Cheers to cyber friendships and Twit-pals!  2011 marked the year of becoming great friends with intangible people all across the country (and perhaps world!).  Although my blog sometimes falls by the wayside and lacks some visual interest (forgive me, but I’m not very good at html or formatting. oh well!) I’ve been more than affirmed and encouraged by some wonderful ladies with some serious blog caliber.  (thankyouthankyouthankyou!)

It all started when I joined the Vintage Recipe Swap with Christianna from Burwell General Store and my bona fide friend Lindsay from Rosemarried.  From there, I was introduced to dozens of amazing bloggers and straight-up awesome people that I would fly across the country to have a meal and a glass or 3 of wine with.  Oh how glorious it will be one day when we get to enjoy each other’s company.

A couple of my favorite blogger ladies have revealed themselves a bit on their blogs recently and have invited their wannabe dinner guests to do the same.  So, I guess it’s my turn to spill the beans about me, and invite my favorites to gather around the virtual dinner table and do the same.

What or who inspired you to start your blog?
This blog actually started as an outlet for the lessons I was learning in life after my dear friend Anthony died in a mountain climbing accident on Mt. Hood just over two years ago.  Losing him was unexpected, but in the grief, sadness, tears, and pain, it was like there was this rapid growth in my heart and my faith that needed to be harvested and written down.  Grief is a lost art but I was determined to walk through it and do it well and share it with others.  Slowly but surely (still not really sure how), I started posting recipes and The Unexpected Harvest turned into a food blog.

Who is your foodie inspiration?
Truth be told, Mrs. Rosemarried herself, Lindsay Strannigan.  It might seem cliche since we’re practically besties in real life, but this woman is amazing.  She has a full time job, a full time husband, is on the board of her local farmers market, contributes to several different blogs, volunteers her time to do local PR and wedding planning, keeps up with our boys; the Portland Trail Blazers, AND has time to come up with and make delicious seasonal recipes.  She’s the queen of balancing everything in her life and producing really good products.

Your greasiest most batter splattered cook book is?
Cookbook?  Who uses those archaic brick-like things anymore?  Food blogs FTW!  Juuuuust kidding.  Ironically, my “greasiest, most batter-splattered” cook book is Farmers John’s Cookbook: The Real Dirt on Vegetables. He runs a CSA in Illinois and his cookbook is chock-full of seasonal recipes with every vegetable you can imagine.  Not much grease or batter in his recipes.  The second most dog-eared cookbook I have is the Cook’s Illustrated New Best Recipe.

The best thing you have ever eaten in another country, where was it and what was it?
It’s truly nothing fancy.  When I was in Germany in 2010, I hopped on a train and took a solo day trip up to the town of Trier.  This historic town is nestled into the Mosel wine region of western Germany and has a glorious fruit stand in the center square of town.  I bought a couple pieces of fruit while I was there, but the best by far was a simple peach.  It was August and this peach was perfectly ripe, juicy, and tasted exactly like a peachie-o gummy candy.  I’ve never tasted anything so perfect in my life.

Another Food Blogger’s table you would like to eat at?
So many!  For food alone, I would pick Coco from Roost.  Her recipes are mostly grain, dairy, and sugar free but so creative, DELICIOUS, and beautifully photographed.  For conversation and food, just you wait…

What one kitchen gadget would you like Santa to bring you? (if money were no object)
I want a set of Le Crueset dishes: dutch over, skillet, morter and pestle, you name it.  I want it all.

Who taught you how to cook?
My love of cooking started with my old roommate, Amy Boles.  She’s brilliant in the kitchen.  When I lived with her, she would always come up with something amazing to make for dinner and we would always host dinner parties.  She taught me that I actually could cook.  Then I just started following recipes and food blogs and teaching myself.

I’m coming to you for dinner, what is your signature dish?
Id’ say that my signature isn’t actually a dish, it’s a bottle–of Oregon Pinot Noir!

What is your guilty food pleasure?
Truth be told, the only thing I need for dessert is a spoonful of nut butter topped with dark chocolate chips.  That’s the most decedent and satisfying end of any meal. And lately, chocolate almond milk.

Reveal something about yourself that others would be surprised to learn?
I ate my fair share of Lil’ Debbie snack cakes growing up.  Not saying I was a chubby kid, because I wasn’t.  I’m just saying that times have changed and I would never dream of eating one of those now or letting my future kids eat them.

