Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts

Monday, 30 April 2012

When in Rome

Like most travellers in this modern digital age, I took possibly thousands of pictures while travelling through Europe a couple of years back.  Apart from the usual touristy shots, I loved capturing candid images of the local population.  My favourites were the Romans.


Everyone in this shot is caught in intense conversation, save the gentleman to the left.  Here's what I like to think is really going on.  He has taken delight in inviting his secretary out to lunch, not knowing that his wife (in the pink cardigan) has chosen the same restaurant to dine with her bridesmaid, who is filling her in on his every move.


Don't you wish you had the courage to get away with this?  I can just hear her: "I mean, like, what's the point?"


I love the way Roman women dress up, even to do their local shopping.


While the parents are distracted, this little prince is plotting his escape.



Meanwhile in Piazza Navona, these two residents are flirting outrageously with each other high above the crowded piazza.  Note the clever hand signals of the gentleman.  Thumbs up for dining out tonight, while pointing to the chosen restaurant.  Let's hope his wife and her bridesmaid don't pick the same place. 

Friday, 6 May 2011

Green

Several friends have left over the past couple of weeks on flights to Europe, England and other exciting places.  Instead of tucking into comfort food, I took a nostalgic trip through my photo collection of our trip back in 2009.  Can it be that long ago?  Frightening.

Here are some images seen through green eyes.

Hanover
















Hanover






















Jardin du Luxembourg, Paris 


















Parisian fashion


















Paris flowers

















London

















Ancestral gravestone, Alness, Scotland


















Orkney thistle

















Scottish wedding, Orkney























St Stephen's Green, Dublin


















Georgian door, Dublin























Glassware, Venice






















Venetian liquorice






















Roman building badly in need of a haircut





















Roman truck, badly in need of a haircut












Roman boy, badly in need of a haircut

















Roman transport, child















Roman transport, canine

















And finally, Roman Second Breakfast ..... sigh ....

Thursday, 7 January 2010

Travelling South










I don't know if I imagined it or not, but I think Christmas just rushed past before I had time to take it all in.  No, I didn't imagine it, because I have photos to prove it.  The cousins had the most wonderful time getting re-acquainted, as they live over 1,000 kilometres apart and get-togethers are rare.  Our joy was complete with our children, sons-in-law, daughter-in-law, grandchildren and my brother all together for the first time in many a year, and in some cases for the first time.  The interstate members of the family flew and drove into town over several days prior to Christmas, with the local grandchildren meeting their latest cousin for the first time.




A couple of weeks before Christmas I received a surprise package in the mail.  I was delighted on opening it to discover it was from the talented Bel of EmBelISH.  She is branching into yummy edible cupcake decorations and asked me to test some out for Christmas.



Our ever-willing granddaughter from interstate was first on the scene and helped me ice the cakes, after which she popped the lovely decorations on top.  The Etsy shop, Enticing Icing, is now open for business.  Take a look - you'll love it.


The three older children snuck into the dining room to check out the Christmas gifts - they were so good not to open any, as it's really very difficult at that age to restrain from ripping into all that lovely paper.









Sanity finally prevailed at Chez Fudge and a unanimous decision was made to forego the usual hot Christmas turkey, opting instead for glazed ham, lashings of prawns, cold turkey and a variety of salads.  With nine adults and seven children, an oven blasting away for hours was the last thing needed on a typically hot, humid Queensland day.



Our "little" premature baby has come a long way in the last seven months, as his aunt discovered.  He's quite the little charmer with a happy smile for everyone.

Meanwhile, Party Girl was the most sensible, stripping down to the bare essentials.  A little local knowledge is always an advantage.
A perfect Christmas.

It was time to pack for our trip to Sydney, driving down in the company of our daughter and son-in-law.  The ensuing ten days flew past in a blur.  The first couple of days were spent with my brother and we had the most wonderful time reminiscing childhood memories.



Living near the beach as he does, it was a natural to take in an early morning breakfast at Coogee Beach.  Coffee has never tasted better - it must be the sea air.




Next on the itinerary was a trip to the other side of the harbour to stay with some dear friends in their charming cottage, where we were spoilt with warm hospitality and beautiful food.  The next day the four of us set out for the Central Coast, where we were invited to spend New Year's Eve with mutual friends.



Now, I can't give away the location of this magical spot, otherwise our friends would have people beating a path to their door, particularly as our hostess is the most superb cook. 




Since our last visit, the owners have installed an inclinator - so much more civilised than arriving at the top of the hill too breathless to utter a word for several minutes.




But who could complain when the view is to die for?




After a leisurely walk along the shoreline, it was time to help our hosts prepare for the evening.


Sand crabs caught that morning were presented as canapes, and then the men got down to the serious business of peeling the prawns.


Which drove the cat crazy.

As the evening progressed, the bay was brought to life with a fireworks display over the other side of the water.  It sent the local dogs and birds into panic and alarm ...


... and frightened the life out of Min the Cat ... apparently.



I can't imagine a more perfect spot for breakfast.  And what a breakfast to ring in the New Year.


First, there were fresh figs and plums,



followed by scrambled eggs, smoked salmon and tomatoes.  Sorry ...

If it's any consolation, we are now home and reality has kicked in, as we spent the day dismantling the Christmas tree, taking down the Christmas cards, and doing some mundaine supermarket shopping.

Ah, but we do have our memories.




Sunday, 4 October 2009

Jetlag - what's that?


Jet lag, also jetlag, medically referred to as "desynchronosis" is a physiological condition which is a consequence of alterations to circadian rhythms; it is classified as one of the circadian rhythm sleep disorders. Jet lag results from rapid long-distance transmeridian (east-west or west-east) travel, as on a jet plane.
- Wikipedia

Tell me about it. Having travelled 25 hours from Rome to Brisbane, with a four hour wait in Dubai to change aircraft and another couple for good measure in Singapore while the plane was being refueled, our six weeks of adventure came to an end at 20 minutes past midnight at Brisbane International Airport on Wednesday morning. To put on my Pollyanna hat, it was the best time to arrive home, as the customs crew plus one very sleepy sniffer dog wanted to get to bed as much as we did and we were ushered through without delay. Here I am nearly five days later and I'm still walking around in a fog.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Behind us lie such wonderful adventures ...

A wedding in Orkney

Men in kilts ... mmmmm ...

Paris ...

breakfasts

parking

A quaint German castle ...

reveals an amazing piece of family history

Rome ...

City of our dreams

Back to my opening paragraph. It's heading towards midnight and I need to break the jetlag syndrome. We have memories of the six weeks away that will stay with us forever, or at least until that senility thingie kicks in (can't remember its name). For now it's back to reality, but ah, what a trip