Yes folks, Merry Christmas today to everyone who celebrates this special day. I do. My family does, and the majority of my friends do…even for those of my friends who are not Christian they tell me they love an excuse to celebrate anything so they join in whenever they can 🙂
Growing up it was a big deal. Lots of church I remember well. I had to be part of the church choir (that did not work out too well for me overall) helping my Mom and of course the big meal on Christmas day. When I was really young it was usually always at my Grandma’s then as I got older it would alternate between my Grandma’s and our place. My Mom would be up after 4am making the stuffing for the gigantic bird we would later be devouring. And just on queue my Grandma and Mom would fight over who got the turkey neck (well not literally…and Grandma usually won!!) I aways thought it was disgusting – arguing over this ridiculous piece of bone with little bits of meat on it. I would mock them and belittle the thought of holding such an insignificant part of the grand turkey so high above all others. Until a few years ago that is, when I had guests for a turkey dinner. There was no fight for the neck and I indulged. Oh my. I never gave my Grandma and Mom enough credit for the taste of this odd bit. Some of the tastiest and most tender meat I have ever tasted. I was a convert. I actually am surprised at myself for being so critical as I have had beef neck bones which are fabulous, and grew up eating pork hocks which is some of the most tender meat on little porky. But I had shunned the turkey neck for years.
This year as we join in a festive dinner with family I plan to scope out this little gem; scrutinizing the company I am in for anyone else planning the same….I may have some stiff competition…
Florence or Firenze as I prefer to call it, is probably my favourite place I have visited in Italy (so far). I was there in 2006 on a short visit and would have loved to have stayed much longer.
The Ponte Vecchio is the oldest bridge in Florence and is rumoured to have been in existence in Roman times. It still has shops and apartments built on the bridge that are in use today. It is also the only bridge across the Arno river that escaped destruction during WWII.
When I think of Florence I think of DaVinci and Michelangelo as they used to ‘hang out’ in the city. Fascinating to walk around the small streets and piazzas gazing at the architecture thinking of them doing the same hundreds of years ago. With only a short visit it was difficult to choose what to see as there are so many galleries and also so many tourists but waiting in the queue to see the Uffizi and the Academia Galleries was worth it. Our visit was in April so the big tourist boom of the season was just beginning; a few weeks later and I am sure the wait would have been much longer.
View of the cityDavid in the Academia GalleryArno RiverTower of ArnolfoPiazzale degli UffiziThe Duomo, Cathedral of FlorenceView toward the Tower of ArnolfoThe Duomo, Cathedral of FlorenceFlorencePiazza dela SignoriaThe Duomo Bell TowerThe Duomo, Cathedral of Florence
The Leonardo DaVinci Museum was also fabulous http://www.museumsinflorence.com/musei/Leonardo-museum.html I think most of the magic comes from the ambience of Florence itself. To walk the streets where the great masters would meet for a drink, philosophize about life and discuss their latest ‘projects’ is simply a very cool feeling to experience.
There was a great outdoor market we would wander through each day I think it was close to the Florence Cathedral or Duomo. I remember the fine quality of leather goods and fairly reasonable prices and with some bartering, even more affordable. I still use a leather purse and jacket I purchased and they do not look much different than when I purchased them over 10 years ago.
I woke up this morning thinking about flying. Then before I got up I grabbed one of the many varied books on my night table which happened to be “The Rules of Life” by Richard Templar. I opened the page to Rule number 20 – Don’t Be Afraid to Dream. It was something so obvious yet so profound. Never stop dreaming; dreams can come true; dream big; no one can take away your dreams; I could go on but no need, you have heard all the sayings. I used to dream a lot as a child. I don’t dream as much as I have grown older. And I have found when I think I start to dream that I subconsciously (and likely consciously) will stop and tell myself that is ridiculous and re-dream my dream into something more realistic. Well, that is a plan or a goal, not a dream and much less exciting and fun. That’s life – everyone has to do that sort of stuff all the time.
