Sunday, April 29, 2012

Love and Champagne

What a weekend!  I drove down from DC to the Eastern Shore yesterday for my dear friend's wedding, and had such a wonderful time.  We all cried when she walked down the aisle on her mother's arm, cheered as they kissed for the first time as husband and wife, laughed with old friends and chatted with new, drank signature cocktails and champagne, and danced the night away bedecked with glowsticks.  The whole event was filled with such love - it really was magical.

Speaking of weddings, I hope you've all raised a glass today to William and Kate's exemplary first year of marriage!  I remember last year's royal extravaganza - and the fabulous garden party I threw to celebrate - like it was yesterday.  That dress, that smile, that kiss!  Ah, l'amour - but we're all princesses when we're in love, girls, aren't we?


I'll be on a plane all day tomorrow, flying back to London, so for now: I wish you much love and many excuses for champagne!

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Happy Blogiversary to Me!

Well, dear readers, we've made it to two years together.  I could wax poetic about all that we've been through - from the first post to the identity crises, from my desperate wait for a visa to my decision to return to DC, and from the best parts of being in a transatlantic relationship to the worst - but I won't.

Instead, I'll just say a big thank you to everyone who has read and commented over the past two years.  I wouldn't still be here without you - thank you, from the bottom of my heart.  And don't worry; the adventure will continue with my move!

Friday, April 27, 2012

Frock Fridays

It goes without saying that my last month in London will involve as much quality alone time with Jon as we can manage and that we'll go on as many dates as we can afford.  This week, though, I've been having a great time reconnecting with my girls in New York and Washington, and I'm really looking forward to spending the summer with old and new friends here in the States.  On the schedule for today is coffee with a friend from high school, shopping with a second, and then a dinner party thrown by yet another.  Dressing for a night out with the girls is different than preparing for a romantic evening with Jon... but I still want to look amazing, obviously!

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Midweek Mantra


I've been home - back in DC, that is - since Saturday, and my emotions have run the gamut from heartbroken to joyful with stops everywhere between.  While driving through Rock Creek Park over the weekend with the sun beaming down through the canopy of trees and WETA on the radio, I thought that I'd never be able to make myself return to London.  While battling through the rush hour crowds at New York's Penn Station on Tuesday morning, I longed for the orderly queues at Liverpool Street Station.  (If you think London commuters are bad, don't try to get in to or out of Manhattan between 8 and 9am on a work day.)

It's been a great trip so far: I met up with new blog friends in both Washington and New York, which was an absolute blast, and had a wonderfully indulgent dinner with some of my bests from college.  The rest of this week will be filled with more friends, both in DC and at this weekend's wedding on the Eastern Shore.

This transitional week has stirred up some uncomfortable feelings.  As I did at this time in 2010, I'm homesick.  I'm sick for a home.  The thing is, though, that I'm enjoying a new sensation, one that I haven't focused on in any way before.  I'm feeling anchored.  I'm realizing that, no matter where I am, I will have friends; regardless of how my postcode changes, my friends will come with me.  New friends and old friends and friends I have yet to make - they're all beside me.  And that, dear readers, is a kind of home.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Easy Marinades

Last week I tweeted about my dinner, which was to be cod in a garlic/parmesean/lemon marinade.  My friend, who shall remain anonymous, replied that she was about the enjoy Heinz baked beans.  (I use the word "enjoy" advisedly.)  Unnamed friend: this post is for you.

Marinades are definitely the unsung heros of dinner - they're quick, easy, and healthy.  I'll share three of my favorites with you below to get you started, but do use them as jumping off points for anything you can imagine!  But first: what do you do with a marinade?


And then cook the meat appropriately - easy peasy!

Now, because there is nothing attractive about meat and marinade in a ziplock bag and because I didn't document any of my recent relevant culinary adventures, I have no images for you to demonstrate my methods.  However, we all love pictures of pretty tablescapes, so I have sweated over a hot computer for many hours to bring you the best al fresco fantasy scenarios to match each of the three marinades below.  Ready?  Let's go!



What do you have on the menu for this week?