My ideal dinner party (please ladies, let’s all rendezvous in real life soon!):

Toni Dash of the Boulder Locavore: Toni is the cocktail queen.  I met her through the vintage recipe swap and have the biggest blog crush on her.  She’s so classy, creative, NICE, and always makes me drool over her cocktail creations.  The party would get started way before the meal if this woman was shaking up some drinks.

Jacqueline Raposo of The Dusty Baker: Another recipe swapper.  My crush on Jacqueline started when she commented on my about me section and said she wanted to jump through the computer and give me a hug.  She’s another gluten free gal who has mastered the art of baking just 6 cookies, as to not go overboard and eat all the cookie dough.  She’ll be the dessert queen at our dinner party.

Sabrina Modelle of The Tomato Tart: Oh Sabrina.  Where do I start?  Although not entirely vegan, she whips up meat-free recipes that would make me forget that I wasn’t even eating meat.  She’s the queen of the SF Bay area and we were thiiiiiis close to meeting up for a cocktail when I was down there in October, but to our dismays, I didn’t plan the trip very well and we missed each other.  Someday, Sabrina!

Christianna Reinhardt of Burwell General Store: Safe to say, I owe many of my cyber-friendship to CM.  She started the recipe swap which essentially gave birth to all these connections.  She’s our small-town girl turned LA foodie queen and is always on some new adventure.  I’m hoping to take her wine tasting in Oregon one of these days.

And last but certainly not least: Lindsay Strannigan of Rosemarried: Although we’re not cyber-friends, but real-life friends, I don’t ever want to be at a dinner party without Linds.  She’ll never buy a piece of produce from Mexico or Chile, or a chicken breast from Iowa.  I just love this lady to pieces.  We can eat eggs in a nest and drink bubbles while watching a Blazers game, or take 4 hours to eat a 5 course meal with some of our closest friends.


 

What a week!  The day after I got back from Mexico, I committed to house/dog sitting in Sellwood for 10 days.  Being back in Portland gave me a chance to catch up with some great friends and connect with some new ones.

My new-ish friend Lisa and I decided to meet for Happy Hour at Soluna Grill on NE 44th and Fremont before our Home Community on Wednesday.  We were NOT disappointed.

Of course, we had some cocktails to start.  I can’t exactly remember what was in mine, something pink, maybe raspberry?  The best and obviously most memorable part was the sage (I LOVE herbaceous cocktails) and whipped egg whites on top.  It was like the latte of cocktails.

 

We had an array of items for the happy hour menu but these two stood out the most: chickpea crusted green beans with tomato-ginger ketsup (above)
maple smoke pork belly with a tempura poached egg, sweet onion, frisee, mustard vin. A deep friend poached egg??  Yes PUH-LEASE!  This was amazing.

Our pocketbooks were happy and our bellies were sat-is-fied with Soluna Grill.

The next morning, my old roommates from the Thompson House, or Team Thomp, Tiffani, Crystal, and Rachel met for breakfast at Helser’s on NE Alberta and 16th.  It kinda feels like Miranda, Carrie, Charlotte, and Samantha are getting together at their usual breakfast spot, save for the topic of conversation.  We’re not quite as, cough cough, “city” as those ladies.  Breakfast with these girls is easily one of my favorite times of the month.   Helser’s has a FABULOUS $4.95 early bird menu from 7-9am everyday which is not something to miss out on.  I had the grilled polenta and black bean cakes with 2 poached eggs in creole sauce. The portion size was just right and tied me over well into the lunch hour.

Then came the meal that I had been waiting on for over a month: Gruner.  (Well, we had originally planned on going to Little Bird, but we couldn’t get a reservation for 3 until 8:30 and since we all had to work on Friday and usually spend 3+ hours talking, eating, and drinking together, we decided to reschedule LB for May and try Gruner.  Both are newish to Portland and have chefs who are nominated for the James Beard Award).   One of the only perks of having type 1 diabetes is that the 2 ladies who work locally for the company who makes my insulin pump have a nice expense account and are encouraged to “entertain” their patients.  It’s a major bonus that I happen to click with both of them very well and we have a ball together.  They are the reason I have been to several of Portland’s best restaurants.  Having diabetes is almost worth it.

Take a moment to look at Gruner’s menu.  It’s very German/Swiss inspired which I was a little shy about at first.  But once our first “snacks” came out, I knew we wouldn’t have anything to worry about.

Round one:   Beet-pickled hard boiled eggs. Perfection in a deviled egg.  (Julie and Shannon had the crisp polenta croquettes stuffed with  bleu cheese but I had to pass unfortunately.)