A child would be able to tell me what I am doing wrong. A dream is a dream simply because there are no limits, there are no dream police or reality checks. It’s a Dream!!! Granted, sometimes these farfetched things do come true but that is not the point of a dream. It is to let go of everything holding you back in your mind. All inhibitions, insecurities are gone. You can be a bloody Princess if you want! Flying to Mars. Who cares? Reporting your dreams is not required…they are your own. All your own.
Not that I am completely unhappy or discontent with my life, but I believe I was happier and more at peace with myself when in fact I was doing a little more dreaming.
As for the Pilots License, it was 10 years ago today that I finished my last exam and obtained my PPL. I remember dreaming about that when I was a child.
Following a few days in Oviedo I then travelled to Santiago de Compostela https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santiago_de_Compostela further west in the northern part of Galicia, Spain. This is a city commonly associated with the Camino de Santiago or The Way of Saint James https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camino_de_Santiago People will travel for weeks or months from hundreds or thousands of kilometres by foot or bike or organized tour, to the final destination of the Cathedral of Santiago, where it is rumoured the bones of the apostle Saint James are buried.
I was not travelling on a pilgrimage and had only decided whilst in Barcelona that I would visit Santiago. I was staying at a property that was an old convent and had been completely renovated. The property is currently a Marriott Autograph Collection hotel http://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/scqak-ac-palacio-del-carmen-autograph-collection/ I am a member of the Marriott hotels group (I think I have a membership in most of the major hotel chains due to a lot of travelling and most are easy and free to join) and upon arrival I was upgraded to a suite. Very nice with two windows opening with a view towards the Cathedral.
View from the hotelSuite at the AC Palacio del CarmenSuite at the AC Palacio del CarmenSuite at the AC Palacio del CarmenSuite at the AC Palacio del Carmen
I always get a map from the hotel with a quick explanation of where we are and what is nearby. Then my little map gets folded and refolded about a hundred times, but I always bring it with me. In Santiago it came in handy because I actually did wander off on the wrong street when going back to my hotel one day and ended up in a very weird little park with bizarre creepy trees like I was in Lord of The Rings somewhere. Granted – most of the places I stay in these old cities are in the central area and it is usually not that large of an area to wander around and there is a major landmark like a Cathedral you can see from most points, but if it is getting dark it is not as easy…so just bring the map.
I made it to the old city area and main plaza – Praza do Obradoiro. This plaza is square and is surrounded by the Pazo de Raxoi, now the city hall; the Pazo de Raxoi (Raxoi’s Palace), the town hall, and on the right from the cathedral steps is a hostel called the Hostal dos Reis Católicos, founded in 1492 by the Catholic Monarchs, Isabella of Castille and Ferdinand II of Aragon, as a pilgrims’ hospice. There were people sitting everywhere in the plaza, with backpacks, walking sticks, in groups, alone, taking photos in front of the Cathedral and beside the monument in the ground dedicated to the travellers.
The side of the Police offices walking towards the plazaThe monument to the pilgrims in the plaza centrePolice Office near the Cathedral PlazaBeside the police officeThe Plaza area by the hostelThe PlazaThe front of the CathedralThe front main entrance of the Cathedral currently undergoing restoration workThe PlazaWalkway of the city hall, opposite the CathedralEntrance of the hostel in the Plaza beside the CathedralCity Hall in the Plaza opposite the CathedralChain links of the wall beside the hostel in the PlazaChain links of the wall beside the hostel in the PlazaNear the hostel in the Plaza
Tower at the back of the CathedralPlaza near the side entrance of the CathedralThe side entrance of the Cathedral currently being usedThe row of backpacks along the wallBeside the side entrance of the CathedralBeside the side entrance of the CathedralOpposite the side entrance of the Cathedral
I walked around the the plaza to the entrance. A row of backpacks lined the wall. There is a security guard at the door advising no backpacks or large bags are allowed and if you have a daypack or large purse they will look inside. The Cathedral is open to the public most of the day but if you enter when there is a mass, there will be certain parts roped off. The first time I visited was during a service so was not able to walk down the main aisle looking towards the main altar (I went again later in the day and saw it – wow it is a massive altar blazing with gold everywhere!) I was able to walk around the other areas and view the side chapels and walk up to the statue of Saint James behind the altar, and “Embrace the Apostle” for a few seconds while the mass was going on (I bet there were about 10 priests in the service it was massive). Following this I was able to descend into the crypt where the saint’s relics are kept in a silver casket. All in all a very interesting experience.
