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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Groundhog Day

Update on the ol' espaƱol (my test results are in):

Although I improved on my last exam, I have been extended for six more weeks of Spanish. It probably sounds like I'm making lemonade out of lemons, but I'm really happy to have some extra time with the language. I want to be really good, not just barely making the mark, and six more weeks will get me there.

Also, just to remind me what it's all about, I picked up these today:




Spanish is just one step on my way to serving the U.S. abroad, so bring it on!

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Cherry blossoms

The Washington DC Cherry Blossom Festival took place this weekend and a friend and I decided to check it out (who knows if I'll ever be back in DC this time of year again?). The crowds were overwhelming - throngs of thousands. But I do believe the blossoms were worth it!


The Washington Monument!
The Jefferson Memorial!
Martin Luther King!
MLK - really, an inspiration.
And this image of the Washington Monument was lingering in my camera - I took it just about a month ago.  
We had a really great time, even if we were tripping over the crowds. We had lunch downtown and then afternoon coffee late in the day before I headed home on the metro for an hour of deciphering a Spanish text before dropping into bed.

I really feel fortunate that opportunities like this are so readily available. Life is good, and I'm grateful for every moment.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Day Three - Be careful What You Ask For

Post by R

If you read my blog entry immediately preceding this one, you'll know that I was anxious to get away from the mid-eighties temperatures I experienced in the south. Today started out warm and sunny, and before noon the RAV-4's thermometer displayed 81 degrees. I had the air conditioner on for most of the morning and mid-afternoon. It was sunny and calm for a while, but that changed. As I made my way through Missouri the clouds came back, the wind picked up ferociously, and the temperature kept dropping. An intense downpour in western Missouri slowed traffic to a crawl for a while, and also prompted me to replace the windshield wipers. 

When I arrived in Kansas City, it was the beginning of Rush hour and I-70 was packed. I had intended to take I-70 to Denver, as I had done in the past, but the nagging voice on my GPS told me that the quickest way to Lander was to head North to Nebraska and I-80. I willingly obeyed the GPS. I'd never taken that route from Kansas City to Lincoln, NE, so a new and different experience won the day. Soon after I crossed the Nebraska border I noticed that the thermometer displayed a low for the day of 38 degrees. That's quite a change over the course of a few hours. I opened my duffel and pulled out my jacket and wool hat. No more wishing I had brought shorts along. I was happy though, since I didn't have to use the air conditioner in the car. Santo Domingo is going to be an adjustment for me.

I remember when I drove through St. Louis in the past that the I-80 route "highlights" some of the more decrepit parts of the city. It began on the Illinois side of the river, where an enormous corpse of a once great factory stood with it's brick smokestacks, completely vacant and desolate from decades of abandon. You could still see the "Armour" painted on one stack, so I'm guessing it was once a meat processing/packing facility. After crossing the mighty Mississippi (on an incongruously beautiful bridge), the traveler is treated to several miles of utter urban blight. Homes and factories that were beautifully built of brick over 100 years ago were vacant and windowless. Proud, optimistic, and skilled people built those buildings at one time, but their time has passed.  I'm thinking that the spiritual, and perhaps in some cases, biological descendants of those people now live in Wentzville, a beautiful and thriving town on the western fringe of the St. Louis. I stopped there for lunch and fuel and couldn't help notice the stark contrast. A tale of two cities so to speak.

In many cities, young people have moved in and revived the old sections. Gentrification. It's sort of an arrogant term, but you can't argue with the results. I'm sure that is happening in some parts of St. Louis, but not the parts I could see.

The rural areas and farms in all of the states I have been through are always beautiful, and always a breath of fresh air. Perhaps instead of encroaching on farmland when building the next suburb, we should focus on building/rebuilding in our already established cities. Kind of like Europe - and Portland, Oregon! Oh well, time to get off of my soap box.

Day Two

Post by R

Day two was productive, but included a change of plans. The farther south I drove the more it seemed that spring had sprung.  Blossoms and new green leaves could be seen everywhere. However, I had to start using the air conditioning, as the temperature soared to the mid 80's and stayed there most of the day. I suppose I'd better get used to it since the average daily temperature in the Dominican Republic is in the mid-80's all year, but I'm not quite ready for it and do not have the appropriate clothing with me. So, instead of a southern trajectory taking me through parts of Oklahoma and Texas (I-40), I made a course correction halfway through the day and decided to head North to St. Louis and then head west on I-70. I'm just not ready for summer yet.

The first thing I noticed when I started driving yesterday was how swollen the rivers were. I'd heard from a fellow traveler the night before that the route I would be taking was inundated the day before with rain. The Appalachians really are stunning, filled with hills, forests, farms, creeks and rivers. I saw a lot of signs alerting me to civil war battlefields and museums, both on day one and day two. You get the feeling that the rural south has still not forgotten it, and won't anytime soon. I couldn't help but think that most of those hill-country farmers who served as soldiers in the confederacy never owned any slaves. They fought to preserve the lifestyle of those "flatlander" plantation barons, while never having reaped any of the riches from that oppressive and immoral system of slavery. It's no wonder that West Virginia (hill country, of course) seceded from the mother state. They wanted nothing to do with the southern rebellion, as the northerners were inclined to call it.

