I love the fall.
I don't think I truly realized just how much until living in Morocco and not having it. No changing leaves. No crisp air. No apple cider. No harvest festivals.
It's just not right.
What is also potentially not right is the joy I get in now seeing these things. I have genuine glee when I see a path covered in yellow and brown crunchy leaves. Watching the sun shimmer and dance through the trees and having to zip up my jacket a little bit more is bliss. Perpetual fall... I want that to be my next destination.
As much as I love fall, I have to admit I've been really bad at actually enjoying it. Sure, I see the trees every morning on the drive to school. And I breathe and shiver in the wind during recess duty. And last week I tried to walk home through the park each day to see those trees and leaves before burying myself under piles of papers and lesson plans at home.
Thankfully, I was able to actually enjoy Latvia's beautiful fall this past weekend. And in style too...
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The scenery was absolutely beautiful!! The paths go around a lake and since Latvia is super flat, pedaling about for a few hours was plenty easy and relaxing. We did stop for a while to enjoy the view and quiet and snacks. And drinks ;)
We stopped for lunch at a meat shack. I don't really know how else to describe it. It was delicious though. Everything in this country comes with pickles. It's amazing!! I ordered a quesadilla the other night.... it had pickles in it!! Don't knock it-- it was great. Not very tex-mex tasting, but great.
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After lunch, we ventured back to the city to the 'hipster area.' We went to a micro-brewery and sampled some tasty beer. Yes, I said 'tasty beer.' The bartender read me well as I stood there looking at the choices thinking, "I don't like beer." He gave me one with a raspberry hint to it. I even had a second one (granted we were there for several hours.)
After grabbing some dinner and being hit-on by a dirty mechanic with poor English, we left the hipster brewery and headed for home totally exhausted.... it was 9:30pm. haha!!
It was a great Saturday though. And I am so happy I enjoyed the beautiful weather. Because this morning..... let's just say it was Not warm. Not warm at all. I think my next adventure will involve buying boots. Maybe a few pairs.
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I don't think I truly realized just how much until living in Morocco and not having it. No changing leaves. No crisp air. No apple cider. No harvest festivals.
It's just not right.
What is also potentially not right is the joy I get in now seeing these things. I have genuine glee when I see a path covered in yellow and brown crunchy leaves. Watching the sun shimmer and dance through the trees and having to zip up my jacket a little bit more is bliss. Perpetual fall... I want that to be my next destination.
As much as I love fall, I have to admit I've been really bad at actually enjoying it. Sure, I see the trees every morning on the drive to school. And I breathe and shiver in the wind during recess duty. And last week I tried to walk home through the park each day to see those trees and leaves before burying myself under piles of papers and lesson plans at home.
Thankfully, I was able to actually enjoy Latvia's beautiful fall this past weekend. And in style too...
Several of us ventured to the edge of the city to a Mezaparks. There we rented little pedal carts and spent a few hours roaming about like a group of small children. I guess when you work with them long enough, it starts to wear off.
The scenery was absolutely beautiful!! The paths go around a lake and since Latvia is super flat, pedaling about for a few hours was plenty easy and relaxing. We did stop for a while to enjoy the view and quiet and snacks. And drinks ;)
As we started packing up and getting ready to hit the road again, a van of police officers pulled up. We played the foreigner card! (minus the one and half natives we had with us.) Once the officers saw that we were moving on (and speaking English) they didn't really care anymore.
We stopped for lunch at a meat shack. I don't really know how else to describe it. It was delicious though. Everything in this country comes with pickles. It's amazing!! I ordered a quesadilla the other night.... it had pickles in it!! Don't knock it-- it was great. Not very tex-mex tasting, but great.
After lunch, we ventured back to the city to the 'hipster area.' We went to a micro-brewery and sampled some tasty beer. Yes, I said 'tasty beer.' The bartender read me well as I stood there looking at the choices thinking, "I don't like beer." He gave me one with a raspberry hint to it. I even had a second one (granted we were there for several hours.)
After grabbing some dinner and being hit-on by a dirty mechanic with poor English, we left the hipster brewery and headed for home totally exhausted.... it was 9:30pm. haha!!
It was a great Saturday though. And I am so happy I enjoyed the beautiful weather. Because this morning..... let's just say it was Not warm. Not warm at all. I think my next adventure will involve buying boots. Maybe a few pairs.
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