Looking towards the main altar inside the Cathedral de SantiagoLooking towards the main altar inside the Cathedral de SantiagoInside the Cathedral de SantiagoInside the Cathedral de SantiagoMason marks on columns inside the Cathedral de SantiagoPipe organ inside the Cathedral de SantiagoInside the Cathedral of Santiago de CompostelaInside the Cathedral of Santiago de CompostelaInside the Cathedral of Santiago de CompostelaInside the Cathedral of Santiago de CompostelaInside the Cathedral of Santiago de CompostelaInside the Cathedral of Santiago de CompostelaThe crypt where Saint James bones are buriedInside the Cathedral of Santiago de CompostelaInside the Cathedral of Santiago de CompostelaInside the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela looking towards the side of the main altarInside the Cathedral of Santiago de CompostelaInside the Cathedral of Santiago de CompostelaInside the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela looking towards the side of the main altarInside the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela
I spent most of the day wandering around the old city complex. It was again a beautiful day of sunshine and mid 20 degrees and although there were quite a few people it was definitely not the high tourist season which made walking around a pleasant experience rather than a struggle to get through the small streets and sidewalks.
Street nearing the Cathedral and Old CityOne of the monasteries in the Old CityWalking in the Old City beside one of the MonasteriesIn the Old CityIn the Old CityCovers, including the Bomberos “Fire Department”Santiago manhole coverCool bar sign in the old cityStreet in the old cityManhole cover of GaliciaManhole coverPart of the old city complex; one of the monasteriesMonument to pope John Paull IIOne of the streets with a very old decrepit property among some very nice apartments
I passed a boutique pet shop on my route and there was a large photo of an elegant cat pictured like Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s; I thought of my uber Diva Madama Miloe who could pose for the shot in her Tiffany blue Swarovski collar 🙂
Pet BoutiqueThe Diva
One trip wandering back to my hotel I was sure the little street I turned onto was the correct one but as I kept going it did not seem right. I entered into a little park, nobody was in it anywhere and there were huge knarled trees, twisted and wrenched like they were in pain. It was a very weird park….so I figured I would get a few photos and then take out my trusty map and find the errors of my ‘ways.’ Which I did and was soon on the right path.
The creepy tree parkCreepy Tree ParkThe creepy tree park
I liked this city and to those planning a trip to northern Spain I recommend a stop of at least 1-2 days to tour the old city area.
Oviedo is a city of about 225,000 people in the province of Asturias in northern Spain. Oviedo was settled around the 8th century and soon after a rich architectural tradition began with the construction of palaces, churches, cathedrals, monastery’s and the like.
I flew from Biarritz, France to the Asturias airport (via Madrid) about 50km from Oviedo. I found the taxi to be a bit pricey at about 60 Euro but did not have many options. Weather was sunny and warm about +23c, the drive was scenic with rolling hills, valleys, lots of lush green vegetation, dotted with towns along the route.
I stayed at a small, stylish boutique hotel The Princesa Munia in the heart of the city which was an ideal location. The room was small but I was in an old building and in the city centre so I was not expecting a huge spacious room. The hotel is literally a few minutes walk from the Oviedo Cathedral which is known as the Cathedral of San Salvador, and plaza area which contains numerous heritage buildings, monastery’s, convents, churches, along with small cafe’s, tapas bars and sidrerias (the place to drink cider…I will get to this later) and of course lots of shopping.