 

 

Round two: Belgian endive, gala apples, fourme d’ambert, toasted hazelnuts, with a hazelnut oil vinaigrette. Too bad I had to 86 the bleu cheese.  Still a mouthful of delight though.

Round 3: Sauteed calves livers, sauteed onions, house cured bacon, cider reduction, “himmel und erde–potato and apple puree. I stepped out of my culinary comfort zone for this, but OH MY it was good.  Good, as in, “God saw what He had made and said it was good.”  Like, godly perfection on a plate.

We asked our Christian Bale look-a-like server, Jeff for a wine recommendation for our meal.  The menu is heavy with Germany and European wines that I am completely unfamiliar with.  There are a few Oregon wines on the menu, which I will lean towards 95% of the time, but even those were unfamiliar to me.  He suggested the ’09 Schöne Schlucht Oregon Pinot Meunier, which is an Alsatian red varietal is that seldom seen in Oregon (Adelsheim makes one).  I wish Oregon produced more of this varietal because it was wonderful!  Bright cherry and black pepper.  Perfect with our meal.

Dessert is always fun for us whenever we go out.  We usually get a chocolate dessert and a non-chocolate dessert and dessert wines to match.  Unfortunately, none of the desserts we ordered impressed us enough to take note of or even take a picture of.  But here’s our array of dessert wines (from the back): An Auslese Riesling from the Mosel region in Germany where I visited this summer, an Italian Vino Santo, and a Tawny Port.

Now, it’s back to home cooked meals and leftovers for lunch.  I had a fun culinary week out, but I’m ready to use my new red dutch oven and start cooking my own food again.

Finally!  I got to go wine tasting!  I knew German’s were known for their Rieslings, but I had no idea just how much Riesling was coming out of Germany.  TONS!  I looked online and found some pretty great reviews of Bernkastel-Kues, a town along the Mosel River.  One fifth of all German wine is sold in this town so I thought it would boast many tasting rooms, which it certainly did.  Since I get back on a plane to Portland tomorrow and Steve is working today, this was our last day trip and my last chance to see a part of Germany I haven’t seen yet.  It was a nice mellow day that I enjoyed thoroughly.

Bernkastel was on one side of the Mosel River, and Kues was on the other.  This is the main street in Bernkastel.  On the left of the street is the first tasting room we visited…

Rieslings and more Rieslings.  This is Dr. Pauly Bergweiler.  German Rieslings range from dry to very sweet.  The classification is called the Pradikat System.  We tasted everything from dry or Trocken, to semi-sweet or Spatlese, to the sweetest wines of our lives or Trockenbeerenauslese!  We also tried Grappa here, which is fermented grape skins, seeds, and stems.  In my humble opinion, it tastes like straight alcohol and isn’t at all appetizing.  But the Rieslings were great!

Town Square in Bernkastel

This was the Vinotek, or wine museum.  It was self-serve (that would NEVER happen in Oregon) and there were  145 different wines to try.  135 of them were Rieslings and the remaining 10 were Dornfelders, some Roses, and a couple sparking Rieslings.  Since all the tech sheets were in German, we had no idea what were tasting other than the Pradikat Designation.  I was surprised at my liking of the off-dry or semi-sweet Rieslings far above the dry ones.  I’ll be packing some in my suitcase to bring back to Portland.

All the hillsides surrounding the Mosel River are covered in vineyards!  And they are SO steep.  I love that the rows go in every direction.

This is Bernkastel, from the bridge going into Kues.

So glad I was able to see the Mosel region and expand my wine knowledge and experience.  I have a new found appreciation from Rieslings and got to feed my soul a bit.

Well friends, this might be my last photo blog from my Europe trip, but I’ll do a wrap up blog soon once I come back down from the experience and debrief a bit.  Thanks for taking time to read!

You know that feeling of finally getting somewhere you want to be and the all the weight that has been on your shoulders just melts off and you feel light again?  That’s the feeling I had when we arrived in Interlaken, Switzerland on Friday.  A nurse at Steve’s hospital matched us up with her husband, Scott and their friend Bryan for a weekend hiking trip in the Swiss Alps.  Steve checked the weather and told me to pack for rain, but I packed for August sun and was very ill-prepared.  Luckily, Scott’s wife, Shelley had enough gear for me to sport on our hike.  (Thanks Shelley! You are a life saver)  The only glitch: my feet are bigger than Shelley’s so I resorted to wearing my somewhat new, hardly broken in Chacos.  They were champs though with a little help from some big band-aids.  The hike was easily the hardest hike of my life, and could easily stay that way.  We’re talking seriously quick elevation gain, rough terrain for part of it, and a lot of rain at the beginning and end.  I don’t mind cloudy with a little chill in the air, but a straight up downpour can put a damper on the day real quick.  The bulk of the middle, however, was beautiful!  There’s no feeling like the feeling you get at the end of a arse-kicking hike when you can finally sit and have a beer.  Man, that felt good.

