Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
It is difficult for me to blog about the fun things Chris and I did this weekend once he’s deployed. Consequently, I never posted any pictures from our fun outing to Mt. Takao in June. Chris was scheduled to deploy Thursday, then Wednesday night, then Tuesday night, then yesterday (Monday) around noon he called to…
Chris and I were starving in Ueno’s Ameyoko Arcade this weekend. I usually give up and eat in a cafe or something because I know how to eat there—walk in, sit, order, pay, leave. But real Japanese restaurants are kind of intimidating. Why? For starters, the entrance to your typical Japanese restaurant is just a…
I don’t usually blog about squadron stuff because…I don’t know why. I guess because there’s not a whole lot to say: “We drank wine! We made toasts! We had a speaker! He spoke! Dinner was tasty!” Usually it’s just a bunch of fun people having fun saying stuff that maybe or maybe not should be…
Chris: “How was your sleep?” Mari: “I don’t know…I had really weird dreams all night.” Chris: “You always have weird dreams.” Mari: “But this was REALLY weird! (tells dream here)” This is a conversation that happens often in our house in the morning. It’s true—I DO have really weird dreams. And I have them a…
I like this picture (Pensacola Beach, 2006). I think the smell of salt water is one of my favorite parts of being near the beach, even more than sun, sand, swimming, etc. Looking at this photo I get the same feeling, like when you first get near the shore and think you smell salt water…
In my head I’ve been doing my blog forever, so it surprised me the other day when I realized I had no posts about Pensacola even though we lived for 18 months before moving to Jacksonville (and starting le blog). I don’t have a whole lot to say about Pensacola itself, but Chris and I…
“September 29, 2008 — Ever since we got back it’s like we’re sharing this grand secret–only the two of us were there for the shocking discovery of Oktoberfest, the miracle sound of cowbells, dumping water on the noisy couple having sex in the bushes four stories below our window, climbing in the Alps and almost…
