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnnipkkBE8k/TcwNi0xo00I/AAAAAAAAC-A/mVmYB8fojkY/s400/Hydrangea2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605870528102978370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a little smaller than it looks, but it was still very nice.  I ended up giving it to my parents because the plants could be transplanted into the ground.  So now my parents have three mini hydrangeas around their shed, and I get the empty pots to grow herbs on my windowsill!  Win! Win! Win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also recently won another drawing for 5 cookbooks!  Now if I can only win that Trader Joe's drawing for bringing my own bag...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-6225841180013093789?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/6225841180013093789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=6225841180013093789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/6225841180013093789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/6225841180013093789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-winner.html' title='I&apos;m a winner!'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AikcbUU1YI/TcwNi_QlGUI/AAAAAAAAC-I/fgjVzJ4J99g/s72-c/Hydrangea1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-3365249829689032143</id><published>2011-05-06T09:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:11:33.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May Day Weekend with Sylvie and Miriam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLsieguknvA/TcP12wdB8kI/AAAAAAAAC9w/DgLi5HCkUDw/s1600/SylBeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLsieguknvA/TcP12wdB8kI/AAAAAAAAC9w/DgLi5HCkUDw/s400/SylBeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603592682447434306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the very end of April/beginning of May I headed to DC to visit with Sylvie and Miriam and see their new house.  It was a beautiful weekend!  I drove down Saturday morning and we had intended to go to a museum, but it was too nice out, so we decided to spend some time outside instead.  We had brunch in Takoma Park and did a little shopping and then headed to &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/keaq/index.htm"&gt;Kenilworth Park and Aquatic Gardens&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUHgGGLDn6I/TcP129ihMII/AAAAAAAAC9o/a9ACd-DHhI8/s1600/Marsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUHgGGLDn6I/TcP129ihMII/AAAAAAAAC9o/a9ACd-DHhI8/s400/Marsh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603592685960114306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We enjoyed being outside, taking the paths between the different ponds and walking along the boardwalk through the marsh.  It was so fun to get to catch up with Sylvie and Miriam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0kCxzfszzrU/TcP12nYUp_I/AAAAAAAAC9g/dM8WRrCfgf0/s1600/SylMirHug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0kCxzfszzrU/TcP12nYUp_I/AAAAAAAAC9g/dM8WRrCfgf0/s400/SylMirHug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603592680011769842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were lots of cool things in the park, like these seed pods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuJlMsry12Q/TcP12WphsHI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/vL698JZPAK0/s1600/SeedPods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BuJlMsry12Q/TcP12WphsHI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/vL698JZPAK0/s400/SeedPods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603592675520524402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And these beautiful yellow irises:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsZWSDXdvsU/TcP12cYL_eI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/MYBLNo_5pQ0/s1600/YellowFlowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsZWSDXdvsU/TcP12cYL_eI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/MYBLNo_5pQ0/s400/YellowFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603592677058412002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lily-pads were not in bloom, but I image that would be beautiful to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NME7V76e-Ik/TcP1kdtDnVI/AAAAAAAAC9I/wROYSATXRWY/s1600/SylMirPond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NME7V76e-Ik/TcP1kdtDnVI/AAAAAAAAC9I/wROYSATXRWY/s400/SylMirPond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603592368176733522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More irises, not quite in bloom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6wl46EtjNQ/TcP1ka8myFI/AAAAAAAAC9A/12ZQ4H913t4/s1600/Green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6wl46EtjNQ/TcP1ka8myFI/AAAAAAAAC9A/12ZQ4H913t4/s400/Green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603592367436646482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a nice little family of geese.  This protective momma gave us quite a look when she thought we were getting too close:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1khOlqd7AzU/TcP1jxQD1AI/AAAAAAAAC84/UmYYqgah2lc/s1600/Geese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1khOlqd7AzU/TcP1jxQD1AI/AAAAAAAAC84/UmYYqgah2lc/s400/Geese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603592356243952642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The park was very close to Sylvie's school.  We stopped by and got to go inside and see the library where Sylvie works.  It was great to see the school that I've heard so much about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home I took a few family photos of Sylvie, Miriam, and their dog Kugel in front of their cute house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NLIx4YM_2rw/TcP1jmxcwfI/AAAAAAAAC8w/FQlVyXHW9cE/s1600/FamilyPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NLIx4YM_2rw/TcP1jmxcwfI/AAAAAAAAC8w/FQlVyXHW9cE/s400/FamilyPhoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603592353431208434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to stay in for dinner and had wonderful grilled food!  This is such a treat because I don't have a grill at my apartment.  We had potatoes and veggies and veggie burgers with toasted buns.  It was a perfect meal, and the company was even better than the food!  We all stayed up late chatting and playing Bananagrams and Yahtzee, which we did a lot when we all lived in Cambridge.  It was just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lV1dBR45lqc/TcP1jrBVjOI/AAAAAAAAC8o/pyz79KxHSvY/s1600/grill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lV1dBR45lqc/TcP1jrBVjOI/AAAAAAAAC8o/pyz79KxHSvY/s400/grill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603592354571586786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday we made a wonderful breakfast of egg, zucchini and dill fritatta and peanut butter and banana smoothies.  We didn't have a plan for the day, but ended up doing a little exploring in nearby neighborhoods and hitting some garage sales. Before I headed home we grabbed lunch at a local &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pupusa"&gt;pupusaria&lt;/a&gt;.  It was the perfect way to end my quick trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always so fun to hang out with good friends.  I love when you show up and it feels like you just saw each other yesterday.  I have the funny feeling it will always be like that with Sylvie and Miriam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-3365249829689032143?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/3365249829689032143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=3365249829689032143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3365249829689032143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3365249829689032143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-day-weekend-with-sylvie-and-miriam.html' title='May Day Weekend with Sylvie and Miriam'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLsieguknvA/TcP12wdB8kI/AAAAAAAAC9w/DgLi5HCkUDw/s72-c/SylBeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-3466453944936839403</id><published>2011-04-25T12:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T14:57:04.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter with the Fam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9S2akMf82Nc/TbsEeOIhoQI/AAAAAAAAC8g/y51r0Q9apZ8/s1600/EasterMacShake.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MbsAoSGc8WY/TbsEGxta7qI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/_LKv03snkXo/s1600/EasterSebCount.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gn48gbLfsY4/TbsAkCsq7MI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/hP16nigpY7Q/s1600/EasterMacEm1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gn48gbLfsY4/TbsAkCsq7MI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/hP16nigpY7Q/s400/EasterMacEm1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601071180764867778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easter turned out to be a warm and sunny day, perfect for lounging in the hammock, which just happens to be one of Mac's favorite things to do at my parents' house.  Emerson is a big fan of this, too.  They  have no trouble sharing some space on this big comfy hammock.  The only downfall of early spring is that the leaves on the trees haven't grown in enough to provide good, solid shade.  Thus the hats.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fgt6qom1gA/TbsAjvje3qI/AAAAAAAAC8I/FcKhJ36K7yM/s1600/EasterMacEm2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fgt6qom1gA/TbsAjvje3qI/AAAAAAAAC8I/FcKhJ36K7yM/s400/EasterMacEm2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601071175626055330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The highlight of Easter at my parents' is always the backyard egg hunt.  We give the little guys (not so little anymore!) a head start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jw6NT16_Ueo/TbsAjdbpC5I/AAAAAAAAC74/wQjhWAJTHt4/s1600/EasterHuntStart1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jw6NT16_Ueo/TbsAjdbpC5I/AAAAAAAAC74/wQjhWAJTHt4/s400/EasterHuntStart1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601071170761329554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Sebastian gets his own go-time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89btoEPT9Kk/TbsAZgZ_HnI/AAAAAAAAC7w/v65bGIAXAMw/s1600/EasterHuntStart2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89btoEPT9Kk/TbsAZgZ_HnI/AAAAAAAAC7w/v65bGIAXAMw/s400/EasterHuntStart2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601070999761002098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then John and Nathaniel start last.  They are not only the biggest and quickest of the crew, but John is pretty observant.  Here he is noticing the egg right next to the deck:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z7KijewF_cw/TbsAZY97MqI/AAAAAAAAC7o/UxnuDJT8Xo4/s1600/EasterHuntStart3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z7KijewF_cw/TbsAZY97MqI/AAAAAAAAC7o/UxnuDJT8Xo4/s400/EasterHuntStart3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601070997764256418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathaniel is a very physical egg gatherer.  At one point he made a diving grab for one that Sebastian was about to get, but paid the consequences when he later tripped on his shoes and Sebastian and John scooped up some of the eggs that fell out of Nathaniel's basket:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CU7B2awYE-w/TbsAYzIKD7I/AAAAAAAAC7g/YQQEFEr6Ji4/s1600/EasterHunt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CU7B2awYE-w/TbsAYzIKD7I/AAAAAAAAC7g/YQQEFEr6Ji4/s400/EasterHunt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601070987606626226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All of the baskets were pretty even, but Sebastian topped out with 27 eggs!  All of them had either candy or money in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MbsAoSGc8WY/TbsEGxta7qI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/_LKv03snkXo/s400/EasterSebCount.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601075076034916002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone enjoyed being outside.  Here are my siblings (and siblings-in-law) playing Blokus on the back porch and enjoying the view of the kiddos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9uSgL9BE7Cw/TbsAYmYQwzI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/C61_Cy7TRak/s1600/EasterBlokus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9uSgL9BE7Cw/TbsAYmYQwzI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/C61_Cy7TRak/s400/EasterBlokus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601070984184513330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also ate a somewhat rushed dinner on the back porch.  It was only rushed because it was starting to rain.  After such a beautiful day, we had quite a rainstorm blow through.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before we left we squeezed in one more board game: Boggle!  An oldie, but a goodie!  Mac had never played before, but caught on quickly, especially the shaking up the letters part:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9S2akMf82Nc/TbsEeOIhoQI/AAAAAAAAC8g/y51r0Q9apZ8/s1600/EasterMacShake.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9S2akMf82Nc/TbsEeOIhoQI/AAAAAAAAC8g/y51r0Q9apZ8/s400/EasterMacShake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601075478801785090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a really fun day to spend with everyone!  Everyone is now less than 2 hours away from my parents' house, which makes these gatherings easier for everyone.  I'm sure we'll all be visiting more often once summer rolls around and the pool is open.  Already looking forward to that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-3466453944936839403?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/3466453944936839403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=3466453944936839403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3466453944936839403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3466453944936839403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-with-fam.html' title='Easter with the Fam!'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gn48gbLfsY4/TbsAkCsq7MI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/hP16nigpY7Q/s72-c/EasterMacEm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-350516481234207134</id><published>2011-04-25T09:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:24:05.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk in the Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gk2u0kjFcQQ/Tbq5HOrUjiI/AAAAAAAAC7I/KgU4AvbGz9g/s1600/WoodsSign.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gk2u0kjFcQQ/Tbq5HOrUjiI/AAAAAAAAC7I/KgU4AvbGz9g/s400/WoodsSign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600992620438654498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Woods behind the Institute for Advanced Study (aka &lt;a href="http://www.princetontwp.org/instwoods.html"&gt;The Institute Woods&lt;/a&gt;) are a great place to literally take a walk in the woods.  Mac and I had never been there, so on Easter morning we decided it would be a good idea to do a little exploring.  It was a beautiful, cool morning, which quickly turned into quite a warm and sunny day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Woods have some famous links to history.  Washington marched through here with his troops and rumor has it that Einstein used to walk through here to think.   It's also popular for birding and general nature-watching.  I loved that all of these little flowers lined the paths.  It was a great way to welcome spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4otd-ERq38/Tbq5G-AsWwI/AAAAAAAAC7A/NUpovjNzyqA/s1600/WoodsFlowers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4otd-ERq38/Tbq5G-AsWwI/AAAAAAAAC7A/NUpovjNzyqA/s400/WoodsFlowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600992615964891906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mac is always one to notice the little things like deer tracks in the mud or busy ants along the path.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jthrOmc9sVc/Tbq5GwWgIII/AAAAAAAAC64/7RXWEJAMIAE/s1600/WoodsMac.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jthrOmc9sVc/Tbq5GwWgIII/AAAAAAAAC64/7RXWEJAMIAE/s400/WoodsMac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600992612298268802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The woods also include this swinging bridge over the Stony Brook.  It's really quite rickety, with some repairs here and there.  We walked over it, but the other side was really muddy, so we decide to explore that another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMgTMHBe8R4/Tbq5GcGmOmI/AAAAAAAAC6w/TufZCWZcTZ0/s1600/WoodsBridge.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMgTMHBe8R4/Tbq5GcGmOmI/AAAAAAAAC6w/TufZCWZcTZ0/s400/WoodsBridge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600992606862850658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a video of Mac walking over the bridge:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a3c5b7916aca888" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a3c5b7916aca888%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E851EAC141835F4E1CFBEAB7C251F5BF6618F63.1FAB3A11C1E430E9F17C627504B42B2ED0FED0CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a3c5b7916aca888%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0GnjMa5D9UlsNwTYzYRyyagHwMA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a3c5b7916aca888%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E851EAC141835F4E1CFBEAB7C251F5BF6618F63.1FAB3A11C1E430E9F17C627504B42B2ED0FED0CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a3c5b7916aca888%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0GnjMa5D9UlsNwTYzYRyyagHwMA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great way to welcome spring!  After getting cleaned up we headed to my parent's house for a big family Easter afternoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-350516481234207134?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/350516481234207134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=350516481234207134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/350516481234207134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/350516481234207134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/04/walk-in-woods.html' title='A Walk in the Woods'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gk2u0kjFcQQ/Tbq5HOrUjiI/AAAAAAAAC7I/KgU4AvbGz9g/s72-c/WoodsSign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-5253368860019579668</id><published>2011-04-19T12:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T12:20:42.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew in town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvBhYPcdjeQ/Ta2ylgHqWZI/AAAAAAAAC6U/HZJUM32pFdY/s1600/MatthewChapel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvBhYPcdjeQ/Ta2ylgHqWZI/AAAAAAAAC6U/HZJUM32pFdY/s400/MatthewChapel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597326269238368658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past Sunday I had the pleasure of meeting up with my friend Matthew from Chicago!  He was in the area to sing at Carnegie Hall with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra.  Yes, that Carnegie Hall!  