I am always looking for ways to improve. One of the reasons for starting this blog is that I want to improve. Over the past few months, I have received much feedback. It was all positive. I am very thankful, humbled, and honored for that. But I also want criticism, so I am trying out a new feature: open season.
When I was young my parents took a weekend trip to Annapolis and left us behind. Upon their return I recall them having a good time and saying the city was nice. Since then I have always wanted to go and see the town. I recently had the opportunity to visit Annapolis with my parents. The town did not disappoint. It is historic, quaint, and friendly. I particularly liked the old brick architecture. I am glad I was able to make my own fond memories in this town.
In preparation for a vacation on Fuerteventura, one of the Canary Islands, I read about the local food – wrinkly potatoes. They are small baked potatoes with a pepper sauce. Despite the name, I was very excited to try them. Fuertevenutra is a resort island and the town we stayed in was very touristy and oriented towards a German crowd. I found Schnitzel but no wrinkly potatoes. We rented a car and headed inland and found a wonderful little city, Betancuria, located in a lush valley. It was very picturesque, and this small restaurant fit right in. We ordered a plate of tapas, including wrinkly potatoes. This was the best food all trip. The wrinkly potatoes did not disappoint. Everything was excellent and local. If you have the opportunity, do order papas arrugadas.
I know, I know. A week has 7 days. I had so many pictures that fit this theme, I thought I would add on a bonus day.
Philadelphia’s Magic Gardens is an interesting place, a creative place, an odd place. Everywhere you look, there are bottles, figures, pieces of glass. It is a lot to take in, but after a few minutes you start noticing the details. And there are some interesting details. This couple was sitting happily on top of a lump of clay. I think it stuck out because I took this in November 2012, a few days after Hurricane Sandy hit the East Coast. After the TV blaring doom and gloom for days, and seeing the destruction on the Jersey Shore, it was nice to see this blissful couple. Sitting where they always sit. Oblivious to everything. Or perhaps they just don’t care?
Dreams are a strange thing. Sometimes happy, sometimes scary, but almost always odd. Because “dreamlike” is something that by definition doesn’t look like reality, I find it hard to capture a dreamlike picture. These chairs – the unusual color, the floating nature – make a very dreamlike impression to me. The way the chairs are positioned also give a sense of motion. They were actually static and fixed on poles, but I like the affect.