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Mein Leibster

I got the sweetest email from one of my bests in Philadelphia yesterday:


I'm sorry!  Actually, the past week has been relatively busy with job applications, meetings, babysitting, and a new adventure that I'll share with you all next week.  No excuse - I shouldn't neglect you, dear readers, but please do accept my apology!

My week-long trip back to the States has arrived, and I'll probably be flying over the Atlantic as you read this.  I'm in DC today, New York on Sunday and Monday, DC again Tuesday through Friday, and then on the Eastern Shore for a weekend wedding.  What a holiday!

While I'm in the air, though, I'd like to thank the lovely Jillian for awarding me the Liebster Blog Award!  It's given to blogs with less than 200 followers, and I'm delighted to discover the other new blogs that Jillian picked - it's an amazing group to be included in, and I'm flattered.  You should definitely go to Mimi Nicole to check out the other girls... and also make sure to visit my current three favorite small blogs to whom I'm passing on the award!



Mo over at New on U doesn't know this yet, but we're going to be friends when I move back to DC.  I love following along as she travels for both work and pleasure while planning her destination wedding - it's inspiring!  Plus, she gives me total dog envy.



I just discovered Whitney recently, and I've already gone back and read all the archives of The Observant Turtle!  A newlywed in Houston, she's got a great eye for design and fashion, and I love how ambitious she is in her blogging.



A fellow American expat, Laura explores her adventures in France and her relationship with her FBF - that's French boyfriend, of course - on Laura's Vie Quotedienne.  I love reading her tales of assimilation  (and non-assimilation, sometimes!) and imagining what would have happened if I had gone back to Paris instead of moving to London.  Who knows?

Have a lovely weekend, dear readers - I'll next write to you from America!



Friday, April 20, 2012

Frock Fridays

Remember how there's a drought in England?  Well, the government instituted a hosepipe ban on 5 April, and the joke is that a hosepipe ban is England's version of a rain dance.  It's true; we've had rain and storms every day since.

So now, after one of the hottest Marches on record, we're having one of the coldest Aprils.  I'm dreaming of brighter days and of fun frocks to wear out and about.  {av} suggested that we might go on a picnic this week, and so I started dreaming about lazy afternoons on the common with a bottle of wine, my cardigan neglected in my bag, the wind tossing my hair around my shoulders... oops, I'm getting carried away!  But, actually, when I saw this paisley dress from New Look in Grazia last week I knew it would be perfect for a picnic - don't you think it's fun?  And get this: it's only £25.  Excellent on every score, I think!

Monday, April 16, 2012

Britishisms



Every expat blogger in the UK is required - by law, I think - to do at least one post about Silly Things the Natives Say.  Somehow, even though I've written about our grammatical disagreements, I don't think I've covered the semantics of speaking the same language completely differently, except sort of vaguely here.  (Yes, I'm a huge nerd.  It's cool.)  But the topic came up last week at lunch in Chelsea with a few lovely American ladies.  It was generally agreed that we shouldn't use the English word when there's a perfectly good equivalent in American; for instance, don't say you're knackered if what you mean is tired or exhausted.  However, I have to admit that words and concepts that we don't have in the States or that I only learned here in England are creeping more and more into my vocabulary.  It's all about context, I think.

Here are some examples:

I say "mom" when I talk about my mother but I say "mum" when I talk about Jon's mother.  She's just, you know, his mum - not his mom.

The kids I babysit have their last meal of the day around 5pm - that's "tea."  I don't eat "dinner" at 5pm, so I can't call it that, and my family didn't use the word "supper."

The couple who lived above us in our old flat used to have "domestics" all the time.  A "domestic" is shorthand for a family fight, but I'd never before lived in an environment where I heard the sort of arguments that inspired police visits (true story) and so the phrase was taught to me in English rather than American.

When I tell stories about Columbia to my English friends, I say that I went to "uni" instead of saying that I went to "college."  College in the UK is a different concept; it's basically the last two years of high school and it prepares you for university.  American colleges are British universities, and I'm enough of a snob to want people to know that I have a degree.

The ideal breakfast after a hard night on the town is a "bacon butty."  It's essentially a bacon sandwich - bacon with ketchup in a roll - but it will always be the British butty to me because I never enjoyed one in the States and therefore never appreciated it as a sandwich.


