the longest blog post in the whole wide world…
June 27th, 2008start reading if you dare…
and you might want to get comfy.. its like an old fashioned slide show of our recent trip to America.
off we go..
ok, we didn’t really pull the camera out until a few days into the trip.. when we were on our way to Kalamazoo with my uncle mark (see below). He had a meeting there and we hitched a ride to Detroit to catch a flight to DC. Here is mark, (the only picture of him with his collar on - he’s a priest), matthew and I trying to figure out this weird-ass pay-for-your-parking system. seriously confusing and ineffective I would imagine.
And one of many photos of the Matthew and i…
Here we are, before stopping in Detroit for the night, at the farm where emily teaches horse-riding. Those are some of her horses in the background.
Here is me with one of her horses.. unfortunately I cannot remember its name. We seem to have matching manes though.
and matthew…
Emily in her natural habitat…
Matthew in Emily’s natural habitat…
Now we’re in DC, and Elizabeth is at work.. Jeremy takes Matthew and I exploring for a couple of days.. this is us, exhausted by the heat, and we’ve only just left Diane’s house (Diane is Jeremy’s mom). Note, of course, the McCain poster in this yard…
Matthew and Jeremy.. looking like two cool dudes.. looks like they should have a soundtrack here or something..
This is at a fountain betwen the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument.. there was one for each state and I just had to pose..
Matthew also poses..
Jeremy gives us our very own souvenier of the Licoln Memorial - as seen in the background. (for those of you not acquainted with American mondey.. this is a one-cent coin. it has the lincoln memorial on it)
Reaching the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.. gosh it was hot.
This is me messing with an effect on my camera.. so you can see inside the memorial but can’t see the people and things on the steps outside.
Jeremy must have said something funny here..
It really does look like that..
and like this..
Its also very big.
Jeremy chillin with Einstien.
Outside the whitehouse. Looking suspicious I might add.
Two men posing as secret service agents. Turns out they were there for some fashion shoot, but people kept coming and getting their pictures taken with them. as seen here.
And this was the model they posed behind. Leopard skin. wow.
Me and Mr. Bush’s house.
the rest of the crew..
We were allowed to take pictures in the Smithsonian American Art Museum.
Outside one of the museums..
Jeremy is a recent graduate from Law School. That’s the Capital building behind him. (see Schoolhouse rock: I’m just a bill, sitting here on capital hill…)
The streets of DC.
And our last night in DC, we had a very lovely evening in the Tikki room of a bar called Madam’s Organ. The Tikki room was on the roof of the bar.. and the local area is called Adam’s Morgan (hence, Madam’s Organ, ahem.) We were all so hot, tired, exhausted, and cranky.. but once we chilled out, it was one of the highlights of my trip.
the other lovely couple.
Sisters, Sisters.. never were there such devoted sisters…
And here, on our sad journey to the airport via the Metro. Notice all four of us are in this picture.. with Elizabeth and I in the reflection.
Back in Michigan, at Ben’s graduation party. Here’s the grandparents and Aunt Leigh sitting outside at the barbeque.
It was also father’s day.. and Grandpa got a little something..
From right to left.. Grandma, Ben (the graduate!), Aunt Leigh, and Jeremy (Emily’s other half)
Grandma and my man.
Emily and her man.
My mom and dad (her man).
Dad and Jonathan Fegel busking in downtown Holland.
Matthew filming..
Further downtown, our banners were on display! These are some paintings Matthew and I made whilst in America last - commissioned by the Holland Area Arts Council, they are hung up downtown during non-Tulip Time. Here is Matthew’s dutch take on American Gothic.
And here is my Birth of Venus (with a dutch hat on) - both of our banners are now slightly battered, with noticeable peeling on both sides.. we think they probably weren’t stored that well. Shame they didn’t simply use the originals to make banners. As it is, the original paintings are getting destroyed.
Me outside of the Everyday People Cafe - my favourite restaurant. About 7 years ago, I was their first in-house pastry chef. Matthew and I had a nice lunch here and they were still serving a dessert which I introduced to them when I started - a lovely creme brulee on puff pastry in a raspberry sauce. Not that I’m bragging, but I saw on a magazing clipping inside the restaurant that they call this their signature dessert! hehe. of course I didin’t make it up myself.. I got it from the french chef I worked with in New Orleans. I didn’t speak to the owners or anything while I was there.. but I did see them and the business seems to be going strong. and of course the food was good.
On Lake Michigan…
Matthew particularly likes this shot with the shoes… hehe.
and he didn’t want me to put this picture up.. but I thought I looked quite nice in it. hehe.
Here was a deer that came close to assaulting us on the way back to the car… It stomped its feet as we took pictures and walked past.
we like it.
Matthew was looking forward to his Kilwin’s mint chocolate chip… yummm. in Saugatuck.
Back at the house with the parents - taking pictures with my new camera now…
And now here are several pictures from my dad’s gig at Saugatuck’s Corner Bar on the last night we were there. I guess my dad and his musician friend, jonathan were not very happy with the atmosphere and all at the gig, but I know I enjoyed it.
And.. i took some pictures of our trip to the airport, but they just make me too sad, so I’m not going to post them. Instead, I’m posting this sad looking loaf of cinnamon bread. My mom told me it would get ridiculously squashed in my suitcase, and.. of course she was right. heh. I’ve stopped eating it now. its just too dense. But in a way.. it sorta looks like I’ve been feeling this week, just depressed.
I’ve had a really lovely holiday, and I know its hard to come back from any holiday.. two weeks of not getting up at 6:30 in the morning.. and all that, but I found it really really hard to say goodbye to my family this time. I think this must be because there was such a long gap since I had seen them last.. and I worry that it will be another long gap. But of course I will not let this happen. I also feel terribly guilty and stupid for having moved so far from home sometimes. Why couldn’t my dream have been less far away? or at least lead to earning a bit more money.. heh.
Anyway, its late now.. I just wanted to get all those pictures on and write a little. I’ll moan a bit more about being away from my family later on.. heh.
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)for a half an hour. It is very difficult to describe exactly how poorly sign-posted some areas can be in England… you’ll have a map in front of you that says the A312 or some such road should be off to your left soon.. and you pass a road to your left, but there’s no mention of what the name of the road is.. only that some little town called Frith is two miles in that direction.. thus you miss your turning, and… not like in america where every road you take is in a straight line and you can simply take a jog around a block or something - you end up on some twisty turny road for 10 minutes before you see anywhere to turn around or get some sign which tells you you’re now back where you started from.
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