Aside from the hike, Interlaken is a charming little town with mountains towering on every side, a jade colored river running through the middle, tons of hostels, and swarms of paragliders overhead.  15 minutes away (by car) is the town of Grindelwald, which is where most of the hiking starts.  It’s nestled into the Alps and is your typical Swiss village with red and white flags, Swiss Chalets, and green hillsides everywhere.  Loved everything about it.

This trip was exactly the breath of life I needed and will remain the highlight of my time in Europe.

Balmer’s!  This is the hostel we stayed at while we were in Interlaken.  What a cool culture and feel.

Scott and Shelley are big wine drinkers so he packed a couple bottles for us to enjoy.  After we got settled in at Balmer’s, we walked into town, grabbed some Swiss truffles, and opened a bottle of Cote du Rhone at the park in the middle of Interlaken.  Loooovely.

This is pretty typical of us: poking fun at each other.

Swarms of paragliders all over the sky in Interlaken!  They start from a mountain top on the other side of the river, glide down, and land in this park right in front of us.  Next time in Interlaken, I’m doing it!

Grindelwald is where we started out hike.  You’ll see some aerial photos of it from our hike…

Scott, me, Bryan, and Steve at square one.  We’re heading up into those mountains behind us.  I have no idea what lies ahead of me…

Where are we going?!  Ask these Magellan’s.

There were so many of these chalets on the way up.  This one marks the start of our ascent up the Eiger Trail.

We enjoyed a beer way up on the mountain after a tough elevation climb.  Rugen Brau is a local brewery in Interlaken.

The rain stopped and the clouds cleared to reveal this amazing mountain peak!  We’ve only just begun. Grindelwald is in the background.  Scott, Bryan, me, and Steve.

Eiger Trail…

Up we go…thaddaway.

I couldn’t help but think that God is a pretty creative creator.  Majestic!

We weren’t sure what these pilings were for, but they were all over one part of our hike.

Tons of waterfalls along the Eiger Trail from all the glacial run-off.  Crystal clear and freezing cold.

I’ve always wanted to do this!  Easily the best drinking water on the planet.  Bryan kept on calling it “giardia water” and wouldn’t drink it, but he missed out!

We spotted this waterfall down where we had a beer and were so glad to finally be there!  Objects on the mountain are closer than they appear.

I love the ruggedness of this shot.

I had to do it!  But by the time I remembered my jersey was in my pack, we were pretty socked in from the fog so the shot of the rock was all I could get.  Who knows, maybe it’ll get me on the big screen at a game!

It’s getting foggier…which means rain is a comin’.

More cowbell!  There were so many cows with bells around their necks towards the end of our hike.  Such a sweet sound.

TThe trail down to Kleine Scheidegg took us through some cow pastures and many a cow-pie.

After 7 hours, 3,500 feet (gestimate), rain, sun, clouds, tight calves, and a couple stops to treat some low blood sugars and to eat lunch, we made it to the train station at Kleine Scheidegg.  We had a celebratory drink while we waited for the train to take us back down into Grindelwald.  It felt SO good to warm up and sit down.  We were all beat, but happy that we made it to the top.  Steve said that with a little training, I could easily summit Mt. Hood!  I would love to summit with him and his dad to see what Anthony was so in love with.  What an experience that would be.  Next year :)

I’ve been an independent woman the last couple of days getting around this chunk of Germany all by myself since Steve has been working nights and sleeping during the day.  I’ve made a couple mistakes but I’m here writing this post so I did something right.  I have to say that I’m glad tonight is Steve’s last night because I’m ready to do something fun again.  Tomorrow, we heading down to Interlaken and Grindlewald, Switzerland to do some hiking and climbing.  If you get a sec, check the weather for Grindlewald.  And we think Portland’s summer weather is bad.  I’m gonna be freezing my arse off! (The usage of arse is an ode to all the crossword puzzle’s I’ve been doing.  Lots of “British behind” clues.)  But I’m excited none-the-less.