I could go on, of course (gypsies live in caravans, not trailers, because we don't have gypsies in America; Jon and I fight over who has to do the washing up because I have only ever not had a dishwasher in London; etc.) but I think we've all got our Britishisms.  What are yours?


Sunday, April 15, 2012

Churches and Castles, Oh My!

One of my favorite things about living in the UK is that the country is saturated with so much incredible history.  As an amateur enthusiast (and former professional student) of all things medieval and early modern, I'm thrilled when I turn a corner in London and stumble upon an unheralded bit of ancient architecture.  Trips to the English countryside are even more exciting - the gently rolling plains of Suffolk are teeming with beautiful historical buildings that are, mostly, taken entirely for granted.

On a recent trip to visit Jon's parents, we got a bit lost while driving along the winding narrow lanes.  We were headed to a village that they knew but we were approaching it from an unfamiliar direction and so, when we reached a T intersection, we didn't know which way to turn.  "Look for the tower," Jon's mother instructed us.  What?  Yes.  Indeed.  We oriented ourselves by finding the closest crenelated castle.



Only in England.  Well, okay, and France.  Probably Germany, too.  But mostly England.  Alright, I'm biased - proudly so.  Wouldn't you be, if you got to discover these treasures every time you took a train past the M25?

photos of Framlingham Castle and St. Michaal's Church, Framlingham




Friday, April 13, 2012

Frock Fridays

All the fashion magazines and blogs are going crazy over color this spring - I love it!  They're creating whole outfits of clashing brights and pairing complimentary pastels together to create stunning looks that could have stepped straight off the runway.  I don't know about you, though, but I can't pull off catwalk styles; head-to-toe in bold or in pastel is a bit much for me.  So for this week's linkup with {av} I thought we could mix it up!  Let's throw a bright piece in with a pastel and see what happens...

bolds + pastels
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Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Midweek Mantra

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Last week I was reconciling myself to my move back to DC, but this week I'm actively preparing for life in Washington.  I'm applying to every appropriate job in my field, I've set up meetings with former colleagues, and I'm thinking of contingencies in case I don't get an offer of employment in time for my return.  Plus, I'm reminding myself that, regardless of what I end up doing professionally in Washington, I'll be with my family and my friends - what more could a girl want?

I'm also finding ways to fill my remaining time here in London so that I can squeeze joy out of every moment.  Jon and I have checked off several items on my bucket list (see the sidebar for a status update) and I'm pursuing an exciting volunteer opportunity that I'll be able to share with about next week when it's finalized.  My sister's coming to visit me in early May and I couldn't be more thrilled to share my world with her - we're already plotting out our itinerary!

It's going to be an incredibly full two months before I head back to the States, but I'm turning my can'ts into cans and my dreams into plans.  So glad you're with me, dear readers!

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

The Tube

For the past few weeks, Jon and I have spent our empty evenings - yes, we're homebodies - catching up on the new BBC documentary series The Tube.  The program is basically propaganda for TFL and the unions; its hook is "a look behind the scenes of the London underground a it undergoes the biggest overhaul in its history, focusing on key members of staff and some of the problems they face."  However, BBC bias aside, it's fascinating.


The show was broadcast in six parts and focused on weekend tourists, revenue and fare evaders, emergencies, upgrades and maintenance, rush hour, and the underground after hours.  It sounds boring in black and white, but it was so interesting!  When you take public transportation ever day you take it for granted, but there are so many moving parts that go into making the Tube function that ordinary commuters don't even consider.  It was incredible learning about the sorts of details that are vital to making the underground even vaguely successful.  I'd tell you to head to iPlayer so that you could see for yourself,  but the episodes have expired.  (However, you can find some clips on the BBC page and on YouTube.)

Here are some of the things I've learned from the program:

- 4 million people use the Tube daily, helped by 20,000 members of staff
- over 10,000 mobile phones have been lost or left on the Tube in the last year
- if you hear "code one" over the intercom, it means that a cleaner is being called to clean up blood; "code two" is for urine/faeces and "code three" is for vomit
- if you fall asleep on the Tube, you will inevitably be woken up at Morden, at the south end of the Northern line
- the men who clean the dust from the tunnels are called "fluffers"

Also, overwhelmingly, The Tube demonstrates that some people entirely lack common sense.  Yes, you need your brain to remember and to do some work in order to use the underground properly.  This isn't me or the show making fun of tourists because there are many more vignettes mocking the natives (especially the drunk ones), but I think that anyone who has ever visited London and "taken on the challenge" can understand this...