Casa Conde in Plaza de la EscandaleraHorse sculptures in Plaza de la EscandaleraLa Maternidad by Botero in Plaza de la EscandaleraSculpture of the Traveller in Plaza Porlier de Oviedo
I have seen a lot of Cathedrals in many countries and although they are all impressive considering their construction, the Oviedo Cathedral ranks high on my list for classic gothic architecture in addition there also remain earlier romanesque relics in various locations of the structure. The building is also a UNESCO world heritage site. Probably the most famous relic held inside the Cathedral is the Sudarium of Oviedo. “Sudarium” is a shroud and this particular piece is supposed to be the shroud that wiped Jesus after the crucifixion; there are no images on the cloth but stains are visible that have been analyzed to be blood https://www.shroud.com/guscin.htm
Cathedral of San SalvadorCathedral of San SalvadorCathedral of San SalvadorCathedral of San SalvadorCathedral of San Salvador, altarCathedral of San Salvador, altarCathedral of San Salvador, Pipe organ
The Sudarium of Oviedo (shroud used to wipe Jesus after the crucifixion)The Sudarium of Oviedo (shroud used to wipe Jesus after the crucifixion)Cathedral of San SalvadorLooking to the cloister, Cathedral of San SalvadorLooking out one of the windows of the Cathedral San SalvadorLooking to the cloister, Cathedral of San SalvadorLooking to the cloister, Cathedral of San SalvadorLooking to the cloister, Cathedral of San SalvadorCathedral of San SalvadorCathedral of San SalvadorCathedral of San Salvador
Festival with musicians playing traditional music of Asturia
As I walked around the cluster of buildings near the cathedral I saw a number of weddings both in the afternoon and the evening. Two ceremonies I passed were going on inside the old cathedrals in one of the side chapels so although the doors were closed, there was still enough of an opening to peek through and see what was going on. Others I passed as the wedding party was coming out of the churches walking down the stairs or into a plaza filled with tourists and members of the wedding party (I guess I could have been a wedding crasher but decided against it).
One of the weddings held in the Cathedral
I had read a number of things online about the Cathedral and cluster of buildings and came across a number of comments about the Monastery of San Pelayo http://catedraldeoviedo.com/ which is a cloistered convent for the Order of Benedictine nuns. Apparently these nuns have made CD’s of gregorian chants and have amazing voices. They have vespers (evening prayer) each night which is open to the public and they sing vespers. So I decided to check it out. As Oviedo is along the camino trail enrolee to Santiago de Compostela I expected a horde of pilgrims but there were only about 10 of us and no-one looked like a hiking pilgrim. We sat in the front chapel and a few minutes before 7pm a sister came into the chapel and asked us to come to the back area behind the chapel where there were two levels of wooden seats lining each side of the room, and the sisters sitting towards the back on each side, and whom I assume was Mother Superior and another senior nun, sitting at the back facing the whole room. We sat on each side towards the front. It reminded me a little of an old British courtroom, not sure how else to describe it. I could not take any photos inside.
Monastery of San PelayoMonastery of San Pelayo
They began to sing and I must say it was pretty amazing. I am guessing, but I would say the average age of the 20 or so nuns was about 60 years old but the sound of their voices had me guessing again.
It lasted about 30 minutes then I went on my way, passing another wedding group just coming out of a church, musicians playing outside in the plaza, a few tourists wandering around and the locals starting to come out for coffee and maybe think about eating dinner which is usually not until 9pm or later. The Rialto pastry shop was open http://www.confiteriarialto.com/en and very busy and I could not resist getting something sweet. I think it was a Carbayone and it was worth it. It was worth it just to gaze at the window display which was full of pastries and sugary things made into ants of various pastel colours carrying pastries – very unique.
Display at the Rialto pastry shop – look closely they are sugary ants carrying sweet delights climbing up vinesDisplay at the Rialto pastry shop – look closely they are sugary ants carrying sweet delights climbing up vines
Street close to my hotel – check out this little wee tiny delivery van parked beside the scooter!!
As I continued my evening stroll I came upon a sidreria which is a cider bar. Yes, from the convent straight to the bar!