Tennessee was a nice drive. You know you are driving through the south when just about every interstate exit has a Cracker Barrel restaurant. I've never been to one, but I understand that their specialty is southern "comfort food". At least the billboard ads lead me to think that. I'm trying to lose a pound or two, so I'll probably continue to my perfect streak of non-attendance. I also noticed lots of billboards in Tennessee advertising stores where you could stock up on legal moonshine, sold in what look like mason jars. It must be a trendy thing. I know there is much more to Tennessee than comfort food and moonshine, but those two things seem to be popular, at least to people passing through on the highway.

Nashville was where I had to make the decision whether to head North or South, so I said hello to the Nashville skyline, said adios a few minutes later, and headed to Kentucky, on roads I'd never travelled before. While driving through Paducah, KY, I noticed the sign for the National Quilt Museum in Paducah, KY. I remember J's memorable notes on her visit there back in August.

I was hoping to get to the Mississippi River yesterday, but I stopped in Marion, Illinois. That was probably a good thing since the sky was growing dark. I thought it was due to the sun setting, but it was much darker than normal. The motel clerk said it was because of a large weather system that could potentially produce tornados, and it was located between me and my next waypoint (St. Louis). 

BTW, southern Illinois is beautiful. When I thought of Illinois my mind always pictured the Chicago area, since I've travelled through so many times on I-80. Now my mind has been recalibrated.

We'll see what the next leg of my journey brings. Hopefully some pictures, if the sky still isn't still dull and grey.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

On the Road Again

Post by R

Wow, that was interesting and awesome 5+ months!  It was great to be with J in Arlington and attend the Foreign Service Institute.  I had 14 weeks of Spanish instruction and six weeks of the Basic Consular Course. It was intense for a while; I was doing three to four hours of Spanish homework every day for the first 8 weeks, but it eased up a little and I now have a good foundation in Spanish.  Not fluent for sure, but a very good start.  The consular course was great, and it might lead to a family-hire job overseas.  Even if I don't end up working in a consular job I'll have a MUCH greater understanding and appreciation for what J will be doing on a daily basis for the next however many years.  That alone is invaluable.  The occasional weekend excursions to museums and events was really nice too.  To enjoy "big city" offerings in Wyoming required major logistical preparation.  In Crystal City it was a 10 minute Metro ride, and we could walk from our apartment to the train without even going outside to the street. 

I'm writing this somewhere in Southwest Virginia near the Tennessee border.  It was grey and wet, so no photos today - hopefully on my next post.  I'm on my way back to sell the house and have our worldly belongings packed and shipped to either long-term storage or the Dominican Republic.  Most will go to storage, but some will go to the DR.  It took about an hour of driving to escape the hustle and bustle of the increasingly growing Washington DC metropolitan area, but by the time I was on I-81 South heading to the Shenandoah valley I could tell that I was back in the America I'm more familiar with, having lived in Wyoming for the past 12+ years.  Forests, farms, small towns, etc. replaced the urban landscape.

Having lived in both urban and rural settings, I've come to the conclusion that I can be happy in either.  They both have their advantages and disadvantages, and you always want what you don't have.  If you live in  a built-up city, a long weekend in the mountains is a nice getaway.  If you live in a small town in Wyoming a long weekend in the heart of Denver or SLC is a nice getaway.  Go figure.

As long as I have J to experience it with, I'll be happy anywhere.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

A little relief in all the chaos

So, well, this happened:

My cellphone does not take good photos, unfortunately.
Ditto the comment on the photo above.
R and I went to see Neil Diamond in concert last night!  It was so much fun. 

We were watching television last week and an advertisement came on about this concert. I thought to myself, "That would have been fun, but surely there are no tickets left." As with so many things in my life, I also thought, "There's no harm in checking just to be sure." I found reasonably priced tickets (in a suite, mind you), so I bought them immediately. We're unschooled in the way of fancy suites, apparently, because we didn't know that the price of the ticket also included dinner (complete with beer or soft drinks) and a private bathroom.  Score!

It was an incredible performance - nearly two hours uninterrupted - especially when you consider the guy's in his seventies. My favorite song was his autobiographical Brooklyn Roads, complete with family movies from his childhood. 

I have to say this, though: Neil Diamond fans are obsessed. Many a middle-aged woman was sporting a "Diamond Girl" t-shirt and wearing a seizure-enducing oversized blinking ring that they had purchased from the hucksters in the lobby. Their husbands, if in attendance, mostly looked a bit bemused.

My mom loved Neil Diamond, and I grew up listening to his music. It was a real treat to be able to see him in person - not only for the music, but for the memories it brought back of listening to LPs on my mom's ancient stereo turntable. To quote Neil: Good times never seemed so good. Indeed.

Plus, I really love his song from his new album, Melody Road:  The Art of Love.