He decided to turn it into a week-long spring break, including a quick stop in Princeton and Philly.  He took the train to Princeton and I had a chance to give him a quick tour of the town and University (that's him in front of the chapel, above) and show him my apartment.  It was great to have him see where I live and work.  He had never been to Princeton before.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then drove down to Philly to meet up with Kim for dinner.  We went to a great Thai place and then stopped to pick up some ice cream on the way home.  We enjoyed sundaes with fresh strawberries with Alex and Mike, too.  It was a fun evening, and so good to catch up with Matthew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnjpzR4Cb-k/Ta8Fvlo1n2I/AAAAAAAAC6g/wkVabRRHgP0/s400/MatthewGroup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597699176960204642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvBhYPcdjeQ/Ta2ylgHqWZI/AAAAAAAAC6U/HZJUM32pFdY/s1600/MatthewChapel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvBhYPcdjeQ/Ta2ylgHqWZI/AAAAAAAAC6U/HZJUM32pFdY/s1600/MatthewChapel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-5253368860019579668?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/5253368860019579668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=5253368860019579668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/5253368860019579668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/5253368860019579668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/04/matthew-in-town.html' title='Matthew in town!'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvBhYPcdjeQ/Ta2ylgHqWZI/AAAAAAAAC6U/HZJUM32pFdY/s72-c/MatthewChapel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-9107143969091560244</id><published>2011-04-12T20:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:27:00.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan and Mo's new house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-EYqyXdTBo/TaTz3wF53ZI/AAAAAAAAC6M/zDMN0d97108/s1600/DansFirePit1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-EYqyXdTBo/TaTz3wF53ZI/AAAAAAAAC6M/zDMN0d97108/s400/DansFirePit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594864776229019026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we left Terrain, we headed to the Victory Brewery to pick up a housewarming gift for Dan and Mo.  Then we headed out to their house in the woods.  It's a lovely house on a wooded lot and the kids especially loved exploring the property.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLD6xdcCCbI/TaTz3oIp2mI/AAAAAAAAC6E/BJOXQWwiC5Y/s1600/DansFirePit2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLD6xdcCCbI/TaTz3oIp2mI/AAAAAAAAC6E/BJOXQWwiC5Y/s400/DansFirePit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594864774093068898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After an afternoon of running through the woods and enjoying some good food, we all gathered around the fire pit.  The only thing missing was marshmallows, but Mo promised to have them on hand for next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a great shot of Dan and his son John (my oldest nephew).  They all seem so happy in the new house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rz8YU9os9p8/TaTz3TyZviI/AAAAAAAAC58/IgKrTlEYz8A/s1600/DanJP.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rz8YU9os9p8/TaTz3TyZviI/AAAAAAAAC58/IgKrTlEYz8A/s400/DanJP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594864768631029282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my brother John and his son Emerson (my youngest nephew):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Car1I0slyjc/TaTz3GsuZII/AAAAAAAAC50/kHkuAk_nVxc/s1600/JohnEm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Car1I0slyjc/TaTz3GsuZII/AAAAAAAAC50/kHkuAk_nVxc/s400/JohnEm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594864765117555842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my mom telling Liam a secret.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xataEy5DsF4/TaTz29vrrjI/AAAAAAAAC5s/CeYlmyRJ3aw/s1600/MomLiam.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xataEy5DsF4/TaTz29vrrjI/AAAAAAAAC5s/CeYlmyRJ3aw/s400/MomLiam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594864762714041906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all enjoyed the house, the outdoor space and an afternoon together. I'm sure there will be plenty more family gatherings in this great space!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-9107143969091560244?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/9107143969091560244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=9107143969091560244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/9107143969091560244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/9107143969091560244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/04/dan-and-mos-new-house.html' title='Dan and Mo&apos;s new house!'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-EYqyXdTBo/TaTz3wF53ZI/AAAAAAAAC6M/zDMN0d97108/s72-c/DansFirePit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-9193284575991752713</id><published>2011-04-12T19:37:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:06:10.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEU1_Y-9BYU/TaTzVA-TvhI/AAAAAAAAC5c/zYMBTRSh8Os/s1600/Ranunculus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEU1_Y-9BYU/TaTzVA-TvhI/AAAAAAAAC5c/zYMBTRSh8Os/s400/Ranunculus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594864179465141778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I usually only get one weekend day off and I like to make the most of it!  Last Saturday my brother invited everyone over to his new house in PA. Mac and I decided if we were going to drive an hour and a half into PA, that we should find something fun to do in the area before heading to my brother's to meet up with the rest of my family.  Our original thought was to go on a brewery tour at Victory Brewing, but then I found out this amazing garden store/cafe/nursery called &lt;a href="http://www.shopterrain.com/"&gt;Terrain&lt;/a&gt; was having a Dig Into Spring event and we decided to do that instead.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qypMJCoUygI/TaTzVvPtfnI/AAAAAAAAC5k/1MbUPGUim2c/s400/Tool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594864191886163570" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEU1_Y-9BYU/TaTzVA-TvhI/AAAAAAAAC5c/zYMBTRSh8Os/s1600/Ranunculus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEU1_Y-9BYU/TaTzVA-TvhI/AAAAAAAAC5c/zYMBTRSh8Os/s1600/Ranunculus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This place was gorgeous!  There were so many great things to see and it made me really excited about getting my garden spot going again.  It also made me a little jealous of all the folks who have yards to play in.  Someday...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KyqXSME0FM/TaTzUzYugsI/AAAAAAAAC5U/rUCZ0ipDCO0/s1600/PotsLattice.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KyqXSME0FM/TaTzUzYugsI/AAAAAAAAC5U/rUCZ0ipDCO0/s1600/PotsLattice.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KyqXSME0FM/TaTzUzYugsI/AAAAAAAAC5U/rUCZ0ipDCO0/s400/PotsLattice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594864175817851586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a beautiful spring morning and the sun was shining bright.  This place is huge and has tons of nooks and crannies, showing off everything from big outdoor pots to furniture to potted herbs and flowers to naturally made soaps to homemade pickles to books to garden clogs.  Total garden overload!  I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eKyXr81Piio/TaTzUjQrEVI/AAAAAAAAC5M/huRv78oHd4o/s1600/PotsStripes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eKyXr81Piio/TaTzUjQrEVI/AAAAAAAAC5M/huRv78oHd4o/s400/PotsStripes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594864171489104210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkiWiRl-C7w/TaTzA_pTrzI/AAAAAAAAC5E/PiLXUWanzKA/s1600/Pots.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkiWiRl-C7w/TaTzA_pTrzI/AAAAAAAAC5E/PiLXUWanzKA/s400/Pots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594863835511238450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-9Mlon2r9c/TaTzAYiO_6I/AAAAAAAAC48/2cD7U-CXKG8/s1600/Logs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-9Mlon2r9c/TaTzAYiO_6I/AAAAAAAAC48/2cD7U-CXKG8/s400/Logs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594863825012588450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mN7TfGWF5jM/TaTzAJJ3xJI/AAAAAAAAC40/XI7_AtSL8v8/s1600/Leaves.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mN7TfGWF5jM/TaTzAJJ3xJI/AAAAAAAAC40/XI7_AtSL8v8/s400/Leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594863820883870866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4QE5hbFgXk/TaTzAPOWLwI/AAAAAAAAC4s/ioD_BubfXUA/s1600/Flowers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4QE5hbFgXk/TaTzAPOWLwI/AAAAAAAAC4s/ioD_BubfXUA/s400/Flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594863822513254146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were some bulbs that they had growing in a birdbath.  They seemed pretty happy, and kinda looked like snails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0tR8UvYb-E/TaTy_9MlNdI/AAAAAAAAC4k/a19kzqHYiBk/s1600/Bulbs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0tR8UvYb-E/TaTy_9MlNdI/AAAAAAAAC4k/a19kzqHYiBk/s400/Bulbs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594863817674012114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the outside walls of one of the buildings had these pots attached to them and lined up in perfect rows.  I like the way they look, but I imagine it will be pretty amazing to see them all filled with plants, which I think is the intention.  Upon a closer look, each pot had a little watering tube that I think was fed by rain run-off from the gutters above.  Pretty amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9QYrzyPyyY/TaTyro3AUDI/AAAAAAAAC4c/tXoRXhB414Y/s1600/WallPots.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9QYrzyPyyY/TaTyro3AUDI/AAAAAAAAC4c/tXoRXhB414Y/s400/WallPots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594863468617420850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also stopped at the cafe and got some tea and a wonderful ginger cookie.  Our baristo was hilarious.  Apparently they have to wear plaid shirts, but he said he would wear one anyway.  We left smiling (and a dollar coin in the tip jar).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loBWkxkdj1k/TaTyrWSjFUI/AAAAAAAAC4U/gq24G40XHa4/s1600/TipJar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loBWkxkdj1k/TaTyrWSjFUI/AAAAAAAAC4U/gq24G40XHa4/s400/TipJar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594863463632672066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Mac enjoying the sun at the outdoor cafe seating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jQ1tXHDQN8/TaTyrHhWluI/AAAAAAAAC4M/MjXOfZParjk/s1600/MacSun.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jQ1tXHDQN8/TaTyrHhWluI/AAAAAAAAC4M/MjXOfZParjk/s400/MacSun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594863459668236002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The event that they were having involved a little farmer's market and some tastings of local goodies.  We got some beautiful farm fresh eggs.  I love all the colors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtI5MqeA_Bc/TaTyqxG7DaI/AAAAAAAAC4E/fjAvVhjQGFo/s1600/Eggs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtI5MqeA_Bc/TaTyqxG7DaI/AAAAAAAAC4E/fjAvVhjQGFo/s400/Eggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594863453651799458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also picked up some heirloom arugula seeds that I'm looking forward to planting in the garden.  I also learned how to save my arugula seeds to plant next year, or let them re-seed themselves for continued arugula goodness.  We tasted some &lt;a href="http://www.artintheage.com/spirits-aita/"&gt;Root&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.artintheage.com/spirits-snap/"&gt;Snap&lt;/a&gt; from Art in the Age and some beer from Victory Brewing. We also enjoyed this great display of cyanotype photograms and even talked to someone about how to make my own!  I'm pretty excited about trying that out this summer.  Mac was more interested in the vintage lightbulb.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zwarlNbN-DY/TaTyqYvdv8I/AAAAAAAAC38/3gmVd37ckjk/s1600/CyanoMac.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zwarlNbN-DY/TaTyqYvdv8I/AAAAAAAAC38/3gmVd37ckjk/s400/CyanoMac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594863447110959042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a wonderful way to spend a beautiful spring morning!  I'm sure we'll be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-9193284575991752713?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/9193284575991752713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=9193284575991752713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/9193284575991752713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/9193284575991752713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/04/terrain.html' title='Terrain'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEU1_Y-9BYU/TaTzVA-TvhI/AAAAAAAAC5c/zYMBTRSh8Os/s72-c/Ranunculus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-3244681036872615603</id><published>2011-03-31T16:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T11:10:29.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Minneapolis for work and fun!</title><content type='html'>Last week I had the pleasure of attending a professional conference in a city full of wonderful friends!  The conference was excellent and it was great to reconnect with colleagues from all over the country as well as my favorite Minneapolitans!  The conference kept me busy.  I acted as a session moderator, co-chaired a committee meeting and am member of a national implementation team, not to mention all of the other great programs I got to attend.  It was wonderful to reconnect with colleagues from Harvard and to meet new folks along the way.  But this conference going can be exhausting! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul and Trinity scooped me up from the conference hotel and took me out to brunch/lunch at a great little place called The Sample Room.  It was delicious food, and more importantly, was a great chance to catch up with them.  Jerri and Mark introduced me to these two many years ago, and then when  I moved to Boston they were pretty much the only people I knew in town at first.  We both left Boston around the same time and now I get to see them when I make it out to Minneapolis.  It was a perfect little escape toward the end of the conference.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uL7IV_gEyd4/TZTlGCqylZI/AAAAAAAAC30/Ex6puAPPIOE/s400/01TrinPaul.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590344929431950738" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stayed in the conference hotel with my good friend Allison for two nights and then stayed at Jerri and Mark's house for the other nights I was in town.  This worked out well and gave me a chance to be NBB (as Jerri would say, stands for Nothing But Business) while I was deep in "conference mode".  And then at the end of my stay I was able to enjoy some fabulous  home-cooked meals and get in some quality kiddo time with Zoe.  It's so fun to see how much she's grown since the &lt;a href="http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2010/10/minneapolis-part-1.html"&gt;last time&lt;/a&gt; I was in town!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfqJyUxqO_Q/TZTlFq3F9MI/AAAAAAAAC3s/eGHng9Ik7f4/s1600/02BethZoe.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfqJyUxqO_Q/TZTlFq3F9MI/AAAAAAAAC3s/eGHng9Ik7f4/s400/02BethZoe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590344923041100994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jerri and Mark invited our friend Joey over for dinner on Sunday night and we had a great time catching up.  Jerri and Joey are both coupon clippers (coupons are HUGE in Minneapolis) and they enjoyed going through the coupon book that I got with my conference materials.  Here they are laying claim to different offers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EN4vflYTdw4/TZTlFaBpZgI/AAAAAAAAC3k/W0kJPA-FwfY/s1600/03JoeyJer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EN4vflYTdw4/TZTlFaBpZgI/AAAAAAAAC3k/W0kJPA-FwfY/s400/03JoeyJer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590344918521964034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something cool about Jerri and Mark's neighborhood is that there is a little diner around the corner that does Pie Happy Hour.  Pretty much all evening, every slice of pie is only $1!  Joey and I went over while Zoe had her bedtime and picked up cherry, blueberry and pumpkin pie slices, and a few cookies as a post-dinner sweet treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't have to go back to the conference on Monday morning, so I had a chance to sleep in and got to have some more fun time with Zoe that morning.  Her room gets really great sunlight in the morning and I took some photos of her brushing her hair and playing with her toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFxum041Ho4/TZTk9mGEW2I/AAAAAAAAC3U/z9qcOsx6Iu0/s1600/05ZoeProfile.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFxum041Ho4/TZTk9mGEW2I/AAAAAAAAC3U/z9qcOsx6Iu0/s400/05ZoeProfile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590344784322780002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jPXzQUAjTk/TZTk9Q_hs4I/AAAAAAAAC3M/EG9oV1uHLLc/s1600/06ZoeBrush.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jPXzQUAjTk/TZTk9Q_hs4I/AAAAAAAAC3M/EG9oV1uHLLc/s400/06ZoeBrush.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590344778658198402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's really into dinosaurs.  And I loved this great green carpet that she has in her room:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1d973fb3e23bd4c0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1d973fb3e23bd4c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D694BEB370CEDC7C25BC920A755182C70029131AA.21249939C0D5186F865116043A18E2C8D2109F0D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1d973fb3e23bd4c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwUGQFtmt1byy5CK9CvnSvKLDicE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1d973fb3e23bd4c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D694BEB370CEDC7C25BC920A755182C70029131AA.21249939C0D5186F865116043A18E2C8D2109F0D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1d973fb3e23bd4c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwUGQFtmt1byy5CK9CvnSvKLDicE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7OC5y4_2zaY/TZTk9Em0bmI/AAAAAAAAC3E/e0UA8MdPju0/s400/07ZoeRug.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590344775333342818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gf9znRRg71g/TZTk9JpNWlI/AAAAAAAAC28/lAThyLQp_RE/s400/08ZoeRugSmile.