Asturian cider and especially in Oviedo, is well known for these establishments and the manner in which they pour it. When one goes into a sidreria one does not order a cider and sit and sip it. Oh no. There is a whole ritual involved.
The SidreriaThe Sidra
I ventured inside. Still early so there were not too many people. Ordered a cider…..a bottle with about a liter of cider is placed in front of me. Oh no, I say….poco poco I was only planning on a little bit. Nope. So he pours me a glass – you get maybe a few hundred ml per pour and you have to drink it all. Immediately. I guess it’s part of the aeration involved in the pour. No problem, I’m a small town girl I can down it in one drink. Nice and cold, tasty and only a few percent alcohol so I would be able to make it back to my hotel! But the best part of the whole cider experience is the pour. They lift the bottle in one hand and stretch their arm high above their head, and in the other hand is the glass, held with the arm stretched below their waist. And they pour…into the glass….from about 4 feet (depending how tall your bartender is 🙂 ). It’s great just to watch them!
The next morning was back to the airport and then onwards to Santiago de Compostela as I continued my journey westward in the north.
After Barcelona I travelled to south-west France to the city of Pau, nestled in the Pyrenees mountains. The train from Barcelona went to Narbonne where I had to change trains to travel to Toulouse and then another train to Pau.
Travelling by train through Europe is generally easy and straightforward and I have done it in a number of times in various places. I found it quite odd though when I researched going from Spain to France and the process of trying to get tickets. Whilst still in Barcelona I checked routes online and registered to buy tickets with one of the online agencies but every time I got to the point of actually entering my Visa to buy the tickets there was always an error. I even called my Visa company to check with them if my card had been cancelled which sometimes happens when travelling i.e. the company thinks the card may have been stolen with purchases popping up in different countries. I usually do not have problems because I travel in many countries for work; regardless, my Visa had not been cancelled and there were no holds or issues. The next day after finishing my Spanish class I arrived at Sants station and decided to ask the Renfe http://www.renfe.com agent for help. I had found some schedule times and even train numbers from my online searching which made it a little easier, however buying the ticket from Toulouse to Pau was only possible in France. Yes, I could not pre-book to insure I had a seat but had to take a chance there would be room on the train to get me to Pau. I was going to visit a friend I had not seen in about 10 years since visiting in Paris, and she was making plans to get to the station to meet me etc. and I really did not want to have to text from Toulouse and say “Sorry, I cannot get a ticket to Pau!!” Quelle domage…but what choice did I have? European Union? Oui, c’est vrai.
When the day arrived I made my way to Narbonne on a full train but very comfortable and lovely scenery along the way. In Narbonne I tried to remember my rusty old French and proceeded to buy a ticket from Toulouse to Pau. Yaay!!! It was general seating so I did not actually have a seat but I could get on the train which was all I needed. I was also told the train was usually not very busy anyway and it was never a problem going from Toulouse to Pau. Ok, great.
Check out This outfit….at the train station in Narbonne France
I arrived in Toulouse where I had a few hours to wait before the next train. Train stations are always interesting places to people watch. The weather was about 23C so I was able to sit outside and watch people coming and going, along with armed guards walking back and forth through the station inside and out.
At the train station in Toulouse FranceAcross from the train station in Toulouse FranceAt the train station in Toulouse France
About 20 minutes before the train departs the platform is announced and indicated on the board. I went inside to watch for the number to pop up beside my train. There were a lot of people waiting, but there are also a lot of trains so I never thought much of it. The platform number popped up and everyone started moving to the stairs to get to their train. I was one of the first people onboard and got a seat; still remembering what the agent had told me “There is never a problem getting a ticket because the train is never full.” Famous last words. People kept coming onto the train and soon every seat in the car was filled and as more people kept entering it was standing room only. A girl seated across from me asked in French if this train was always full like this. I understood in French but answered mostly in English (not sure what I would have said in my poor French!) “Oh you speak English” she said, so she then spoke in English. She was from France but currently living in San Francisco and had no idea this train was so busy. She spoke to a few other people and apparently there was construction on the tracks beginning the next day thus this train travelling from Toulouse onwards to Lourdes, Pau and then further, was the last train on this line for a number of days or even weeks depending on the progress of the repairs. There are a number of stops along the way and at each place the number of people getting on the train vs the number of people exiting the train was far greater. People were packed in the aisles standing room only. It was night time by now and no more beautiful French countryside to watch out the window. I did however get to see the packs/flocks/herds?? of Pink Flamingo’s earlier in the day which was quite unique.