I haven’t been totally filled with excitement though.  I’ve actually had some really sad moments in the last couple of days.  The saddest of moments come when Steve leaves for work at 7pm and I’m alone in a foreign village in a foreign country feeling like I’m not doing everything that I want to do while I’m here.  The biggest let down and by far the biggest source of tears on this trip was the realization that I wouldn’t be able to make it to Beaune, France in the heart of Burgundy.  That was my biggest dream coming into this trip and I thought that would be what brought the biggest breath of life to me.  I was anticipating sitting at a sunlight table on a cobblestone street with a glass of the best Burgundy and vineyards in the background.  I thought for sure that was how the Lord would awaken my heart and bless me.  This trip isn’t really looking like I thought it would and that’s really hard because it feels like He is withholding something from me, something that I want so so bad and it’s so close but I can’t get there.I’ve been asking the Lord to awaken my heart for so long and I guess I’ve put God in a box in how I think He will do that.  So I guess I need to pray that I would see outside the box and be satisfied with how He is awakening and speaking to my heart now.  I was talking to my friend Debbie yesterday via gmail chat and she pointed me to Deuteronomy 8 where God is speaking to the Israelites who have been wandering through the desert for 40 years.  His intent for us while we are in the wilderness, in the seasons of pure longing, being humbled, tested, and hungry is so that we may inherit his blessings, know what is in our heart–whether we will be faithful, to show us that we cannot live without him, and to show us his love for us as sons through his discipline.  That is SO packed and I still need to chew on that more.  But I need to stop putting God in my box and anticipating that he will show up in a specific way.  He may have me in this wilderness for 40 more years for all I know.  But I will continue to pray that he would keep me faithful and close to him when I feel like taking matters into my own hands and strive for the blessing that I want, instead of what he is trying to bless me with.

Ok, now onto the photos….

The nearest town to Steve’s villiage is called Landstuhl.  It’s not super cute but it has a couple streets to walk up and down and some cafes to sit and read and write at.  Behind me is a small castle and to the left is a cool little pub with a great patio overlooking the town.

Once an hour, a bus comes through Steve’s village and goes into Landstuhl.  I hopped on the bus a yesterday and bopped around Landstuhl for the day.  Not much to see, but at least I wasn’t stranded in the little village.

Today, I decided to take a bigger outing and head to Trier.  I took the bus into Landstuhl then caught the train there.  It was about a 2 1/2 hr (one way) trip to Trier but very cool…other than the rain that was a comin’ down this morning when I left Steve’s.  Wet feet=no fun.

Standing under the umbrella waiting for the bus to come.  I’m pretty wet already :(

The train ride to Trier was mostly boring except the last 20 minutes or so once we reached the Mosel Valley.  Vineyards everywhere!  And the train took us right along the Mosel River, which was unfortunately on the other side of the train so I didn’t get a photo.  But here’s a picture I found online:

There was some very cool architecture in Trier, which is right on the border of Luxembourg.

This is Market Square.  Very lively and colorful!  The pink building with the H&M used to be the palace of the Archbishop.

Love the fruit stands right in the middle of the square.  The nectarine I bought was the best piece of fruit I have ever had.  I seriously tasted like a Peachy-O!

My new friend Miguel.  He just struck up a conversation with me when I was sitting down people-watching.  Funky guy with a lot of dreams and very good English.  From the 20 minutes we chatted, I think he would fit in well in Portland. He kept on talking about wanting to live in Hamburg because of the buzz and mentality.

When  I got back to Landstuhl from Trier, none of the busses were running anymore so I took a taxi half-way to Steves.  Only half-way?  Yes, it was 11 Euro (about $15.00) for a 5 minute taxi ride!  I decided a I could walk the 4 km back home.  It actually might have been my favorite part of the day.

I finally made it back to Steve’s village, Obernheim-Kirchenarnbach.

Alright ya’ll.  I’m wiped out and need to catch some zzz’s before heading off to Switzerland in the morning.  I’ll be gone for a couple of days but I’ll write and post pictures when I get back.

Ciao!