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590344776685541970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a video of her dancing with her dino:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-85b8b596d5d95243" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85b8b596d5d95243%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF57FDDCD6560BE99BA15A675DE46679FBDD123.5218465234E1CA3C45A60F428466AF321467F73D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85b8b596d5d95243%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX-O5lSSYhRPbI14B6j2YRN5KPKs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85b8b596d5d95243%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF57FDDCD6560BE99BA15A675DE46679FBDD123.5218465234E1CA3C45A60F428466AF321467F73D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85b8b596d5d95243%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX-O5lSSYhRPbI14B6j2YRN5KPKs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we all got cleaned up and dressed, we headed out to brunch at Cafe Barbette.  It was, again, really delicious food.  It was fun to see Zoe's good manners at the restaurant, and good to catch up more with Jerri, too.  After brunch we did a little driving tour of a cool neighborhood and then I had to get to the airport for my flight home.  The visit was too short, as always, but it's nice to know that I'll be seeing Jerri, Mark and Zoe again over the summer when our good friend Christa gets married in Massachusetts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P557YI0cl3s/TZTk8wL3mPI/AAAAAAAAC20/LcZWW9XFdHk/s400/09ZoeJer.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590344769851594994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see Jerri's blog post about my visit - with a picture of Mark - &lt;a href="http://jerrijoy.blogspot.com/2011/03/beth-in-town.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  And Trinity's post about our lunch out, &lt;a href="http://trinknitty.blogspot.com/2011/04/librarian-beth-and-sample-room.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-3244681036872615603?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/3244681036872615603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=3244681036872615603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3244681036872615603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3244681036872615603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/03/minneapolis-for-work-and-fun.html' title='Minneapolis for work and fun!'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uL7IV_gEyd4/TZTlGCqylZI/AAAAAAAAC30/Ex6puAPPIOE/s72-c/01TrinPaul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-1937446989909214748</id><published>2011-03-24T16:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:30:42.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nephews in Princeton!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9Qb3rMBJLo/TZTiszsrguI/AAAAAAAAC2s/CYAtgXmVEyw/s1600/SebEmNatPrinceton.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9Qb3rMBJLo/TZTiszsrguI/AAAAAAAAC2s/CYAtgXmVEyw/s400/SebEmNatPrinceton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590342296893358818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Sunday, my brother John and his kiddos came out to Princeton to spend the afternoon with me!  Jill was off to a conference and this was a good chance to give John an extra hand with these three boys.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got take-out lunch at the Italian Market and ate in my apartment, then we walked around Princeton, stopping at Labyrinth books, Starbucks, The University Store and Twist.  Nathaniel and Emerson picked out some great books at Labyrinth and Sebastian picked out a little stuffed tiger at the University Store.  He promptly named it "Whiskey"!  You can see him holding Whiskey in the photo above.  John got his afternoon coffee at Starbucks and the kiddos and I got frozen yogurt and fun toppings at Twist - and all of this within two blocks of my house!  It's fun living downtown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EeOclk9XSAM/TZTisj6mE7I/AAAAAAAAC2k/zp77p6izD5Q/s400/EmSlide.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590342292656755634" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our walk about town, we drove over to a great playground that's around the corner from my old house.  These guys are old pros at this playground and had a great time on the roller slide and the tire swing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0VAOXW0TaU/TZTisv3Jx0I/AAAAAAAAC2c/e_hHCBhPCbg/s400/SebEmNatTireSwing.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590342295863543618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a nice day, maybe a little chilly, but they didn't seem to mind.  It's always a fun change of pace to host these guys for an afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-1937446989909214748?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/1937446989909214748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=1937446989909214748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/1937446989909214748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/1937446989909214748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/03/nephews-in-princeton.html' title='Nephews in Princeton!'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9Qb3rMBJLo/TZTiszsrguI/AAAAAAAAC2s/CYAtgXmVEyw/s72-c/SebEmNatPrinceton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-1214857703086483166</id><published>2011-03-22T21:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T15:17:21.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Longbeard Contest and Mustache Day</title><content type='html'>Every year, the A&amp;amp;B hosts the Longbeard Contest.  On Feb. 1st, you show up clean-shaven to register:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-elY5PhbUi98/TYlVTfdqOII/AAAAAAAAC2U/sD7OnS20drw/s400/LongbeardFeb1.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587090606081587330" border="0" /&gt;And on St. Patty's day, you show up with the longest beard you can grow:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVpl9p1664E/TYlVTeJ6HRI/AAAAAAAAC2M/DbktxIid7Ik/s1600/LongbeardMar17Group.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVpl9p1664E/TYlVTeJ6HRI/AAAAAAAAC2M/DbktxIid7Ik/s1600/LongbeardMar17Group.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVpl9p1664E/TYlVTeJ6HRI/AAAAAAAAC2M/DbktxIid7Ik/s400/LongbeardMar17Group.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587090605730307346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mac and his labmates have been doing this for a few years now, and as you can see, it's always a good time.  This year Mac won "Ugliest Beard" (I have to disagree with the judges here)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUPWwCr-0_4/TYlVTEjAjSI/AAAAAAAAC2E/2JhQCZ65hTk/s1600/LongbeardMar17Ugliest.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUPWwCr-0_4/TYlVTEjAjSI/AAAAAAAAC2E/2JhQCZ65hTk/s400/LongbeardMar17Ugliest.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587090598856264994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a great way to spend St. Patty's Day, and it's all for a good cause.  Every year the A&amp;amp;B picks a charity that receives all of the donations.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZuPJhsq0uM/TYlVS3PQ64I/AAAAAAAAC18/Zl0UVcfYeXY/s1600/LongbeardMar17MacBeth.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZuPJhsq0uM/TYlVS3PQ64I/AAAAAAAAC18/Zl0UVcfYeXY/s400/LongbeardMar17MacBeth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587090595283790722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to top it all off, Mac's department has Mustache Day the day after St. Patty's Day, where you can shave down your beard to something more interesting.  The entries are all by photo, and this year Mac went with a Samurai theme.  Shockingly he didn't win (probably because he won last year and they like to spread the love).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIy-YwA11wI/TYlPTUCnM7I/AAAAAAAAC10/8k6iVffpCO4/s1600/SamuraiMac.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIy-YwA11wI/TYlPTUCnM7I/AAAAAAAAC10/8k6iVffpCO4/s400/SamuraiMac.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587084005945586610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never a dull moment here in sleepy little Princeton.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-1214857703086483166?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/1214857703086483166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=1214857703086483166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/1214857703086483166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/1214857703086483166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/03/longbeard-contest-and-mustache-day.html' title='Longbeard Contest and Mustache Day'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-elY5PhbUi98/TYlVTfdqOII/AAAAAAAAC2U/sD7OnS20drw/s72-c/LongbeardFeb1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-3646975770459549606</id><published>2011-03-04T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T12:44:01.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson themed Ice Skating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CQDr9uWDuQc/TXEjUpaVidI/AAAAAAAAC1s/laRwBbSHsPc/s1600/SkateMac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CQDr9uWDuQc/TXEjUpaVidI/AAAAAAAAC1s/laRwBbSHsPc/s400/SkateMac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580280250909428178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night Mac and I and some of his friends from the lab decided to go to the Free Skate at the ice hockey rink here on campus.  The University hosts these every once in a while and they always have a theme.  Well, last night's theme was Michael Jackson.  They hired an MJ impersonator to perform in the middle of the rink:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1WcJHNTbRyk/TXEjUanAEdI/AAAAAAAAC1k/1jGfWKfTgoM/s1600/SkateMJ2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1WcJHNTbRyk/TXEjUanAEdI/AAAAAAAAC1k/1jGfWKfTgoM/s400/SkateMJ2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580280246936015314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With crotch-grab and all:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tRno6POb11o/TXEjUPfF9yI/AAAAAAAAC1c/mIpdWaTsyo0/s1600/SkateMJ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tRno6POb11o/TXEjUPfF9yI/AAAAAAAAC1c/mIpdWaTsyo0/s400/SkateMJ1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580280243950057250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also handed out sparkly gloves when you turned in your skates.  It would have been cool to see tons of people skating around with sparkly gloves, but they realized that the sequins were falling off pretty easily, and that's not so good for an ice rink.  Here's Mac and I enjoying the fun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8VFKq9gkt0/TXEjT_lohoI/AAAAAAAAC1U/L355W8F9Yyc/s1600/Skate1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8VFKq9gkt0/TXEjT_lohoI/AAAAAAAAC1U/L355W8F9Yyc/s400/Skate1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580280239682520706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's our skates.  Mac has his own hockey skates and I had to rent the oldest, most uncomfortable skates in the world.  But it was still a ton of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sSH3FV-PXuo/TXEjT5Wuv7I/AAAAAAAAC1M/Nr2MxKry2Os/s1600/Skate2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sSH3FV-PXuo/TXEjT5Wuv7I/AAAAAAAAC1M/Nr2MxKry2Os/s400/Skate2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580280238009401266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-3646975770459549606?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/3646975770459549606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=3646975770459549606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3646975770459549606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3646975770459549606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/03/michael-jackson-themed-ice-skating.html' title='Michael Jackson themed Ice Skating'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CQDr9uWDuQc/TXEjUpaVidI/AAAAAAAAC1s/laRwBbSHsPc/s72-c/SkateMac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-2222995081178193830</id><published>2011-02-20T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:44:17.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Library Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HOa8uWCkj8/TVrgiYBA2tI/AAAAAAAACy0/DdXUfhtYIj0/s1600/DSC_0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HOa8uWCkj8/TVrgiYBA2tI/AAAAAAAACy0/DdXUfhtYIj0/s400/DSC_0628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574014369991285458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom's library system recently switched to selling reusable bags instead of giving away plastic bags to patrons.  The slogan for the library is "Explore the Possibilities" so she thought it would be a good idea to have patrons take photos with the bag in various locations.  She gave us a bag to take with us and these are the photos we took featuring what came to be known as "The Blue Bag" throughout the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsZ_1KW2xrk/TVrgiIEAb4I/AAAAAAAACys/2LkowJfBZgU/s1600/DSC_0633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsZ_1KW2xrk/TVrgiIEAb4I/AAAAAAAACys/2LkowJfBZgU/s400/DSC_0633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574014365708873602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We used the bag throughout the trip and it was actually the bag that we accidentally left at the ranger station in Playa Grande and had to drive back for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xo7FVkiBDNA/TVrgNfSYmzI/AAAAAAAACyk/LFZK2QYBI_0/s1600/DSC_0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xo7FVkiBDNA/TVrgNfSYmzI/AAAAAAAACyk/LFZK2QYBI_0/s400/DSC_0637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574014011165940530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We used it as a grocery bag for most of the trip, and it actually ended up being one of Mac's carry-on bags on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OeuJVP8SMhI/TVrgNJrAl8I/AAAAAAAACyc/kPJunDCuf6g/s1600/DSC_0639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OeuJVP8SMhI/TVrgNJrAl8I/AAAAAAAACyc/kPJunDCuf6g/s400/DSC_0639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574014005363644354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piper thought it was a pretty cool toy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J50_XE88iFY/TVrgM5PPb6I/AAAAAAAACyU/9bhzp8Upj6Y/s1600/DSC_0725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J50_XE88iFY/TVrgM5PPb6I/AAAAAAAACyU/9bhzp8Upj6Y/s400/DSC_0725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574014000952209314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least, we had to get a couple shots with Bush Senior and the bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MWMVIfOh_c/TVrgMt7G8eI/AAAAAAAACyM/1CRAsXDexWw/s1600/DSC_0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MWMVIfOh_c/TVrgMt7G8eI/AAAAAAAACyM/1CRAsXDexWw/s400/DSC_0729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574013997914976738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzfH9K1jqog/TVrgMmI15vI/AAAAAAAACyE/rdt7QwzzShs/s1600/DSC_0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzfH9K1jqog/TVrgMmI15vI/AAAAAAAACyE/rdt7QwzzShs/s400/DSC_0734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574013995825096434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you're lucky, maybe I'll come to a town near you with my library bag in tow and we can take some fun photos!  Thanks, Mom for giving us an excuse to be a little goofy.  I hope we did a good job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-2222995081178193830?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/2222995081178193830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=2222995081178193830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/2222995081178193830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/2222995081178193830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/02/library-bag.html' title='Library Bag'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HOa8uWCkj8/TVrgiYBA2tI/AAAAAAAACy0/DdXUfhtYIj0/s72-c/DSC_0628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-9113583969780409947</id><published>2011-02-19T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:31:12.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Rica, part 5: Houston and heading home</title><content type='html'>After we landed in Houston, we were picked up by Mac's sister Val and her boyfriend Will.  It was definitely cooler outside than in Costa Rica, but Houston acted as a good intermediate climate.  I think I would have cried if we went straight from the 80s of San Jose to the 30s of Newark.  The sun had already set when we landed and the temp in Houston was in the low 60s or high 50s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Mac's parent's house I got a quick tour of the neighborhood where he grew up.  Once we got there, we almost immediately headed out for dinner.  The next day was Valerie's birthday, so she got to pick the restaurant.  We went to a great Italian place and all enjoyed some really good food.  After dinner we headed back to Mac's parent's to give Valerie some presents.  We had picked up a pretty bracelet for her in Sarchi and a little wooden cat carving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Mac's brother was out of town for work while we were there, but Val was watching his cats.  So we actually stayed at the guest room in his house.  I have to admit, his cats were really cute and Mac enjoyed having some quality cat time.  We had a fairly early flight, but Mac squeezed in some early morning cat lovin' with Piper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggr-2nnr9_A/TVrCfVgAe7I/AAAAAAAACxE/hwStOYEthOg/s1600/DSC_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggr-2nnr9_A/TVrCfVgAe7I/AAAAAAAACxE/hwStOYEthOg/s400/DSC_0718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573981332427537330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piper and Remy, the darker cat, were both excited about our shoelaces as we were getting our boots on.  Here's Mac attempting to tie his shoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xP7qvwQGpe0/TVrCfMrWHBI/AAAAAAAACw8/kXeVYHpdJoc/s1600/DSC_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xP7qvwQGpe0/TVrCfMrWHBI/AAAAAAAACw8/kXeVYHpdJoc/s400/DSC_0722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573981330059172882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Valerie drove us to the airport, which was really nice of her to do early on a Sunday morning that also happened to be her birthday!  Here's the view of downtown Houston from the highway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtMv6fz9rgI/TVrCe3UEJyI/AAAAAAAACw0/N0OebDp867Q/s1600/DSC_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtMv6fz9rgI/TVrCe3UEJyI/AAAAAAAACw0/N0OebDp867Q/s400/DSC_0727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573981324324382498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had just a few extra minutes at the airport and we thought this statue of George H.W. Bush was pretty amusing.  The airport is named after him and he and I share a birthday, so I thought it was worth getting a photo together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i1YEQl-2iNs/TVrCe2AQYgI/AAAAAAAACws/qamV27TVYxc/s1600/DSC_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i1YEQl-2iNs/TVrCe2AQYgI/AAAAAAAACws/qamV27TVYxc/s400/DSC_0733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573981323972862466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our flight was quick and easy and we were both kind of sad to see snow on the ground as we flew over New Jersey.  