About halfway into the trip one passenger and her companion were very unhappy about something and proceeded to get up from their seat to turn around and face the other passengers and begin yelling about various things related to France and immigration and work etc. Oh my. Not something I wanted to get involved in! After a few minutes of this they turned around, sat down and were quiet for the rest of the trip.
After 8:00pm I finally arrived in Pau and my friend and her son were there waiting and it was great to see them after so many years. We drove from Pau up to another town called Morlaas where they lived. It was lovely even from what I could see by the streetlights.
I was only planing on spending a couple days visiting but as it turned out we were having such a great time I extended my stay to 5 days after which I would return to northern Spain.
Near the Cathedral in PauView to the Pyrenees from the BoulevardStreet in Pau close to the CathedralCathedral in PauCathedral in PauGardens in Pau near the Boulevard
Pau is known for a few things such as being the capital of the ancient French region of Béarn (yes – Béarnaise sauce). Five centuries ago it was elevated to become the joint capital of the kingdom of Navarre, which stretched across the Pyrenees into Spain and the other capital, Pamplona. In the 16th century one of Pau’s famous citizens became Henry IV of France, named “The Good King” and also rumoured to be quite friendly with the ladies (actually not rumoured, it’s a fact he was a player with something like 70 or more mistresses!) http://southweststory.com/the-story-of-king-henri-iv
Castle of Henry IVStreet in Pau near the castle of Henry IVStreet below the castle of Henry IV
On a street below the castle of Henry IV
Lunch at Le Berry http://leberry-pau.com if ever in Pau, eat here. Highly recommended but make sure to get there for lunch by about 11:45 as it fills up very fast and they do not take reservations.
A necessary stop for afternoon cafe and a variety of petit-fours
We walked around Morlaas every day, through the tiny streets weaving around parks and shops and a very old Catholic church in the centre of the town.
Lovely street in MorlaasAt my friends’ in MorlaasMy friends bunny Leo!!The Catholic church in Morlaas about 1000 years oldInside the church in MorlaasInside the church in MorlaasInside the church in Morlaas
Inside the church in MorlaasOutside at the back of the church in MorlaasStained glass windows in the church in Morlaas
A bread vending machine near a grocery store in Morlaas…must be for emergency baguettes??
The day before I left we made a day trip out to the area of Montrejeau to tour caves with ancient hand paintings La Grotte de Gargas http://www.grottesdegargas.fr I think the paintings have been dated around 26,000 years old. We did lunch at a place on the lakeside in Montrejeau called the GC Cafe. Interesting to say the least. Apparently this place has been mentioned in the Michelin guide so we thought we should try it out. The food was fine, we chose a set menu for lunch, the view onto the lake was very nice. The decor was absolutely bizarre. There was a beach theme going on with thatched roof umbrellas and tiki dancer dolls, sea shells and sailing memorabilia….beside some random Roman columns and whole covered hams hung to dry on the wall. It can only make you smile, trust me how bizarre! Walk by the bar area and it is neon lights, chrome and glass (??)
Le Chef at the GC Cafe in MontrejeauGC Cafe in MontrejeauOutside tables at the GC Cafe in MontrejeauView from the GC Cafe in Montrejeau
My visit was coming to a close and s much as I wanted to stay in France I had to make my way back into northern Spain to continue my travels. I would definitely return to Pau and Morlaas especially as I am so fortunate to have great friends who are also wonderful hosts!