But, in addition, the show proves that some people are incredibly kind.  When you use the underground every day, you forget that the majority of the TFL staff work in customer support and truly do want to help you.  Since I starting watching, I've become much more patient and understanding when on the Tube - after all, they're just doing their jobs and getting through their days as best they can, same as I am!  I love what one of the station managers says:

We're just the underground part of the city.  London comes down here every single day.
It is part of their world.  It is part of everyone's world.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Holiday Weekend Laze

Despite the fact that we've been wearing our coats and scarves since mid-last week, this holiday season has been lovely in all the best ways.  Today is our last day at Jon's parents' house, and we've had a wonderful visit.

There have been contemplative walks through the countryside...


fierce Easter egg hunts...


gorgeous blooming flowers...




and solitary runs in the heath, boisterous viewings of Pixar films, delicious feasts of matzah ball soup and honey-glazed ham, and lots and lots of family and festivity.

On Easter Day, Jon's cousin remarked that it felt like I'd always been part of the family and - when I recovered from the compliment - I realized I couldn't have agreed more or been more delighted.  Much love to all on this bank holiday Monday, though apologies and courage being sent your way if you're at work today!

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Easter Candy

Alright, we've had our serious conversation about Easter - let's discuss candy!  Jon's family always does a massive egg hunt in the garden on Easter morning, and the children (of which I am proudly one) are sent out to search for chocolate while the adults enjoy tea and leftover hot cross buns.  I'm really excited, but if I were to find some candy-colored accessories waiting for me under a bush or up a tree, I'd be an extra-happy camper...

easter accessories
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Did you receive any treats this weekend?  I'm full of chocolate and cheer, and I hope you are too!

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Easter Vigil - Hallelujah

I remember the exact moment that I realized that people actually believed in the tenets of Christianity.  I mean, I didn't think that those who claimed to have faith were lying, but I had a visceral shock when I completely understood, for the first time, that the death and resurrection of a man - the son of God, they said - was real to millions of people.

As you know, I was a chorister at Washington National Cathedral from the age of 12 and I had attended an Episcopalian school since kindergarten.  I was well-versed in the Christian liturgy and had participated in more services than I could count.  But I didn't really comprehend how truly the foundations of the church inspired passion until I sang my first Easter Vigil in 2001.

The National Cathedral was then (and still is, though to a lesser extent now) big on the theatricality of the church, and the Easter Vigil was inspiring in its grandeur.  I remember walking up to the nave from the choir room to find the cathedral in absolute darkness, save for the fire-filled baptismal font at the west end.  As we processed up towards the choir stalls, lit candles in hand, the acolytes passed their flames to the candles of the congregation; by the time we reached the east end, the darkness was punctuated by tiny pinpricks of light along the nave and accented by the basin of fire at the back.

WNC's website explains the Vigil as the holiest night in the Christian calendar: "This is the night when Christ broke the bonds of death and rose victorious from the grave. Tonight we hear the ancient stories of God’s redeeming work, moving from darkness to light, from solemn chant to joyful song, as we celebrate the glorious Resurrection."

It was the moment of darkness becoming light that awed me in a way I had never experienced before.  At the appropriate time in the service, the dean of the cathedral stood on the steps facing the congregation, his arms outstretched, and proclaimed, "Hallelujah - Christ is risen!"  He had such joy and conviction in his voice as he said it, and, as he did, the lights came on and flooded the cathedral with brilliance, the Easter flowers curled around pulpit, lectern, and rood screen and adorning the high altar catching us in surprise with their glory.  I was floored - he really believed it.  I mean, he really believed it.  Hallelujah - Christ is risen.  He really believed it.  And even though I didn't believe it myself, I was filled with happiness that he did, and that all those in the congregation did, too.