We flew right over Princeton and we able to pinpoint some landmarks.  That was pretty cool, but the snow, not so cool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mzHaM5oIDO4/TVrCet3XenI/AAAAAAAACwk/_RjLEWTCMOY/s1600/DSC_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mzHaM5oIDO4/TVrCet3XenI/AAAAAAAACwk/_RjLEWTCMOY/s400/DSC_0735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573981321788095090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took NJ Transit back to Princeton Junction and our friend Mike picked us up there.  We all went out to lunch and then it was back home for us.  After a nap the reality set in that we were back in Princeton and shortly had to be back to "real life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an amazing trip.  Worth every penny, and truly an experience that I'll treasure forever.  I wonder where we'll go next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-9113583969780409947?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/9113583969780409947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=9113583969780409947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/9113583969780409947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/9113583969780409947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/02/costa-rica-part-5-houston-and-heading.html' title='Costa Rica, part 5: Houston and heading home'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggr-2nnr9_A/TVrCfVgAe7I/AAAAAAAACxE/hwStOYEthOg/s72-c/DSC_0718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-3656476407926580842</id><published>2011-02-18T12:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T18:13:38.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Rica, part 4: San Ramón &amp; Playa Grande</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We  made it through San Ramón with just one little accidental detour into  the barrio, but soon found our destination: Casa Amanecer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's just outside of San Ramón, but offered a perfect stop over point on our way to the beach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got in a little earlier than expected and with the help of one of our hosts, Alberto, went back into San Ramón to grab some lunch and pick up some postcard stamps. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During lunch we decided to take the afternoon and check out a nearby town called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;Sarchí&lt;/span&gt;, which is known for its artisan crafts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We took the long way there, back on the PanAmerican Highway and ended up having to drive through Grecia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The most notable thing about Grecia is that there are cars for sale all over the place!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;New cars, used cars, you name it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you want to buy a car in Costa Rica, Grecia is the place for you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We especially got a kick out of all the signs for Autos Houston.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we finally passed it, this was the best shot I could get from the passenger's side out the driver's side window:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IGowCGpUb3Y/TV575jTR1SI/AAAAAAAAC1E/Ia4Jh_vX8yw/s400/DSC_0573.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575029617390114082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We finally got to Sarchí  and stopped at one group of stores and picked up quite a few souvenirs.   The prices were very reasonable and in fact, I wish I had picked up  more while I was there.  I got myself a great sarong that came in handy  at the beach and Mac and I both had some birthdays to shop for, so we  got quite a bit accomplished in a short time.  The area around Sarchí  is known for handpainted oxcarts, some of which were on display in the  courtyard of the building where we did our shopping.  Apparently this  used to be a popular mode of transportation all across the country, now  it kind of seems like a tourist attraction, like how you might see  covered wagons at touristy spots across the American West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mz9iZSsOH1s/TV575fOIElI/AAAAAAAAC08/C9m14FH6CI4/s400/DSC_0577.jpg" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575029616294761042" border="0" /&gt;  On our way back to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;San Ramón&lt;/span&gt;,  we tried to stop at a place in the guidebook for dinner, but we later  found out that it had changed its name, so we stopped instead at Cafe  Delicious, which was, indeed, Delicious.  I had a Grecia Salad, which we  assumed would be a greek salad, but it was so much better!  We realized  later that it must be a kind of salad made in Grecia, the town we had  just driven through.  It was served in a crispy tortilla shell and had  warm black beans at the bottom with lettuce, cheese and sweet corn piled  on top.  I also got it with a side of guacamole, which made it even  better.  After dinner we headed back to Casa Amanecer and I wrote out  some postcards before heading to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good  thing we were in the habit of going to bed early!  Our lovely room with  windows on three sides was very bright the minute the sun came up!   Here's the view through the blinds at around 6am:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fU60M_P9yNs/TVrEx026SbI/AAAAAAAACx8/tS9QZwsErek/s1600/DSC_0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fU60M_P9yNs/TVrEx026SbI/AAAAAAAACx8/tS9QZwsErek/s400/DSC_0582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573983849106000306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is the view out of our door into the adorable little yard.  Hello Sunshine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAFmH1Qo45Y/TVrEl1uUwaI/AAAAAAAACx0/vNQdk9nveR4/s1600/DSC_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAFmH1Qo45Y/TVrEl1uUwaI/AAAAAAAACx0/vNQdk9nveR4/s400/DSC_0583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573983643179991458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The  yard also featured these amazingly beautiful flowers growing along the  fence.  The blooms were few and far between, but different than anything  I'd ever seen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIBmjlEEd3U/TVrEliCEg8I/AAAAAAAACxs/yZn-08dwS94/s1600/DSC_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIBmjlEEd3U/TVrEliCEg8I/AAAAAAAACxs/yZn-08dwS94/s400/DSC_0590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573983637894104002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The yard also had an amusing group of bunnies.  This one hopped right up while we were packing up to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2L13_jWmlQ/TVrElCldrMI/AAAAAAAACxk/Bs9w3PZsl3U/s1600/DSC_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2L13_jWmlQ/TVrElCldrMI/AAAAAAAACxk/Bs9w3PZsl3U/s400/DSC_0596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573983629452618946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We  had another great breakfast and enjoyed the company of Alberto, one of  our hosts.  We got to ask him a few questions about life in Costa Rica  and he was happy to chat with us in English.  We were curious about when  the schoolyear started because we had seen a lot of "back to school"  things in the stores in San Jose.  Turns out that school starts in  mid-February, so we were there for their last week of summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left shortly after breakfast because we knew we had at least a 4 hour  drive ahead of us.  Mac was a great navigator and I was, apparently, a  speedy driver.  The top speed limit in all of Costa Rica is 80  kilometers per hour (kph).  That's just under 50 miles per hour.  Yes,  even on the PanAmerican Highway, this is the top speed limit.  We were  cruising along, listening to Costa Rican radio, chatting away and all of  a sudden this guy walks into the middle of the lane ahead of us.  My  first thought was "No way am I going to stop for some crazy guy in the  middle of the road".  Then Mac pointed out that it was a cop, and I  slammed on the brakes.  Uh-oh.  He came up to the window and asked for  my license and passport (yeah, he knew we were tourists because of the  rental car).  He said he clocked me going 95 kph (59mph) and went into  this whole spiel about how a speeding ticket is hundreds of dollars,  insurance will go through the roof, and because it's a rental car it's  30% additional, blah blah blah...  Then he basically told us we could  bribe him.  So Mac pulls out his stock of dollar coins and hands him a  few rolls while letting him know that "We're doing all the Presidents!   These are James Madison!".  He seemed pleased enough and gave us back  our documents and sent us on our way.  Dollar Coins to the Rescue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the drive went smoothly and we arrived at Hotel Las Tortugas  looking forward to our beach time.  And the beach was amazing!  Playa  Grande is a huge span of beach on the Pacific Ocean.  It's part of the  Las Baulas National Park and is protected because it is an important  nesting place for leatherback turtles.  More on that in a second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OomaQanRTD0/TVrEk8zZ9sI/AAAAAAAACxc/GnmN__L6ONI/s1600/DSC_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OomaQanRTD0/TVrEk8zZ9sI/AAAAAAAACxc/GnmN__L6ONI/s400/DSC_0600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573983627900483266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The  hotel, on the other hand, was less than what I expected.  We opted for a  "budget" room that was half the price of the regular hotel rooms and if  it was anywhere but right on the beach (location, location, location)  would have been worth about a quarter of what we paid for it.  It felt  like we were in a cinderblock bunker with a terrible bed, private bath  with a mostly warm shower, dingy curtains and the real bonus was a surf  board rack!  For one of the first times in my life I thought "I'm too  old for this".  Mac convinced me that it was going to be fine and that  we weren't going to spend too much time in the hotel room.  This was  very true and in the end, the room didn't matter that much anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jMchHlIzfs/TVrEkrNYoQI/AAAAAAAACxU/GYL2qO-n5Aw/s1600/DSC_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jMchHlIzfs/TVrEkrNYoQI/AAAAAAAACxU/GYL2qO-n5Aw/s400/DSC_0604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573983623177609474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After  checking in, we headed out for a bite to eat at Kike's Place, which was  also less than appealing.  If every vacation has to have "one of those  days", this was certainly shaping up to be that day.  After eating we  headed back to our room, changed into our swimsuits and took a nice,  long walk along the beach.  Mac actually went in swimming, but I just  enjoyed walking along the beach through the rising tide.  There is  nothing that relaxes me and soothes my soul quite like walking along the  beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we got ready for our evening activity: Waiting and hoping  to see a female leatherback turtle come up on the beach to lay her  eggs.  We met at the ranger station for the Las Baulas National Park at  6pm with a bunch of other people, probably 40 or so.  We got all  bug-sprayed up and then saw a very informative presentation about the  turtles and the area.  The beach is closed from 6pm to 5am every day  during the turtle egg-laying season, which runs from November to  mid-February.  The turtle population that visits this beach has dropped  from about 1500 turtles per season in the 1980s to currently less than  100 turtles per season.  This is due to egg poachers, environmental  changes and fishing practices that can kill both baby and adult  leatherbacks.  It takes 20 years for the leatherback to grow to maturity  when it can start mating, so efforts that were started 10-15 years ago  to save the leatherback won't be seen in the breeding population for  another 5-10 years.  The hope is that this current time is the low-point  and that more turtles will start arriving to the breeding grounds in  5-10 years.  The female turtles travel from the Galapagos Islands.  Each  turtle will make the trip every 3-4 years and during their time in  Costa Rica they will lay 6-8 times, laying 60-100 eggs each time.  The  survival rate for the baby turtles is staggering: Only 1 in 1,000 will  make it from being an egg laid on Playa Grande to a living baby turtle  in the Galapagos.  There are efforts being made to help the baby turtles  have a better chance of survival.  Most importantly, there is an egg  hatchery on the beach.  Scientists work every night of the egg-laying  season to track each turtle that comes to shore to lay eggs.  If they  consider the eggs to be in any danger, they are removed from the hole  that the mother dug and brought to the hatchery.  Here's a shot of the  hatchery that we took the next morning.  The marked squares in the dirt  are where different batches of eggs are buried.  When the turtles start  to hatch, they are brought to a holding area and released into the Ocean  at night, which increases their chances of survival:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p8tx-w9B3UE/TVrB0sYNISI/AAAAAAAACvs/OsPLwF63H2o/s400/P1130359.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573980599834452258" border="0" /&gt;There are also efforts being made to control the amount of light that hits the beach, because both the female and the baby turtles are attracted to white and yellow light and can get confused about where to go if there is unnatural light present.  Each year there is a leatherback turtle (Las Baulas in spanish) festival to help raise awareness of and money for the efforts being made to keep Playa Grande as an important nesting area for the turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were disappointed that a turtle didn't arrive for us to see before the volunteers closed up shop at 10:30pm.  What would have happened is this: the ranger station is in walkie-talkie contact with the folks on the beach who are watching for leatherbacks to come out of the water.  When one comes out, the ranger station is notified and groups of 15 people are led to the beach by trained volunteer guides to watch the turtle in the egg-laying process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to the hotel a little disappointed and hot and hungry.  The last thing we ate was our crappy late lunch at Kike's Place and we split a granola bar while we were waiting.  So we got back to the hotel, hoping that the restaurant would be open, but instead found that it was closed and there was just a guy sitting in there watching a soccer match.  We convinced him that he could give us a cold beer and a cold club soda and charge it to our room.  So we went back to the room and had our cold drinks with some cheetos and a banana for dinner.  Not the best meal of the trip, but it strangely hit the spot.  We then unpacked our sleep sacks to slept on top of the most uncomfortable bed in Costa Rica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we weren't lucky enough to see a turtle in action, on our early-morning beach walk the next morning, we did find a track in the sand indicating that a turtle had come ashore.  If you look hard you can see it to the right of me in this photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BeC_wOl_yJo/TVrBN0NkMdI/AAAAAAAACu0/0HZbBIm_H6Q/s400/P1130383.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573979931922411986" border="0" /&gt;The width of the track gives you an idea of how big these animals are, and this one was actually on the smaller side.  The tracks are sometimes up to a meter wide!  Here's a shot of the whole that she dug at the end of the track.  This is where she would have laid her eggs and then covered them up to hide them.  Apparently, these eggs were dug up by the scientists and brought to the hatchery, leaving just the hole where they used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIwvFne_t0E/TVrBgiAfwZI/AAAAAAAACu8/RDwQIfEXELU/s400/P1130381.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573980253453271442" border="0" /&gt;We walked all the way to one end of the beach, just enjoying the sound  of the water and the sun coming up.  It was a really beautiful morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2RcUETTzI4/TVrBhiiKlqI/AAAAAAAACvc/cmMDnS-EKpQ/s400/P1130364.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573980270774359714" border="0" /&gt;The seashells on this beach were so beautiful, and plentiful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5iYMDfkENM/TVrBhEOKQNI/AAAAAAAACvU/vrmz_Brwzws/s400/P1130368.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573980262637387986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6y8fUrPgV3s/TVrBg4lf67I/AAAAAAAACvM/S7LCLO7z1J4/s400/P1130372.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573980259514051506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rxCPwX_WBVc/TVrBgmjW48I/AAAAAAAACvE/5_W-sDqaWB4/s400/P1130373.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573980254673232834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DImVXHQD0SA/TVrBNzhD-AI/AAAAAAAACus/GuXw4AJDT3o/s400/P1130394.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573979931735750658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-foFZWopw0XI/TVrBMeBGBAI/AAAAAAAACuk/7TGpUPIpp_A/s400/P1130398.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573979908784653314" border="0" /&gt;We also saw lots of birds on our walk.  Here is a snowy egret looking for food among the waves and the tidepools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfg0GjXQ7ls/TVrBMPdAgoI/AAAAAAAACuc/Vru2O2_o_is/s400/P1130405.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573979904875201154" border="0" /&gt;And a pelican in a nearby tree doing the same:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-11F81foMueA/TVrBMFIogrI/AAAAAAAACuU/KH71Qf-iMmk/s400/P1130412.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573979902105387698" border="0" /&gt;The water was ridiculously clear and we could stand in the tidepools up to our knees and see everything that was going on.  We also saw little scuttle crabs and even hermit crabs along the beach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-91d5899d96203f82" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D91d5899d96203f82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A577595CCE69B06DB04A556CDBC97EF40B582A.174ED07769077F690287DB1668CFFDC59CB50979%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91d5899d96203f82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJD06A3_rhxkXEe3miIK49Ljc0u0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D91d5899d96203f82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A577595CCE69B06DB04A556CDBC97EF40B582A.174ED07769077F690287DB1668CFFDC59CB50979%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91d5899d96203f82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJD06A3_rhxkXEe3miIK49Ljc0u0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bAjqgIu4SmI/TVrA4h2UySI/AAAAAAAACuM/nZDG1coZQNk/s400/P1130419.