Another challenging exercise getting from Pau back to northern Spain but all in all it worked out well. I managed to catch a bus from Pau to Biarritz on Ouibus http://www.ouibus.com/?gclid=CO_H19XujNACFY-GaQodB7gDPw (a Very cheap ticket and the bus was comfortable and only a few minutes late leaving Pau). From Biarritz I was flying back to Spain but as there are no direct flights to Oviedo where I was going next, I had to fly to Madrid then up to Oviedo with Iberia airlines. The airport in Biarritz is only a few km from the bus / train station so I figured I would just catch a taxi as I had about 1.5 hours to get to the terminal. The bus arrived in Biarritz across from the train station, dropped us off on the sidewalk and left. I looked around for a taxi stand. Nope. Nothing. I walked into the train station and thought I better ask someone as my 1.5 hour window was closing in. An agent in the station told me I must take a bus to the airport, number 8 across the street at the bus stop. Merci…I went to the bus stop and was looking at the route and did not see the airport. Hmm….I asked another person waiting for the bus and she told me, oh no, these busses do not go to the airport you must go over there – as she pointed to a stop across the street maybe 50meters away. Ok, Merci…There were a few people waiting there and they confirmed this was the correct bus to get to the airport and it took about 10 minutes to get there. No problem. One of the people waiting actually worked at the terminal and made sure I made it to my stop. Thank you to some very helpful strangers!
Au revoir, A bientôt France!
It was now back to northern Spain and the city of Oviedo…
Yes I do live in Canada…western Canada…where there are four definite seasons to the year. When I lived in Yellowknife my friends would say we have 9 months of winter and 3 months of bad snowmobiling.
Referencing the short summer season for riding a motorcycle is about the same and today I will go for the last ride of the season before giving her a good wash and tucking her away for the winter 🙂
I managed about 2000km this year. As all of you are laughing who manage that in a week..every week…well it is pretty good for me as I only managed 300km last year loll!!
Well funnily enough as I note on my homepage I maintain my garden tractor, today I am doing the rototilling of my garden for fall and the tiller falls off the hitch as I am at the back end of the garden in the soft dirt. I’ve manage to put it back on again myself when it has fallen off close to the grass but since it weighs hmmm probably close to 500 pounds, I could not use my jack to lift it up in the dirt…no matter how many boards I would put down for a base.
In addition a hose had bust and I had the engine oil leaking out (which I hd recently changed a few weeks ago) I got a container to trap the leaking oil then I had to go to town and get a length of hose and a couple clips so I could replace it.
All done, got the hose, replaced the broken section and then asked for help. So unlike me to ask for help.
I called my buddy Hans at Minerva http://www.minervatreefarms.com
and luckily they were close and Hans and Kurt stopped by to help me. They managed to lift the tiller so I could move the tractor and get it back on the hitch then tighten up the lock and I was on my way to finish working the garden.
I am having a lot of trouble trying to figure out what to do here….i.e. adding pages / posts and categories and how I get them where I want them. I want to be able to have pages and items within each category of Food, Travel and Life but I have no idea how to get there…..I’ll keep searching help I guess…
I am not a tech savvy individual. I can manage various computer skills fine and produce basic presentations but when I decided to finally start a blog and website it was way out of my comfort zone; which is probably why I pushed myself to just do it. All you expert bloggers and websiters will (if you take a look at my site) likely have a chuckle at the primitive aspect of it but hey….I endeavour to persevere; I learn as I go.
I have a considerable library of food pics (some of my friends have dubbed food porn), travel pics, and various writings some bizarre more than others; I will get to them eventually.
Autumn is here, we have been fortunate to have some beautiful fall weather so I must tend to some final yard work on my acreage whilst possible. A couple acres of grass to cut, onions to pull and dry and roto-till the garden. The beets will likely stay in the ground as they are much better after a good frost which releases the sugars. As I am travelling to Spain next week for almost a month, I will be harvesting beets in November possibly in the snow, then finish up some pickling, maybe relish and probably make some borsht.
