January 16, 2009

climbing the seats of the amphitheatre
Visiting Ephesus is not unlike touring the sidewalks of Hollywood. In both places, guides point out where bygone superstars lived, worked and played. Picking through the ruins of Ephesus in Northern Turkey, a guide informs me that Cleopatra’s chariot is responsible for the ridges in the stones under my feet; an image that causes me to wobble in my sensible shoes. Walking past various structures, like the ancient library and operating theatre, I shiver despite the searing heat. Imagining the presence of others who walked here before isn’t difficult, especially when there are actors dressed in period garb happily posing for photos all around me. Roman conquerors of Ephesus may have built these buildings thousands of years ago, but their uses were quite contemporary; innovations that persist in the modern world.
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January 9, 2009
I got engaged at Longwood Gardens. It’s no surprise to anyone who knows my husband that he would pick a garden to choke out the words, “Will you marry me?” He needed all the strength of those blooms, majestic trees and buzzing insects to carry him through such a challenging ordeal. So, we got engaged on a cold day in February, which inside the greenhouses of Longwood Gardens, felt like a sunny day in May.
Longwood consists of palatial indoor conservatories and acres of paths. If you actually happen to visit in May, you’ll gulp in astonishment over the soaring Japanese Pauwlina trees with their delicate lavender petals hanging like bayou vines. There are 1050 acres of woodlands and meadows in what was originally an arboretum. It was purchased by Henry du Pont to save plots full of rare tree specimens. Keep reading →
November 27, 2008
The Delmarva Peninsula is an optimal place to spend your days on the road, and I don’t mean traveling: staying close to home and grounded…on a bike. The roads and trails of the Eastern Shore are ideal for active travel. The sparse traffic, the flat streets and the pedestrian friendly towns cry out for you to visit them on two wheels. Keep reading →
November 6, 2008
Before I dated my husband, the closest I came to fireworks was viewing them on the Washington Mall with strangers. My husband is a devoted family man and works long hours as a surgeon saving lives. But when it comes to fireworks, he’s really charged. This man drives to every show in town and some far away. We have seen fireworks in several cities across the country. The best was Seattle, where Independence Day festivities began with a military helicopter flying a giant US flag over the crowd while piping “America the Beautiful.”It was an unforgettable sight, not to mention the strange sensation of wearing a coat and hat on that July night in the chilly Pacific Northwest.

Fireworks from Georgetown
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September 24, 2008
Attention all Washington Area residents: Go Do Something Fun! Surprise yourself with a moonlight stroll among the Presidents. I love taking the Metro downtown to the Smithsonian stop or L’Enfant Plaza. Both drop you close to Constitution Avenue. Point yourself in the direction of Abe or perhaps Thomas. Wander among Franklin and his companions, Eleanor, Fala and the guys in the Bread Line. All lit up against a black sky, the stone statues are nobler and even more imposing, beckoning you to reflect on their words spoken long ago. Fewer tourists venture out at night, so it’s a much more intimate experience.
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September 17, 2008
Walk the festive streets of this must-see destination, and you will step back and forth in American history. Wander the streets unhurried, and you will be treated to conversations with pleasant, informative street vendors selling handmade art. This is a pedestrian friendly city with beautiful parks scattered throughout. Santa Fe has the more outdoor sculptures than any other city in the United States. Visit the Oldest House in America, for a picture of the earliest American architecture and its Native American influence.
Santa Fe is the Land of Blue Doors, where houses are surrounded by low walls, sage and juniper bushes. The stately, colorful holly hock flowers rise above the brush and wave gracefully in the wind. Children will love interacting with the numerous pieces of outdoor art which are easily accessible to the pedestrian. Touch the rough and smooth structures, each with a story of the American West to tell.
Santa Fe is a noisy city of outdoor music, protestors, Vespas and honking horns. Nestled in the Sante de Cristo Mountains, St. John’s College hosts escapees from the Washington Area. Lucky students can learn the classics, while soaking up the culture and art scene thriving in Santa Fe.
One sight missed by most, is the top of the Basilica which has the Hebrew letter “Shin” on its soaring entryway. When the Catholic community ran out of funds to finish the building located in the heart of the town, Jewish merchants bailed them out with donations of money and craftsmen to finish the Church.
Santa Fe is famous for its art and jewelry, for good reason. Every store and gallery beckons the visitor to imagine her life bedecked in precious stones and metals. He dreams of an art etching worthy of bragging rights. It is hard to walk the streets without spying some unusual treasured: a key chain made of New Mexican license plates, giant painted gourds and hand stitched wall hangings. It’s waiting there for you among the gourmet restaurants and cowboy bars.
A short drive leads to native American outposts with bargains on beads, pottery and leather goods.
Santa Fe’s 400th anniversary is in the year 2010.