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573979566215842082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEMoQZkMjcc/TVrA4sPhBpI/AAAAAAAACuE/eeyweMBTbLc/s400/P1130427.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573979569005856402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3AKv4GgHm44/TVrA4PIEWkI/AAAAAAAACt8/3O5meDvKMUY/s400/P1130444.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573979561189988930" border="0" /&gt;On the way back to the beach, we noticed that the surfers were out in full force.  Here's one shot of a guy catching a wave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jS_Sx8rYNI4/TVrA3wpqbNI/AAAAAAAACt0/RtNVF8tgnmg/s400/P1130454.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573979553009396946" border="0" /&gt;The best part about our hotel was the restaurant.  We walked straight from the beach into the restaurant and order the typical Costa Rican breakfast.  It was quite tasty and gave us the energy for our next adventure!  We rented a canoe and paddled through the estuary that exists behind Playa Grande.  We had to drive to Hotel BulaBula which faces the estuary (and looked really nice, by the way), and then the canoes were waiting for us there.  They had an easy put-in spot, which we found out was also the pick-up for water taxis and other estuary tours.  We decided not to have a guide with us and instead went out on our own.  We ran into a guide who was taking some other hotel guests out on a canoe tour and he told us all the good stuff was to the right.  So...we went to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SW1XssoegnU/TVrA3jmqYeI/AAAAAAAACts/WHA4uuFE_1A/s400/P1130464.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573979549507150306" border="0" /&gt;For a while it seemed like we had the whole estuary to ourselves.  We had open water, clear views and saw tons and tons of amazing birds.  It's a saltwater, tidal estuary that empties into the ocean and we were there pretty much at low tide.  Again, the water was amazingly clear and we could see to the bottom, which was only a few feet down in most spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XG4UxN_WzpI/TVrAnZ8pv9I/AAAAAAAACtk/IKEtNoMvm3U/s400/P1130468.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573979272037122002" border="0" /&gt;After our quiet tour of the left side of the estuary, we headed to the right side to where all of the bigger tourist boats were.  They were mostly motor boats, so they made bit of noise, but there weren't too many of them and they actually helped us figure out where the Howler monkeys were!  We came around a corner and saw a boat pulled up to a path.  We had heard that you had to get out of the boat to see the monkeys, so we figured this must have been what this empty boat was up to.  Sure enough, as we were paddling up to the shore, a group of about 10 people came out of the woods saying that they had seen the Howlers.  So we tied up the canoe and headed in that general direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac is amazing at spotting wildlife.  About 5 minutes in he said in a whisper, "Shh...there's a male monkey looking for a place to nap."  And then we looked over at the next tree and there were about 15 monkeys just lazing around in the mid-day heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BJJ5Ij2uNtE/TVrAm66dF_I/AAAAAAAACtc/X64gi5v5dQQ/s400/P1130483.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573979263706404850" border="0" /&gt;The adults were especially lazy.  There were a few younger monkeys who were happy playing around and finding some stuff to eat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-darVjdN2o60/TVrAmjW-eEI/AAAAAAAACtU/x-wQ8jvMNcM/s400/P1130485.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573979257383581762" border="0" /&gt;We were very quiet and still and enjoyed just watching them move around.  The monkeys are most active in the mornings and later afternoons when it's a little cooler, so we just let them enjoy their quiet, lazy time of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Et1lkw1tSZg/TVrAmMOg33I/AAAAAAAACtM/Hx5xc5Io9t4/s400/P1130490.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573979251174072178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOY5lZ4h5n8/TVrAl8ddAgI/AAAAAAAACtE/-OTlAFR8dD8/s400/P1130491.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573979246941766146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And here's a little video of one finding a good place to rest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b3799c4d500d8c2a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db3799c4d500d8c2a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C6CF7825E20D1C4B575DE25A3728CED88F5AE2.3CCF7A484331B9EEF622F21FDFCBDC58E8BE62A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db3799c4d500d8c2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2h7O_SYAGhe5BS4Qslhkha100T4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db3799c4d500d8c2a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C6CF7825E20D1C4B575DE25A3728CED88F5AE2.3CCF7A484331B9EEF622F21FDFCBDC58E8BE62A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db3799c4d500d8c2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2h7O_SYAGhe5BS4Qslhkha100T4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seemed to really like just finding a good branch and letting all of their limbs hang loose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1C82-jdfOqw/TVq_e5aYvcI/AAAAAAAACs8/ODl7j4-Ucrs/s400/P1130498.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573978026352885186" border="0" /&gt;After about 10-15 minutes we quietly walked away and left them in peace.  While we were walking back to the canoe, though, we heard them start to howl.  What a noise!  We aren't sure what set them off, but I'm glad it wasn't us.  This distinct noise that they make can be heard for up to a mile and a half.  I'm kind of glad we got to experience that, but I would have felt bad if we had made them do it.  We also passed another group of tourists heading in that direction.  I'm glad Mac and I got to see them quietly and with just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Mac in the little fiberglass canoe that we rented, getting ready to set off from where we stopped to see the monkeys.  I'm holding the rope and about to hop in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z9DltOt5gV0/TVq_e_PMOLI/AAAAAAAACs0/d7x_pbcaVl8/s400/P1130513.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573978027916540082" border="0" /&gt;The other big sight to see in the estuary is the American Saltwater Crocodiles.  We saw one scoot into the water quite a bit ahead of us, so we knew we were in the right place.  And there were lots of little sunny beaches where you might imagine a crocodile would enjoy sunning himself. And then we turned a corner in an area that was too shallow for the tourist boats and were treated to the sight of this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOd47MRHAt4/TVq_eFk1byI/AAAAAAAACss/aN1xPU08Im0/s400/P1130515.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573978012438064930" border="0" /&gt;He was probably 7-8 feet long and just hanging out in the sun.  We let the canoe just glide and that offered us a chance to get a good look at him.  What teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0WPmS8kLAU/TVq_dsMSXeI/AAAAAAAACsk/sf3pSKJMUOI/s400/P1130518.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573978005624217058" border="0" /&gt;Here's a shot including the end of the canoe so you can see how close we were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2UwY0Z32kb8/TVq_dfDhy8I/AAAAAAAACsc/TFPOruGfQdA/s400/P1130519.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573978002097818562" border="0" /&gt;And after a minute or so he crawled into the water:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyzrfVFomJA/TVq_PGg2RHI/AAAAAAAACsU/GaEna1F3xwo/s400/P1130521.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573977754991740018" border="0" /&gt;I have to say, we were quite proud of ourselves for having taken a much quieter, smaller canoe and no guide and seeing everything we hoped to see, probably in a more intimate setting than what the bigger tours would have offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aJFWA7QzEfc/TVq_O3BuhvI/AAAAAAAACsM/YLBFHF-pwN8/s400/P1130525.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573977750834677490" border="0" /&gt;We spent a total of about 4 hours on the water and after we brought the canoe up, we treated ourselves to lunch and a huge mango margarita at Hotel BulaBula:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAtV05n5d0Y/TVq_OpFDJ5I/AAAAAAAACsE/J-coC3Fe58k/s400/P1130529.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573977747090515858" border="0" /&gt;It was a particularly hot day that day, so the food and especially the cold drinks tasted great!  We then headed back to our hotel and immediately hopped in the ocean.  We were a little dirty from the canoe trip and it felt good to rinse off in the perfectly warm water.  My guess is that the ocean water was at about 75-80 degrees, which felt great compared to the 90-95 degree day!  With the low tide, the beach was especially wide and even far out, you could still stand and have the water be just above your knees.  It was perfect.  We then hopped in the hotel pool for another version of rinsing off and then finally got back to our room for actual showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were cleaned up, we headed to the hotel restaurant, which is where the free wi-fi was, and did a little research about what to do the next day.  We also eventually ordered dinner and this amazing dessert.  I'll mention it yet again, but the fruit in Costa Rica is just outstanding!  This was just a dish of but up fruit and vanilla ice cream, but it was outstanding and probably tasted even more amazing at the end of a hot day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mA2iUCX7u0M/TVq_OTI_cuI/AAAAAAAACr8/ufWaDZQASE8/s400/P1130538.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573977741201470178" border="0" /&gt;In fact, we were so distracted by dessert that we missed sunset over the ocean.  We could kind of see it from the restaurant, but this was what it looked like by the time I got to the beach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wm4IXJ59-hM/TVq_OLRehxI/AAAAAAAACr0/0T7LTArUltE/s400/P1130541.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573977739089577746" border="0" /&gt;We spent another evening waiting for turtles, again with no luck.  This time though, we came a little more prepared with books and a little snack.  We sat through the presentation again, this time with a different guide who was quite nervous about her English (I'm glad we saw the one the night before, it was much more informative).   And then waited and read and journaled and chatted with other folks who were waiting and then finally, hours later, the volunteer came in and said "So sorry, no turtles" and made a sad face and that pretty much summed up our leatherback turtle experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Mac slept in a bit and I took a solo walk along the beach.  No turtle tracks this time, but still lots of shells:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xg2erV6C2FQ/TVq_B22vg8I/AAAAAAAACrs/vF8XGuACTWo/s400/P1130559.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573977527450305474" border="0" /&gt;And lots of surfers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3w3yRXDocpI/TVq_BvM2vZI/AAAAAAAACrk/5Bg5OaBNlHo/s400/P1130561.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573977525395570066" border="0" /&gt;I think there was a surf lesson going on because there were lots of people just bobbing around in the water for a while and then one guy caught a wave, apparently to show them how it's done.  There was also a small group on the beach, including this photographer.  Hey, if all else fails I can move to Costa Rica and photograph the surfers, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rT6fB_2oDZY/TVq_BQ1O1OI/AAAAAAAACrc/LhP5TJG1Cys/s400/P1130563.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573977517243421922" border="0" /&gt;Just outside our hotel was a little taco stand that also advertised surf lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_3WAc1B5uI/TVq_BeYYyfI/AAAAAAAACrU/cSWqhJcPI3Y/s400/P1130564.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573977520880536050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And here's the entrance to the beach known for turtles and surfers.  They seem to co-exist quite well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISVuLm4PvAg/TVq_BCRfSYI/AAAAAAAACrM/WXVSHEKv78I/s400/P1130565.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573977513335409026" border="0" /&gt;When I got back, we packed up our bags but didn't check out quite yet.  We decided to take a water taxi to Tamarindo, a beach town nearby, to have breakfast.  We drove back to Hotel Bula Bula and got picked up by Enrique, a local estuary guide and water taxi driver.  He said he's been working on the estuary for more than 20 years.  Right before we docked in Tamarindo we saw a troop of howler monkeys in the nearby trees.  Enrique tried to make them howl by imitating their sound, but it didn't work.  He said he rarely sees monkeys in the trees there and that we were really lucky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFBpjEyKntY/TVq-1sEwfRI/AAAAAAAACrE/vsX7vCWk3vo/s400/DSC_0608.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573977318397869330" border="0" /&gt;We ate breakfast at Olga's Coffeeshop and it was pretty good.  We split a bagel with cream cheese and tomato and an order of Huevos Rancheros which was great.  Mac had a good coffee and I had a refreshing iced tea and then a pineapple smoothie.  When I ordered the smoothie, the woman walked over and grabbed a whole pineapple and started cutting it up.  Now that's fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also stopped at the grocery store in Tamarindo and then walked back to where the taxis come.  On our walk along the main road, we noticed this netted bridge across the highway and when we asked Enrique about it, he confirmed our suspicion that it was a monkey bridge.  The electrical wires can be a hazard to the monkeys, so they've tried to give them a better path to get across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvpMv3GObZs/TVq-1RKsdrI/AAAAAAAACq8/tv694By1mAk/s400/DSC_0613.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573977311175014066" border="0" /&gt;During our taxi ride back to Bula Bula, Enrique pointed out some wildlife, like this tri-colored heron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GFFzo5RaIOY/TVq-1Kk5BEI/AAAAAAAACq0/7VqV-lP8V_4/s400/DSC_0618.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573977309405840450" border="0" /&gt;When we got back to the car after our trip to Tamarindo, we both looked at each other and realized that something was smelling pretty funky in the car.  We nailed it down to our Keens, which had been in the estuary the day before and apparently didn't get cleaned off too well.  We rinsed them again, and then dipped them in the overly chlorinated hotel pool and then let them dry on top of the car while we checked out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zl8T9k7871E/TVq-1NSqZhI/AAAAAAAACqs/0CUiKXMCs3Q/s400/DSC_0620.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573977310134691346" border="0" /&gt;Before we headed out we stopped to take some photos around the hotel.  The parking lot was full of these beautiful hibiscus plants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cauMpJILSlY/TVq9ZTr83AI/AAAAAAAACqc/bM6FBa2SpSw/s400/DSC_0622.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573975731303406594" border="0" /&gt;We saw this mutant blue jay (about twice as big as a blue jay) hanging out around the hotel quite a bit, and right as we were leaving it landed in a nearby tree and seemed to pose for this photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o00hJK3Iuqc/TVq9Y8ieCrI/AAAAAAAACqU/jwibCzi48NY/s400/DSC_0632.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573975725089622706" border="0" /&gt;We also stopped at the ranger station for Las Baulas National Park and took some photos in front of this cool mural.  The map on the right is of Costa Rica and there is a little square of the left side of the country showing where we were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xCF-SCF11uY/TVq-aNImf9I/AAAAAAAACqk/fvK-dQF6dHY/s400/DSC_0646.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573976846236024786" border="0" /&gt;Mac wins for most hilarious photo of the trip (this made me laugh while I was taking it, and it still makes me laugh):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1uS-wNryHqg/TVq9YnoA94I/AAAAAAAACqM/OXfQ3b3GcFI/s400/DSC_0648.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573975719475738498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking these photos, we headed out toward &lt;a href="http://www.monkey-park.org/ingles/ing01QuienesSomos/index.html"&gt;Monkey Park&lt;/a&gt;, a monkey and animal rehabilitation center that was about a 1/2 hour drive away.  About 15 minutes away from Las Baulas we realized that we left one of our tote bags back at the mural, so we drove all the way back, thankfully it was still sitting on the table where we left it and then we set off again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got to Monkey Park and enjoyed looking at all of the animals.  They attempt to rehabilitate any of the animals that are brought to them, but some have been domesticated and can not be released into the wild.  For instance, they had a beautiful ocelot that someone had tried to keep as a pet.  She will never be released into the wild because she never learned to hunt for fend for herself, but they are trying to introduce her to the idea of hunting by incorporating a small pond into her cage and putting fish in there that she can hunt if she wants to.  It seemed like they were doing really good work for these animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were iguana all over the place, not in cages, but just roaming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yAPi-Thyl-Q/TVq9YrL04NI/AAAAAAAACqE/sTtbNtZoils/s400/DSC_0651.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573975720431247570" border="0" /&gt;This one was especially fat, and we eventually figured out why.  The animals in cages are fed by leaving food just outside their cages so that they have to reach for it and after the monkeys were fed, we saw and iguana come up and steal some of the monkey food.  So these iguanas have a pretty easy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ohlNbVwSmY/TVq9YevFxDI/AAAAAAAACp8/ddGagXqN23o/s400/DSC_0655.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573975717089494066" border="0" /&gt;The Monkey Park also has a butterfly garden that was small, but nice.  This one was my favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ORF0TXmOw_c/TVq8jx2htiI/AAAAAAAACp0/_dpDbRJmm5M/s400/DSC_0661.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573974811687892514" border="0" /&gt;We were quite impressed by all of the colors on this toucans beak!  