If you believe as well, I hope that you have a peaceful Easter filled with joy, passion, and love.  Happy holiday weekend to you all, dear readers.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Passover, Gastronomically

My mother used to say that we, in our family, are gastronomic Jews, but I think that most are, to be honest.  Food - and fasting, on the appropriate days - plays a crucial role in the practice of the Jewish faith.  As the dustjacket of Food and Judaism, a collection of essays, explains, "For Jews, food has been a means of exclusion, persecution, and assimilation, by the larger society.  Equally important, it has been an instrument of community, reparation, and renewal of identity."

Because of the patterns of the diaspora, Jewish food in America is thought of as mainly Ashkenazi, or Eastern European; elsewhere - in France, for instance - it is predominantly Sephardic, or Spanish and North African.  Especially on holidays, Jews celebrate their faith with food, and it is usually the food of our ancestors that we turn to for our rituals.  Joan Nathan, a celebrated cookbook author and authority on Jewish food, writes in The Jewish Holiday Kitchen, "For many people of all ethnic groups, holidays are the last ties binding them to their family and their traditions.  Whether or not they have adopted standard American daily fare, they turn to traditional, ethnic food for the holidays.  This is even more true for the Jews, given the importance of our dietary laws and the table-centered rituals involved in the Sabbath and holidays."


In this day and age, though, Jewish recipes are shared all around the world, and traditions are borrowed from cultures our ancestors could have never dreamed of experiencing.  As we embrace our ever-expanding global community, we take comfort in both the old and the new - or, in other words, in our old and in someone else's old.  Exchanging recipes brings us closer together and acknowledges our shared religious and cultural history; regardless of whether we speak Yiddish, Ladino, or Hebrew, we are all of one faith.


For my seder, therefore, I've gathered recipes from all over the place: from my mother, of course, from the New York Times, from The Hunger Games, and from classic cookbooks and cooking magazines.  "Passover," explains The Jew and the Carrot, "maybe more than any other Jewish holiday, calls on us to individualize our holiday experience - we are celebrating our freedom from slavery."  I'll share my seder menu with you, and below that will explain charoset - with a recipe, obviously!

menu


brown rice
asparagus


Charoset is one of the symbolic items on the seder plate.  It represents the mortar that the Jews used while toiling in slavery for the Egyptians.  I find that Ashkenazi charoset can, often, taste like something you might actually find at a building site, so I make a Sephardic variation that my mother taught me:

charoset

pitted dates, chopped
golden raisins, chopped
purple raisins, chopped
almonds, slivered
walnuts, halved
grated ginger
honey
sweet red wine
assorted spices to taste (cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, etc.)

Use quantities according to taste; the honey and the wine serve to bind the ingredients into a paste.  Mix all together - do not puree, you want it a bit chunky, though you can use a food processor to chop finely - and serve at room temperature with matzah and, if you're feeling daring, grated horseradish..


I hope you have a lovely Passover - or Easter, as the case may be, but that post comes tomorrow - and remember: next year in Jerusalem!

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Carb Loading and Banana Bread

Passover dictates that you can't eat anything leavened for eight days, so my carb consumption after sundown on Friday will mostly consist of... matzah.  (Yeah, I'm excited.  Woohoo.)  Because of that, I've been working bread into my meals in an alarming way this week.  Breakfast has been a bagel almost every day, I've eaten way more pasta than usual, and, while babysitting a few days ago, I asked the children to make banana bread with me.  This is the easiest and most kid-friendly recipe ever - I can't remember where I first saw it, but, because of the season, let's call it:

Goyim Banana Bread
makes 12 muffins or 1 loaf

4 ripe bananas
1/4 c softened butter
1 c sugar
1 1/2 c flour
1/4 tsp salt
1 egg, beaten
1 tsp baking soda
(extras as desired: walnuts, chocolate chips, etc.)

Preheat the oven to 350*f and grease your chosen pan.  Mash the bananas in a big bowl - you can use a fork or, if you're a well-behaved child who has earned a treat, you can use your thoroughly-washed hands.  Add the remaining ingredients to the bowl and mix well.  Bake for an hour if using a loaf pan and 15-20 minutes if using a muffin tray.  Let cool, if you have the patience, and enjoy!  (We were especially decadent and topped our muffins with chocolate frosting.)









Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Midweek Mantra


As I've begun reconciling myself with my inevitable move back to DC, I've been thinking a lot about the concept of home - where it is, how we find it, and what makes it so desirable.  While building my musings&mantras board on Pinterest, I've come across many quotes on traveling, and, to be honest, I don't appreciate most of them.  I've lived in Washington, New York, Paris, and London - and yet I don't consider myself a traveler.  There's a Robert Louis Stevenson line that keeps coming up across the interwebs:

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.
I travel for travel's sake.
The great affair is to move.

I feel overwhelming respect and admiration for those untethered souls for whom the journey is the point rather than the destination, but me?  Give me a destination any day.  I travel in search of home.  Where's yours?

Monday, April 2, 2012

Preparing for Passover

In an amazing coincidence of religious harmony - or not, as the case may be - the first night of Passover this year falls on Good Friday.  Jon and I will be going up to Suffolk to be with his family for the Easter holiday, and I've been granted papal dispensation to introduce them to Judaism with a seder of epic proportions.  Before I share my take on Passover with you all, though, I'm going to tell you a joke that will humorously illustrate the mixing of traditions that might ensue:

A Jewish man was to be honored with a knighthood by the queen.  As part of the ritual, he was supposed to memorize a line of Latin to recite during the ceremony.  He approached the queen, knelt, and opened his mouth... only to realize that he had forgotten the Latin in his excitement.  He quickly thought of a line in another language and said, "ma nish tanah ha'lailah hazeh mikol ha'leilot?"  The queen, puzzled, turned to one of her advisors and said, "Why is this knight different from all other knights?"


Oh, man, that joke cracks me up!  (If you don't get it, don't worry; we're a unique group who will laugh at that.)  Anyway, I want to do a proper seder, using a real Haggadah and including all of the key prayers.  The problem is that this will be everyone's first Passover experience, and I want to keep the evening relatively basic while not dumbing it down.  Most introductory Haggadot are for young children, and I do hope to challenge even the teenage cousins with concepts at their level.  In the end, I used this website to help me make my own Haggadah - and I'm really proud of how it's turned out!  If you're looking to create a Haggadah that's tailored to your family and traditions, I'd definitely check it out.  They've got lots of options for text and pictures; it's an easy way to make your seder entirely bespoke.

I'll share the menu with you later this week and, maybe, if you're lucky and the lighting is right, I'll even stick in a recipe or two.  Well, we can hope!

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Still Running

I realized this morning - thanks, in large part, to recent blog posts by Ashley and Karen - that I never blogged about my 5k!  You know I started the Couch to 5k program just after Christmas and, miracle of miracles, I stuck with it to the end of the nine week podcast.  I actually finished a week before my race, and challenged myself to a practice 5k around Clapham, which went better than I had expected; I walked for about five minutes and it took just over 45 minutes, but I made it out and back without dying.  That's success in my book!



On the morning of Sunday 11 March, I joined Ashley, AT, and Melissa in Regents Park for the BHF 5k race to support healthy hearts.  It was my first group run, and I loved it!  I hadn't run with partners before, and although I did start off with Melissa, she quickly outpaced me and I was able to find a comfortable rhythm.  It was really lovely to know that all the people running around me were taking part, too, and I didn't even mind that the park was full of normal weekend activities - it made me feel like I was having fun and kept me from taking the race too seriously.

I didn't have a time goal for the 5k.  I just wanted to run the whole thing without walking at all.  Not only did I succeed in that, but I came in at 44:19 - faster than when I had practiced even though I was on an unfamiliar course!  I was thrilled.  And the best part was crossing the finish line to cheers from the girls and Jon.  Thanks for all your support, guys!


I have managed to keep up the running - I'm down to 2x per week rather than the 3x per week I was averaging while on the Couch to 5k program, but at least I'm still out there.  I haven't done another practice 5k, but that's on the agenda for this week!  I'll have to prepare for all the food of Passover and Easter by getting in as much cardio time as I can before Jon and I head to Suffolk for the holiday weekend on Thursday.

A friend in Washington, Megan, has turned me on to a running club near my house plus a few summer 5ks, so I'll definitely keep going through the spring and even after I move back to the States.  I love that this has become part of my life!

(pictures courtesy of my running buddies)