Even though they were in a cages, it was neat to see so many animals that were native to the area, right up close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eGotc6M0lUg/TVq8jLBnTCI/AAAAAAAACps/s0fiOpyS1Mw/s400/DSC_0665.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573974801265413154" border="0" /&gt;We especially loved these capuchin monkeys.  There were having a pretty good time and getting really excited because they were soon going to be fed.  There are lots of places in Costa Rica where you can see capuchins in the wild, but we didn't see any this trip.  Maybe next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kPH6j3BbCU/TVq8is728WI/AAAAAAAACpk/24lA8tmJXvc/s400/DSC_0668.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573974793188208994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this video gets the prize for funniest video of the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-640fb2374bfcb088" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D640fb2374bfcb088%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEE5D6CE663DC7EA3C23DD4479D88C39FDA55609.671F87D445299D753ECB05C42F9DE6B74790B9E9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D640fb2374bfcb088%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7EthM0cMp-LajnDh-w3zkedsY2g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D640fb2374bfcb088%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEE5D6CE663DC7EA3C23DD4479D88C39FDA55609.671F87D445299D753ECB05C42F9DE6B74790B9E9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D640fb2374bfcb088%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7EthM0cMp-LajnDh-w3zkedsY2g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the gift shop and picked up a t-shirt (clean clothes for Mac!) and gave them a small donation.  We also had lunch at the snack bar at the park, and the funniest part was that they had Michael Jackson music videos playing the whole time.  It was another hot day and we both had wonderfully refreshing fresh fruit smoothies along with our lunch.  We got in the car and headed back to Casa Amanecer and San Ramon.  We were treated to a glimpse of more howler monkeys over the highway on our trip home - our third time seeing them in the wild.  We got in just after dark, around 6pm and checked in and then headed back into San Ramon for dinner.  This time we found the restaurant we were looking for the first time.  It's a lot easier to find a restaurant when you have the name right.  It's called Rincon Poetica and we got a few bocas (small plates, like tapas) and an order of Arroz con Palmito.  I had had this dish at one other point during the trip and it's SO good.  It's basically rice with hearts of palm and some cream and it's delicious.  This one was served with a salad and french fries.  If there's one dish I want to try to reenact at home, it's this dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went home and enjoyed another relaxing evening.  This was our last night in Costa Rica and we had some reorganizing to do before packing up.   We had a good nights sleep, and it felt especially good after two nights in the most uncomfortable bed in the country.  The next morning we slept in, enjoyed our last Costa Rican breakfast, packed up all our stuff headed out of San Ramon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out of town we saw this great little school.  Yes, that's our first president, Jorge Washington:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DThH2f02Tw/TVq8ibBNPtI/AAAAAAAACpc/MMdQEtZC5DQ/s400/DSC_0707.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573974788378803922" border="0" /&gt;And one last view of those beautiful orange trees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dSE2W4IXFh8/TVq8ibdwyLI/AAAAAAAACpU/GtGzyBslQiM/s400/DSC_0708.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573974788498573490" border="0" /&gt;We returned the rental car and got a shuttle back to the airport.  Here's one of our last views of the mountains of the central valley before we flew out to Houston:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gx8K_H5po4Y/TVrCu4MZ4-I/AAAAAAAACxM/E221ykk6G5M/s400/DSC_0713.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573981599438595042" border="0" /&gt;We flew from San Jose, Costa Rica to Mac's hometown of Houston for a scheduled overnight lay-over.  So even though this is the end of our trip to Costa Rica, there's one more stop before we actually get home.  Stay tuned for a blog about that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-3656476407926580842?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/3656476407926580842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=3656476407926580842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3656476407926580842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/3656476407926580842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/02/costa-rica-part-4-san-ramon-playa.html' title='Costa Rica, part 4: San Ramón &amp; Playa Grande'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IGowCGpUb3Y/TV575jTR1SI/AAAAAAAAC1E/Ia4Jh_vX8yw/s72-c/DSC_0573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-1902607478832789006</id><published>2011-02-17T10:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:44:50.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Rica, part 3: Orosi and Irazú</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nRbYEJw3_Ow/TVq6ID2or9I/AAAAAAAACo8/dy7Lhbf-BkE/s1600/DSC_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nRbYEJw3_Ow/TVq6ID2or9I/AAAAAAAACo8/dy7Lhbf-BkE/s400/DSC_0391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573972136460595154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After leaving Cabinas Cecelia and Santa Maria de Dota, we headed to Orosi.  We had a somewhat frustrating time getting through Cartago, but once we found one of the only street signs in the city and figured out where we were on a map, we headed in the right direction.  Before we got into town we stopped at Mirador Orosi to get a view of the whole valley.  It was awesome to see the river and the town on such a beautiful clear day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Mac and I at the Mirador, after I figured out how to use the self-timer on my camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GuZd4FhMhV4/TVq6IOoaXlI/AAAAAAAACo0/1MKjm9YPL5U/s1600/DSC_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GuZd4FhMhV4/TVq6IOoaXlI/AAAAAAAACo0/1MKjm9YPL5U/s400/DSC_0396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573972139353726546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we got into the town of Orosi we got turned around a little bit and asked two teenage boys for directions.  After telling us where to go, they offered to sell us some of the avocados that they had with them.  We got 5 beautiful avocados for 1,000 colones or about $2.  We finally got to the hotel, checked in and had a snack with the newly acquired avocados and the bread that we bought a couple days ago.  Our hotel room had a small kitchenette, which worked out perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKQcncgbXLs/TVq6H29DdII/AAAAAAAACos/qgFPXRyw1NA/s1600/DSC_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKQcncgbXLs/TVq6H29DdII/AAAAAAAACos/qgFPXRyw1NA/s400/DSC_0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573972132997854338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the view over town from the balcony of the hotel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cmKbkvL2M6M/TVq5uDvvFEI/AAAAAAAACok/0-uGZ10K4rc/s1600/DSC_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cmKbkvL2M6M/TVq5uDvvFEI/AAAAAAAACok/0-uGZ10K4rc/s400/DSC_0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573971689755055170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to spend the afternoon doing a circle tour of the Orosi Valley around Lake Cachi.  Our first stop was supposed to be the Ruins of Ujarras, but we realized we missed the turn when we came across the dam that was supposed to be our second stop.  The signage in Costa Rica is less than ideal to say the least.  But we stopped once we had crossed the bridge near the dam and got out to walk across the bridge and see the lake that it creates (Lake Cachi) and the river in the valley below.  Here's a shot of the dam and nearby cultivated hillsides:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L025xhAi5jY/TVq5t3ZFtDI/AAAAAAAACoc/ItL61a-bAOs/s1600/DSC_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L025xhAi5jY/TVq5t3ZFtDI/AAAAAAAACoc/ItL61a-bAOs/s400/DSC_0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573971686438843442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got back in the car and headed back to the Ruins.  It was really hot, but it was nice to see the ruins and walk through the surrounding park.  This church was originally built in 1693 and is Costa Rica's oldest church:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dSFlB_NyyI/TVq5jUoDR4I/AAAAAAAACoU/0ilT6C4qoCk/s1600/DSC_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dSFlB_NyyI/TVq5jUoDR4I/AAAAAAAACoU/0ilT6C4qoCk/s400/DSC_0415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573971505307666306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a shot of me at the ruins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JrFvY-Euvk0/TVq5jFIl8wI/AAAAAAAACoM/zb30boa_YzQ/s1600/DSC_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JrFvY-Euvk0/TVq5jFIl8wI/AAAAAAAACoM/zb30boa_YzQ/s400/DSC_0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573971501149188866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The surrounding area was really beautiful.  The orange trees that you see were actually flowering trees that were in bloom all over the central valley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D60fax1L4go/TVq5i1S4njI/AAAAAAAACoE/c3JvNvJQy7I/s1600/DSC_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D60fax1L4go/TVq5i1S4njI/AAAAAAAACoE/c3JvNvJQy7I/s400/DSC_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573971496897388082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this sign kind of cracked us up.  The graphic in the bottom right is what makes it really funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0oUBK7taiQ/TVq5i2YE5PI/AAAAAAAACn8/pkU-vD-nDzc/s1600/DSC_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0oUBK7taiQ/TVq5i2YE5PI/AAAAAAAACn8/pkU-vD-nDzc/s400/DSC_0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573971497187599602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next stop on the tour was &lt;span&gt;La Casa del Soñador&lt;/span&gt;.  It is a house that was built by an artist and woodworker out of wood and bamboo and some parts of it are intricately carved.  There are also lots of little carvings for sale inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQuzwW9T2F0/TVq5ivC4m5I/AAAAAAAACn0/jvxr8n5ehZE/s1600/DSC_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQuzwW9T2F0/TVq5ivC4m5I/AAAAAAAACn0/jvxr8n5ehZE/s400/DSC_0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573971495219665810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a little confusing if the guy actually lived there or not (or if he was even still alive), and the space was very small.  Both the guy at the hotel front desk and our guidebook made a point of mentioning this place, so I think we had higher hopes.  It was interesting, but didn't "wow" us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FXsmXl3xlU/TVq5QGPd1SI/AAAAAAAACns/khE9ZqY0L2Y/s1600/DSC_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FXsmXl3xlU/TVq5QGPd1SI/AAAAAAAACns/khE9ZqY0L2Y/s400/DSC_0444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573971175028938018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we stopped at this really lovely restaurant on the lake for lunch.  I had delicious crepes with spinach and sweet corn and Mac had ceviche, and yes, we tried some more of the local beer.  It was a hot afternoon and the ice cold beer (and the seltzer) tasted great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTu3IL5mlgs/TVq5P2VQM0I/AAAAAAAACnk/WjrugKhNQjU/s1600/DSC_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTu3IL5mlgs/TVq5P2VQM0I/AAAAAAAACnk/WjrugKhNQjU/s400/DSC_0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573971170758243138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch we walked down to the lake to enjoy the breeze and the view over the water:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fi17SFQrZyw/TV1XBzrRPQI/AAAAAAAAC0s/tlxxPkI9c98/s1600/DSC_0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fi17SFQrZyw/TV1XBzrRPQI/AAAAAAAAC0s/tlxxPkI9c98/s400/DSC_0460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574707602317720834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We had fun taking photos in the pretty scenery.  Here's Mac pointing out some cute little ducklings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OYPuvwJ0Q0Q/TVq5PhvzPDI/AAAAAAAACnc/CVoKAsiVwWQ/s1600/DSC_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OYPuvwJ0Q0Q/TVq5PhvzPDI/AAAAAAAACnc/CVoKAsiVwWQ/s400/DSC_0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573971165232446514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And an arm's length shot of the two of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xE3AWlOQOSs/TVq5PQ4n7yI/AAAAAAAACnU/oTFhh9TWJjg/s1600/DSC_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xE3AWlOQOSs/TVq5PQ4n7yI/AAAAAAAACnU/oTFhh9TWJjg/s400/DSC_0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573971160706051874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a nice shot that Mac took of me under this great big tree that was at the end of a little peninsula that jutted out into the lake.  Mac said he thought it looked very "Alice in Wonderland":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_9My4pW60Y/TVq5PPvUaCI/AAAAAAAACnM/wZZ8uIXXWrw/s1600/DSC_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_9My4pW60Y/TVq5PPvUaCI/AAAAAAAACnM/wZZ8uIXXWrw/s400/DSC_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573971160398587938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We soon got on our way to finish up the circle tour and head back to Orosi.  We had to cross this narrow old one-way bridge on the way back, and it didn't help that this guy was just standing in the middle of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nI0cvaMv7JU/TVq1rbOgLtI/AAAAAAAACnE/GYiBhqIbaW0/s1600/DSC_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nI0cvaMv7JU/TVq1rbOgLtI/AAAAAAAACnE/GYiBhqIbaW0/s400/DSC_0474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573967246471999186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped at a grocery store in Orosi to pick up some more bottled water and ran into some Americans who were living in Orosi for a few months.  The woman wanted nothing more than a jar of Ragu tomato sauce, but they didn't have it.  We had fun checking out what they had to offer and even picked up a can of Rum and Coke to try later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After parking the car and dropping off some stuff at the hotel, we ventured out to walk around town.  Orosi is really quite small and the people are very friendly.  We ran into the Americans again and waved Hi.  It's amazing how quickly you can find a friendly face in a small town.  We walked through a section of town with brand new homes and then found the footbridge that goes across the river:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5BdGpCI8j2Q/TVq1qxDXglI/AAAAAAAACm8/asaXSdjjaAo/s1600/DSC_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5BdGpCI8j2Q/TVq1qxDXglI/AAAAAAAACm8/asaXSdjjaAo/s400/DSC_0478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573967235151004242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here you can see where the old footbridge once stood.  The green rectangle on the near shore is completely collapsed into the river.  The new footbridge gets quite a bit of use.  In the 15 minutes or so that we were here at least a dozen people walked over it in either direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwufAZDw69A/TVq1quMF95I/AAAAAAAACm0/Z-oDODEndWE/s1600/DSC_0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pIaRUL8bbNc/TV1XBsndX-I/AAAAAAAAC0k/ej0B5GhRMk8/s1600/DSC_0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pIaRUL8bbNc/TV1XBsndX-I/AAAAAAAAC0k/ej0B5GhRMk8/s400/DSC_0483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574707600422690786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a view of the river from on the bridge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UMb6hRPwiDw/TV1XBvehtEI/AAAAAAAAC0c/_vPRVXBSz9Q/s1600/DSC_0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UMb6hRPwiDw/TV1XBvehtEI/AAAAAAAAC0c/_vPRVXBSz9Q/s400/DSC_0489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574707601190532162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of the bridge itself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbt8azmUN0Y/TVq1qbRlOiI/AAAAAAAACms/tGWJDOxz9Ls/s1600/DSC_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbt8azmUN0Y/TVq1qbRlOiI/AAAAAAAACms/tGWJDOxz9Ls/s400/DSC_0480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573967229305043490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked back toward town and got a closer look at the church in town, which is the oldest still-operating church in the country.  It was closed, so we didn't get to see inside.  It's fairly modest on the outside, but had a really nice lawn and landscaping:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcpAUC84PUA/TVq1qGZHyDI/AAAAAAAACmk/llnVsZVaTTM/s1600/DSC_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcpAUC84PUA/TVq1qGZHyDI/AAAAAAAACmk/llnVsZVaTTM/s400/DSC_0500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573967223699523634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It sits on the edge of the soccer field in the middle of town.  Most towns that we went to had a main church, a park and/or a soccer field.  And most of the directions we got involved where something was located in relation to one or more of these locations.  For example "It's 100 meters from the north side of the Parque".  Not many of the streets are named, so having a map with landmarks is also extremely helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1WVyl51rZQ/TVqmIe2PKWI/AAAAAAAACmc/GB61puKbFko/s1600/DSC_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1WVyl51rZQ/TVqmIe2PKWI/AAAAAAAACmc/GB61puKbFko/s400/DSC_0497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573950153474124130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate dinner at a restaurant that's known for it's typical Costa Rican food.  Mac got a huge plate of fajitas and I got a vegetarian cosado with the standard rice, beans, plantains, veggies, chayote and some tortilla chips.  I also got a banana daquiri, which was really tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gumMX5taELo/TVqmIJMMenI/AAAAAAAACmU/0tCRwozLK_k/s1600/DSC_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gumMX5taELo/TVqmIJMMenI/AAAAAAAACmU/0tCRwozLK_k/s400/DSC_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573950147660642930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We wandered through town a bit more on our way back to the hotel.  Once we got to the hotel we used the internet connection to make some plans for the beach and looked at some maps to figure out our plan for tomorrow.  We also shared that can of Rum and Coke, which was actually surprisingly good for what it was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tXk1W0FLdnQ/TVqlD_nIXdI/AAAAAAAACmM/JtoNs7m0how/s1600/DSC_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tXk1W0FLdnQ/TVqlD_nIXdI/AAAAAAAACmM/JtoNs7m0how/s400/DSC_0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573948976858160594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We woke up the next morning and had a small breakfast of more avocado and bread in our hotel room, and got a cup of tea and a mug of coffee at the hotel coffee shop.  I had to take a photo of the little hotel parking lot.  Clearly, this is the standard rental car in Costa Rica.  Ours in the one in the middle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nPfELSmPi0U/TVqlDdq6UWI/AAAAAAAACmE/KQAMldzkyeU/s1600/DSC_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nPfELSmPi0U/TVqlDdq6UWI/AAAAAAAACmE/KQAMldzkyeU/s400/DSC_0508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573948967747211618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way out of town we were stuck behind this truck loaded with fruit.  We would often see trucks like this stopped on the side of the road, selling their fruit.  We eventually found enough of a straightaway to pass.  Another thing about driving in Costa Rica is that there are very few marked passing lanes.  When someone knows they're going slow they'll put on their left turn signal to say "I know you're going to pass me, that's cool" or  "there's no one coming, I think you can make it now".  They will often slow down even more as you pass them to make sure you can do it safely.  It actually works out well on these winding mountain roads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2h-0At8AwAY/TVy3iwVQP1I/AAAAAAAACz8/MP9Lrle6tYo/s1600/FruitTruck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2h-0At8AwAY/TVy3iwVQP1I/AAAAAAAACz8/MP9Lrle6tYo/s400/FruitTruck.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574532246495313746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We headed out of Orosi to the top of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Irazú&lt;/span&gt; volcano.  The drive was essentially straight up a mountain.  About halfway up the mountain we came to this "big Jesus Christ" as the woman at the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Irazú&lt;/span&gt; entrance referred to it.  It certainly is a noticeable landmark!  It's also the place where you can go left to continue up to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Irazú&lt;/span&gt;, or turn right and get to another volcano, Turialba, which is currently closed because of recent activity.  I guess you have to have someone watching over you when you live or work on the side of an active volcano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRboxPOu6Gc/TVqlDBYgHvI/AAAAAAAACl8/DSRK-4vX7zE/s1600/DSC_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRboxPOu6Gc/TVqlDBYgHvI/AAAAAAAACl8/DSRK-4vX7zE/s400/DSC_0511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573948960153804530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mountainside (volcanoside?) that we drove up was particularly lush and we saw many farmers working the fields.  You would think that volcanic soil wouldn't be good for growing things, but apparently it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-724hJ_EfT4k/TVqlC03pXJI/AAAAAAAACl0/KJUeiTCJLI8/s1600/DSC_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-724hJ_EfT4k/TVqlC03pXJI/AAAAAAAACl0/KJUeiTCJLI8/s400/DSC_0512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573948956794772626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cows like it, too!  There was a lot of livestock, sometimes tethered, mostly just roaming free, along the side of the road.  Mostly cows and horses, but the occasional goat, too.  They seem to know that the road is a bad place to be.  We saw many very close to the road, but none got in our way:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWKmTZlg8cA/TV1UhfEHPRI/AAAAAAAAC0U/itkNfMNi-2Q/s1600/DSC_0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWKmTZlg8cA/TV1UhfEHPRI/AAAAAAAAC0U/itkNfMNi-2Q/s1600/DSC_0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWKmTZlg8cA/TV1UhfEHPRI/AAAAAAAAC0U/itkNfMNi-2Q/s400/DSC_0514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574704848005709074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twenty-six kilometers past "the big Jesus Christ" and we finally made it to the top of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Irazú&lt;/span&gt;!  There was a very sweet woman at the kiosk who took our money and explained in broken English where we could go and where we couldn't, and also told us that we shouldn't spend more than an hour at the top because the air quality was poor thanks to Turialba's recent activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axyK2UqR6Mc/TVqlC-ji9iI/AAAAAAAACls/JcHD-xcysjE/s1600/DSC_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axyK2UqR6Mc/TVqlC-ji9iI/AAAAAAAACls/JcHD-xcysjE/s400/DSC_0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573948959394821666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a shot of the main cauldron and the brightly colored water that sits inside it.  The color of the water is due to minerals found in the rock.  It's a crater lake, so there is no inlet or outlet, it is filled only by rainwater, and we were there in the dry season, so it was pretty low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RbH9wf3XsBs/TVqk0FS2LUI/AAAAAAAAClk/bju4EzY0bko/s1600/DSC_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RbH9wf3XsBs/TVqk0FS2LUI/AAAAAAAAClk/bju4EzY0bko/s400/DSC_0519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573948703505788226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were told by both our guidebook and the front desk of the hotel that it would be really cold at the top.  We bundled up, but really didn't need so many layers.  It was a lovely day and for the most part we were in the sun above the clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-Prx1t103A/TVqkzou7eqI/AAAAAAAAClc/GmywrqYsG_0/s1600/DSC_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-Prx1t103A/TVqkzou7eqI/AAAAAAAAClc/GmywrqYsG_0/s400/DSC_0524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573948695838948002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's another shot of the lake.  This was taken while standing on the fence and holding my camera above my head to get a better view of the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHSMSoUmVy8/TVqkzSiLqqI/AAAAAAAAClU/iEetkQIptKA/s1600/DSC_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHSMSoUmVy8/TVqkzSiLqqI/AAAAAAAAClU/iEetkQIptKA/s400/DSC_0531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573948689879902882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The surrounding landscape was rather "moonlike" with dark soil and ridges that looked like dried lava flow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qJxyQLfcrU/TVqky9P5xBI/AAAAAAAAClM/IWALLRVr2kU/s1600/DSC_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qJxyQLfcrU/TVqky9P5xBI/AAAAAAAAClM/IWALLRVr2kU/s400/DSC_0537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573948684166087698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Mac getting a better view:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhj8LNK4ZuY/TVqky40B-lI/AAAAAAAAClE/_rLkhr5SKzM/s1600/DSC_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhj8LNK4ZuY/TVqky40B-lI/AAAAAAAAClE/_rLkhr5SKzM/s400/DSC_0548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573948682975443538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the two of us.  There was a group of tourists coming in just as we were leaving and we snagged one to take this photo.  We got there early enough to enjoy an uncrowded and unclouded view and walk along the edge of the crater.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jJ2vyz_cbJM/TVqkiVnhKuI/AAAAAAAACk8/NQl1eJy1oG0/s1600/DSC_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jJ2vyz_cbJM/TVqkiVnhKuI/AAAAAAAACk8/NQl1eJy1oG0/s400/DSC_0551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573948398649813730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Near the gift shop and snack bar we noticed this trash can had Mac's name on it.  Of course we had to take photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mIsvGuCtRJs/TVqkiNKQ3II/AAAAAAAACk0/DsclxF18a-Q/s1600/DSC_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mIsvGuCtRJs/TVqkiNKQ3II/AAAAAAAACk0/DsclxF18a-Q/s400/DSC_0553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573948396379626626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was Mac's idea:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWZc7q8RZgQ/TVqkhu_s7EI/AAAAAAAACks/e_gbvuwqE5k/s1600/DSC_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWZc7q8RZgQ/TVqkhu_s7EI/AAAAAAAACks/e_gbvuwqE5k/s400/DSC_0554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573948388282264642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is another small viewpoint above the main area where you can see the lake.  We tackled the poorly paved road to make it up there and it was neat to be at the highest point on a volcano in Costa Rica.  Here's the view from there of the main crater:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txZjQPlUcUM/TVqkhYAWOXI/AAAAAAAACkk/lxLT7iww1ZY/s1600/DSC_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txZjQPlUcUM/TVqkhYAWOXI/AAAAAAAACkk/lxLT7iww1ZY/s400/DSC_0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573948382110955890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The clouds really started rolling in while we were up there.  Here's Mac at the top.  Apparently on a clear day you can see both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans from up there.  Obviously, we were not treated to that view:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib18_uJBlJY/TV1UgsRmaqI/AAAAAAAAC0E/OgV_BWEXkFk/s1600/DSC_0568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib18_uJBlJY/TV1UgsRmaqI/AAAAAAAAC0E/OgV_BWEXkFk/s400/DSC_0568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574704834372070050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The the sign with the official altitude:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7m5D21Khuo/TVqkhftP1VI/AAAAAAAACkc/7L_GgGD1AJ4/s1600/DSC_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7m5D21Khuo/TVqkhftP1VI/AAAAAAAACkc/7L_GgGD1AJ4/s400/DSC_0564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573948384178328914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After having a snack at the snack bar and doing a little souvenir shopping we got on our way to our next stop: San Ramon.  We had a fairly easy drive all the way through Cartago and around San Jose, with only a few moments of not being sure we were doing the right thing.  Again, that lack of signage can be a little frustrating.  But eventually we made it to Casa Amanecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065361882211060587-1902607478832789006?l=twojunebugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/feeds/1902607478832789006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5065361882211060587&amp;postID=1902607478832789006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/1902607478832789006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5065361882211060587/posts/default/1902607478832789006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2011/02/costa-rica-part-3-orosi-and-irazu.html' title='Costa Rica, part 3: Orosi and Irazú'/><author><name>Previously Junebug B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330408955083123952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nRbYEJw3_Ow/TVq6ID2or9I/AAAAAAAACo8/dy7Lhbf-BkE/s72-c/DSC_0391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065361882211060587.post-6859248125971327362</id><published>2011-02-16T08:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:38:30.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Rica, part 2: Tarrazú</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Our next stop after San Jose was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;Tarrazú&lt;/span&gt; coffee region.  Our drive started out a little on the cloudy side.  This was our view on the Pan American Highway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrtVDInxpNE/TVqS4mYu-9I/AAAAAAAACkU/9tLtGQvEspU/s400/DSC_0109.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573928989899029458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As you can see, anything goes! We got quite a kick out of this "Izuzu", not to mention the pedestrians and bicyclists, cows, horses and tractors that also use the road. It's mostly two lane (sometimes more, sometimes slightly less) and mostly well paved, although we were grateful at times to have the extra height of a small SUV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We drove up and up and up until we were literally in the clouds!  It wasn't quite raining, it was more like a very dense fog.  We were happy to have a car in front of us to show us the way on these curvy, winding mountain roads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9EPlWSOlJAk/TVqS4b4cOcI/AAAAAAAACkM/atCWc4YQD94/s400/DSC_0111.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573928987079227842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But then, we got over the mountain, saw a few rainbows, and just like that it was a beautiful afternoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oudzlrQ77RQ/TVvm_7_VQrI/AAAAAAAACzs/U2VrI_yn-M0/s400/DSC_0118.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574302949910594226" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XWHv_rsNg0Q/TVqS3_eozfI/AAAAAAAACkE/8gIwXv2n2Hk/s400/DSC_0127.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573928979454807538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We met our host, Elena, in Santa Maria de Dota and she showed us the way to Cabinas Cecelia, the little place where we were staying.  Elena offered to meet us at the edge of town and show us in because there was a festival going on in the center of town which closed some roads.  Because of the festival, Cabinas Cecelia was completely booked for the night, so she put us in a house all to ourselves across the street from the rest of the cabinas.  It was amazing.  It was finished being built only three months ago.  So we had a kitchen and huge bedroom and bathroom all to ourselves.  The funny thing was that none of the appliances worked yet, but we weren't planning on using them anyway so it didn't really matter.  You'll see photos of the house later. After settling in, we headed into town to see the festival.  This particular festival centers around horses and making them do fancy steps and dances.  It was awesome to see so many horses and riders in one place.  And clearly there was a lot of pride to be had in showing off your horse.  Here's the view walking to town from the Cabinas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QXbYi4nNVrE/TVqS3u4sMhI/AAAAAAAACj8/_XPQhvr1LK0/s400/DSC_0131.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573928975000678930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The sound of all the horses' hooves was really neat.  Not something you hear in Princeton every day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b1d5090ef8d3b5b7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db1d5090ef8d3b5b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7534A662BDF31EC28B41FD2515708E5A5AD6C7C4.4BB53AA69CA29E73C0038F099BC551F4E547CFCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1d5090ef8d3b5b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvImEXKxw3qiprZipKh2eEQ2iXDo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db1d5090ef8d3b5b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7534A662BDF31EC28B41FD2515708E5A5AD6C7C4.4BB53AA69CA29E73C0038F099BC551F4E547CFCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1d5090ef8d3b5b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvImEXKxw3qiprZipKh2eEQ2iXDo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;This guy had a particularly pretty horse, and I think he knew it.  I love the red decorations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zOIFYqlSaMQ/TVqSacV02rI/AAAAAAAACj0/cNOem4pKNYQ/s400/DSC_0136.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573928471806401202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;This little cowboy liked it, too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujIAxSrGpIk/TVqSaH40DyI/AAAAAAAACjs/NdE-vTkGq7c/s400/DSC_0140.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573928466316005154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It seemed like the whole town (and the next town over) came out for the festival!  The streets were packed, there was live music, and of course the horse parade and judging.  They also had a midway with food and games and rides.  All of the money went to the church in town.  Here's Mac thoroughly enjoying his churros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qe79YPBRbfQ/TVqSaGSPdVI/AAAAAAAACjk/12oGqqpFCY8/s400/DSC_0162.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573928465885787474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;They had a tent with about a half dozen foosball tables under it and these games were intense.  I loved how the table was shimmed underneath:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AAWCySyPrkk/TVqSZ5M_l8I/AAAAAAAACjc/6Ip5nLfbUu8/s400/DSC_0163.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573928462374115266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;There were also a lot of the native people who come to this area from Panama and southern Costa Rica during the coffee harvest.  We learned the next day that most of them get Saturday afternoon off, so spending it at the festival made sense.  The women and girls all wore these colorful, full length dresses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1sUZRlepC7s/TVqSZ0A73II/AAAAAAAACjU/yqR5fstDNWo/s1600/DSC_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1sUZRlepC7s/TVqSZ0A73II/AAAAAAAACjU/yqR5fstDNWo/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573928460981361794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the sun set we took a little walk outside of the festival area just to see more of town.  We came across this cemetery with all above-ground white tiled tombs.  It was quite the contrast to the lush green hills around it.  This seemed to be standard for the cemeteries that we saw later in the trip, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok-c1epjNh4/TVqR8_6BWoI/AAAAAAAACjM/I1KJmwQUSDw/s400/DSC_0175.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573927965957380738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The sun set on the valley fairly early and we realized that it gets chilly pretty fast in the mountains once that sun goes away.  We walked back up to Cabinas Cecelia and ended up taking a little nap (nothing says "vacation" like a nap nearly every day!), put on some layers and attempted to go to San Marcos, the next town over, to get some dinner.  We didn't quite find our way to San Marcos, and instead ended up back in town to get dinner.  Not much was open after the festival was winding down, so we ended up getting some pizza and tres leches, a rich, delicious dessert.  We also picked up a loaf of bread that came in handy a little later.  After dinner we headed back to the cabinas and headed to bed.  We had a big day ahead of us on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We set the alarm for 6:45am and Cecelia was knocking on our door with breakfast by about 7:20.  It was so delicious!  Coffee (of course), fruit, bread, homemade pineapple/carrot jam, fresh squeezed OJ, and eggs.  By 8am Elena was there and we were on our way, following her to her family's coffee farm in San Marcos, about 6km away.  We pulled up a steep, unpaved drive and found ourselves in a coffee field.  We parked the car and walked into the field where we met Felix, Elena's brother and a family of native &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bribri_people"&gt;Bribri&lt;/a&gt; people from Panama.  Roberto, the dad, and two of his kids, Norma, 12 and Roger, 10.  Roberto, Roger and Norma headed one way to start picking where they had left off the day before and Elena, Mac and I headed into the field to learn more about the coffee crop.  Elena told us so much about how coffee grows, how the farm works and about the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;Tarrazú&lt;/span&gt; region.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Just a few facts from what I can remember: Her family's farm was started by her dad 60 years ago.  He planted the first coffee plants there and at first was pretty liberal with the pesticides and fertilizer.  More recently his sons and the cooperative they are part of, have made the farm practices much more healthy, using minimum chemicals and other techniques to have a farm that produces good coffee with less effect on the environment.  The coffee plants themselves have about a 25 year life span.  The cherries (raw coffee beans) can't be harvested for the first 3-5 years, after that it should produce for about another 20 years or so.  Every year cherries from the best plants are saved to be planted to make next year's new plants.  After the harvest season, the entire field is gone through and older plants are removed to make room for new plants.  This way, there is a mix of newer and older plants and there are always a majority of plants that are mature enough to harvest.  The thing that makes the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;Tarrazú&lt;/span&gt; region so special is it's altitude and the acidity of the soil.  This, along with high quality Arabica plants makes for excellent coffee.  The coffee is also shade grown, which is a little bit of a misnomer since there was plenty of sun getting through to the plants.  Basically, "shade-grown" means that there are other trees, in this case banana trees and some other leafy trees, planted every so often among the coffee plants.  These trees do provide some shade, but they also provide some form of pest control.  The bugs are attracted to those trees instead of the coffee plants.  In the case of the bananas, it also provides some food for the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;She also told us about how Coope&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;Tarrazú&lt;/span&gt;, of which they are a member, sells most of its coffee to Starbucks and that they are very happy with the contract that Starbucks has with them.  They (partly the Coope and partly Starbucks) mandate both good environmental practices and good treatment of the workers.  I asked about the kids working and Elena explained that they are not allowed to force the kids to work, but if they want to, they are allowed.  Most of the people who come as migrant workers bring their whole families for the season.  In this case, it was just Roberto (the dad) and Norma and Roger.  They had left his wives (apparently he has two, which is normal in their culture) and the rest of his children at home.  Norma and Roger seemed happy to be out in the sun and even had kid-sized coffee baskets that they wore when they were picking.  But they also enjoyed some down time just running around and playing in the field.  Another part of treating the workers well is providing them with a place to live (a permanent structure with running water, plumbing, etc), bathrooms and a sink to wash their hands next to the field, and providing them with a lunch break and lunch.  The housing is provided for free and they are charged a small amount to cover the food that they eat.  They are paid by the amount of coffee that they pick and they get about $2 per cajuela (you'll see a photo of this) and Roberto can pick up to 15 cajuelas a day.  This particular family has been working with Elena's family for many years and they come back to them every year.  Elena's family has come to understand the Bribri culture and even some of their language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;After spending about an hour in the field talking with Elena, we finally got to tie on our own baskets and start picking!  When they say "hand-picked" they really mean it.  Each coffee cherry has to be plucked off the bush.  Elena showed us how it's done, but Norma was a pro!  She would look at a bush after I thought I was done with it and go in and find a dozen more ripe, red cherries.  She worked next to me most of the morning and at one point walked behind me while I was squatting down to get some lower branches and just put her hand on my shoulder.  It was the sweetest little gesture and when I looked up, she was looking at me with the teeniest little smile.  She was really quite shy for most of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot of Mac kneeling down to get the lower branches.  His basket is tied around his waist and he's just dropping the cherries into it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F9FsqHfnYfE/TVqR8gFEvCI/AAAAAAAACjE/1UoMnofVdXg/s400/DSC_0182.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573927957413805090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Here's a photo of my hand with some ripe cherries.  You can see how sunny it is, even though these are "shade-grown".  Also, I kept my long sleeves on the whole time because there were plenty of bugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RtRi3KHJ1fU/TVqR8s7YzTI/AAAAAAAACi8/_B88MADY_Iw/s400/DSC_0203.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573927960862838066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Here is our host Elena:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ie_r1w4vlbI/TVqRsezqrfI/AAAAAAAACi0/pPqnDb5AwKQ/s400/DSC_0207.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573927682194451954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And this is Norma.  She wouldn't smile for the camera at all until a bit later.  But you can see she has a smaller basket.  Here she's leaning against one of the banana trees:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8D8Du0ZmGI/TVvm_kDv1zI/AAAAAAAACzk/YFVMy75kkUk/s400/DSC_0210.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574302943486662450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;This is a coffee flower.  Apparently they bloom twice a year and usually all at once, so for 3-4 days the entire plantation is full of white flowers and smells wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYp_mmqZvSc/TVqRZZcGeoI/AAAAAAAACic/G_CcSHQCOQs/s1600/DSC_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYp_mmqZvSc/TVqRZZcGeoI/AAAAAAAACic/G_CcSHQCOQs/s400/DSC_0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573927354335918722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are Mac and I with our baskets after about 3 hours of picking.  Yes, we're both keeping our day jobs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rj6otvBJ-E/TVqROdQDC7I/AAAAAAAACiU/vzW5hdF9SGE/s1600/DSC_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rj6otvBJ-E/TVqROdQDC7I/AAAAAAAACiU/vzW5hdF9SGE/s400/DSC_0226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573927166380542898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Mac is holding the cajuela measure with the beans that he picked inside.  He got just under 1/2 a cajuela in about 3 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hW05DPJI_Iw/TVqROCDgrWI/AAAAAAAACiM/NXcdIc5Rmfk/s400/DSC_0228.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573927159080201570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Here I am with the cherries that I picked.  I had just over 1/2 a cajuela for 3 hours of work, and Roberto can pick 15 cajuelas a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3cSEH49Keg/TVqROHG_y7I/AAAAAAAACiE/1LgSNeICF4w/s400/DSC_0237.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573927160437001138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;After measuring out our cherries, we added them to the ones that Roberto and the kids were picking so that they would get paid for our efforts.  Then Felix brought us lunch and we all sat down for a delicious meal!  Elena and Felix's mom prepared this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casado"&gt;casado&lt;/a&gt; for everyone.  It had rice, beans, potato, plantain and this wonderful chayote salad all wrapped in a banana leaf and steamed.  Apparently this is how many workers bring their lunch into the field.  Roberto and the kids got the same meal and we all sat on the ground, or on tree stumps and ate.  Mac, Elena, Felix and I also had a green salad, which Elena said the Bribris won't eat.  It had lettuce and carrots from her mom's garden.  So delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--qjdlhEEIeM/TVqRN6prv7I/AAAAAAAACh8/boAx5LNehv4/s400/DSC_0243.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573927157092827058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;After everyone was finished eating, the kids were in quite a good mood and even joked around with us a little bit.  Here's a deceiving shot of Roger.  He's 10 years old and about as tall as my 5 year old nephew:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MgvrkCs66_0/TVqRNtNvVYI/AAAAAAAACh0/S8Bdz9FKhe0/s400/DSC_0247.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573927153485960578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Roger really liked giving everyone fist bumps, but Norma would only give them to Elena and I. Here is Roger having fun with Mac:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXwhxjCA-Z4/TVqQ3LnV6EI/AAAAAAAAChs/lhkybHifVn4/s400/DSC_0249.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573926766509418562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And here, finally, is a smiling picture of Norma!  She really stole my heart and was just the sweetest thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G8VPsdUDojM/TVvhyuovwdI/AAAAAAAACy8/hxcPmdTzMGw/s400/DSC_0251.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574297225429762514" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Here's a photo of Mac and I with Roberto, Roger and Norma.  This gives you a sense of how small the Bribri people are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbP8KaN-AB0/TVvhyvJUgKI/AAAAAAAACzE/oK7xcoGgU6U/s400/DSC_0254.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 322px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574297225566388386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And here's a good shot of Elena, Mac and I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96Hp_XSdjE8/TVqQ2d0wgAI/AAAAAAAAChU/MiAQrdlNSSc/s1600/DSC_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96Hp_XSdjE8/TVqQ2d0wgAI/AAAAAAAAChU/MiAQrdlNSSc/s400/DSC_0256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573926754217656322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we left, Mac gave each of the kids 1,000 colones (about $2) and told them to spend it on ice cream.  They were quite thrilled with that.  We said good-bye and they said Thank You in their native language.  I was kind of sad to say good-bye to the kids and Elena.  It's amazing how much of a bond you can form in just one morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the farm, we followed Felix through the town of San Marcos to Coope&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;Tarrazú&lt;/span&gt;, where he gave us a tour of the Cooperative and explained how coffee goes from what we picked at the farm to a green bean that can be shipped out all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started in the Quality Control area and a teenager named Kevin showed us how a cupping is done to test for any flaws in the processing.  They roast a small batch of the green beans from each batch that is finished drying and then make four cups of coffee for each batch.  Here are 7 different batches, so 28 cups of coffee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdoDeKltMUE/TVqQ2N16JtI/AAAAAAAAChM/UALOSlpVJXI/s400/DSC_0259.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573926749927515858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The tasters then sniff and slurp samples from each cup to test for consistency.  If they find something wrong with one cup, they get another sample from that batch and make 10 cups, which are then tested.  If there is one cup out of the ten that is bad, then they make 20 cups and if one of those is bad, the entire batch is considered not up to quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arGQTb9MHPY/TVqQW4ZGIdI/AAAAAAAAChE/H-T1og64WK8/s400/DSC_0260.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573926211593576914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Here's Mac sniffing a freshly made cup:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xD_XfAk3s-I/TVqQWq0g1XI/AAAAAAAACg8/4FCBa_qRBA4/s400/DSC_0262.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573926207950476658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We also got to slurp and spit from the cups that were on the table.  When I first tried it, Felix said I had to make more noise with my slurping.  The idea is to spread a small amount of coffee over your entire tongue, swish it around a bit and then spit it out.  There are tasters on hand 24-hours a day because they have to test the coffee as it is finished before it goes into the silos that are full of good, finished coffee.  If one bad batch goes into a silo, then a million pounds of coffee are ruined.  You can see how important a job it is to be a taste-tester here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the QC room, we headed into the processing plant and learned about how coffee goes from raw cherry to dried green bean.  We were lucky enough to catch a truck coming in to drop off a load of raw cherries.  They are measured by fanega and then deposited into this huge vat.  A fanega is equal to 24 cajuelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZuyQ3iIHho/TVqQWc1cy1I/AAAAAAAACg0/qKVwTwSlVyI/s400/DSC_0276.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573926204196309842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Here you can see how big the vat is.  We were there on a Sunday toward the end of the season, so it wasn't too busy, but during the week in the middle of the harvest season there can be trucks at all eight stations and trucks still waiting in line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xU1oBsoZdVs/TVqQWGzJfcI/AAAAAAAACgs/Bill1frzZ5c/s400/DSC_0277.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573926198281076162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The coffee is then sorted by weight, which is indicative of quality.  The heavier the cherry, the higher the quality.  It goes through sorting, and then the beans are removed from the cherry.  Felix went into detail about how the plant at Coope&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;Tarrazú&lt;/span&gt; has reduced its water consumption by 80% over the last 10 years.  The entire process of moving the cherries and beans from place to place within the plant used to be done with floating them on water, but now they use conveyor belts (which he called "rubber bands") for most of it.  They also collect the mucus that surrounds the bean on the inside of the cherry and use it to water a field of wheat that is close to the plant.  The wheat is then harvested and sold through other parts of the Coopertive.  They have a supermarket, gas station, and agricultural &amp;amp; hardware store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of Felix and I at one of the highest points in the processing plant.  You can see conveyor belts on either side of us that move coffee from the sorting part of the plant to the drying part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_8Pg6UG0-o/TVqQWA18RMI/AAAAAAAACgk/IeyOiKjMalU/s400/DSC_0282.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573926196682179778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The coffee is dried in stages using different methods of heating it up while moving it around.  There were huge machines called John Gordons that used heat created by burning the parchment that is produced later in the process.  This is another way that waste was reduced in the process, and something that was just thrown away is now used as fuel instead of wood.  Coope&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;Tarrazú&lt;/span&gt; even buys extra parchment from other smaller processors, so they also gain profit from what would have been thrown away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So after about 2 months of processing, the coffee is finally ready to be shipped as a green bean to roasters all over the world.  Most of what Coope&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;Tarrazú&lt;/span&gt; produces is purchased by Starbucks, but they also have international buyers in Japan, Europe and Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f1_jzwlFyIQ/TVqPv6tJuBI/AAAAAAAACgc/M90egaNjhEI/s400/DSC_0291.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573925542199670802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Felix spent about 2 hours with us at the processing plant and it was amazing how much I learned about coffee production.  Mac and I both commented later that it was a tour that would never be allowed in the US.  The only protection they gave us was a hard hat and we were right in the production part of the plant - no glass walls, nothing to keep us away from the product.  In fact, at one point we were walking across nearly finished coffee.  It was truly an "insider's view" into what goes into making coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tour we drove back to Cabinas Cecelia, got cleaned up and took a nap (you sense a pattern forming?) and then headed back to San Marcos for dinner.  On the drive back to San Marcos we noticed coffee everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtTPwsRwU44/TVqPvZjos_I/AAAAAAAACgU/16c4uXRrAOY/s400/DSC_0305.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573925533301388274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Before heading to dinner we walked around town a little bit and got to see the town's church.  It  has distinctive blue domes that can be seen from far away when you're driving into the valley:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y029yjEJIVY/TVvm_MAVhsI/AAAAAAAACzc/-gINcwGgAes/s400/DSC_0312.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574302937029904066" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We went to a restaurant called Tachito which was recommended by Felix.  We had a lovely dinner and tried some of the Costa Rican beer which tasted great because it was served ice cold.  Here is a map of the local region, including &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;Tarrazú&lt;/span&gt;, that was hanging in the restaurant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/di