Oh boy, Rome was quite a whirlwind!  We got up at 3am after having only slept 2 hrs to catch our Ryanair flight and hit the ground running once we landed.  When we finally checked into our hotel, we all feel asleep for almost 3 hours without stirring!  But then it was go go go from then on.  Rome in 3 days is tricky but I think we hit nearly all of the main attractions.  ”When in Rome?” and “Rome if we want to!” were common catch phrases during our time there.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that I really needed to pray my way through the trip.  Lots of insecurities came to the surface for me being in a high-fashion country where the words “practical footwear” don’t not exist.  I was all about my Chacos while I was there, which put a big “American” stamp on me.  All the women were wearing the cutest sandals and high waisted skirts.  And ALL of the girls my age were super skinny and super tan.  Neither of which would be good descriptors of me.  So I prayed by butt off that I would stop comparing myself to these girls and just be content with the body I have and confident with my health and progress.  Not sure I would have enjoyed Rome at all had I been insecure and comparing myself the whole time.  That would have been AWFUL!  But, I did okay for the whole trip and got some good fashion tips out of it :)

My travel buddies for the trip were Steve (of course) and his friend Frank.  Frank is an Army nurse at the same hospital as Steve and he’s been wanting to head to Rome for a while.  Three was a great number and I definitely felt safe with two Military guys.  We all traveled really well together and I can say confidently that I didn’t get sick of either of them.  Hopefully they can say the same about me!

Alright, take a looksey at some of the highlights.  Some of these are from my camera and some are from Steve’s much nicer camera.  You can probably tell which is which.  And I’m not an expect photographer but you’ll get the picture (punny!!):

We’re in Rome!  We’ve been up since 3am with only 2 hours of sleep, but we’re in Rome and eating breakfast!

A lovely view of St. Peter’s Basillica and Vatican City from the top of Castel del San Angelo

Not a terrible view from our hotel room (yes hotel!  no hostel for us)

Mar and Steve in front of the Fountain at the Piazza Navona

I love the street cafe scene in Rome!

Team Jacob?!  Anyone? Anyone?

LOOOVE this place!  Red checkered table cloth, a lovely Dolcetto d’Alba, Bruschetta, Meatballs, deliciousness…

Piazza Navona at night.

Opera singer at the Pantheon

Trevi Fountain at night!  SO many people here and SOOOO much Gelato!

I’m at the Colosseum!  This was actually a really cool sight to see.

Tired kids at the Forum.

Trevi Fountain by day.

Like I said, TONS of people!  Our tour guide for the Vatican said they collect 80,000 Euro of coin each month out of this fountain.  That’s almost $105,000 USD!

Swiss Guard at the Vatican.  So cute ;)

Our fabulous tour guides for the Sistine  Chapel and Vatican City, Allie (far L) and Susan (middle R).  We paid a little extra but didn’t have to stand in line for 4 hrs!

Inside St. Peter’s Basillica

Favorite part of Rome: The bustling cobblestone alleys.

I ate it…and loooved it!  What’s Rome without Pizza and Chianti?

This is the most insane Gelateria I saw in all of Italy.  I think they probably had 50+ flavors.

Piazza del Popolo at night!

Here a just a couple of photos to commemorate the day:

I went into Kaiserslautern for the morning and found a great little cafe.  Sat here and read, wrote, and people watched for quite a while.

This is part of the German Wine Road!  We drove up to Landau and Godsramstein for a wine festival that wasn’t actually happen.  Props to Steve for the effort!  The drive was beautiful though so it made it all okay.

This is the little village of Landau where the wine festival was supposed to be.  I could have easily stayed here for a looooooong time.

During the drive, Steve randomly pulled over to make a phone call and we just so happened to pull up to this fruit stand.  This was my favorite thing that happened all day.  The day was feeling very crisp and fall-like anyway, the this stand was selling fresh crop apples that were the best I’ve ever tasted.  We also bought cherries, nectarines, a bottle of Riesling for 3 Euro (about $3.50) and a bottle of local red wine made from the Dornfelder grape.  Less than impressed but then again, it was only 3 Euro.

Ok, really?  We’re cruising around Germany in a Mini Cooper, eating delicious fruit from a local fruit stand and it feels like fall outside.  I had to rock the head scarf!

This is Steve’s village called Obernheim-Kirchenarnbach.  It is SO charming!  It’s in a little valley and probably only has 150 houses.  There are cows and sheep and grassy fields all around it.  Very picturesque.

I’ll post photos from Rome very soon!

Lesson from yesterday: it’s easier to fight hard for something when you want what the fighting will get you.  Anyone who knows me, knows that late nights and lack of sleep does not equal pleasant, friendly, enjoyable-to-be-around Mari.  And considering that I had only slept maybe 4 hours (curled up on a plane) in the last 36 hours or so could have easily been a recipe for disaster.  But I figured that fighting really hard against jet lag for one day would make for better days to follow.

But surprisingly, it wasn’t too hard to make it through yesterday.  Steve wasn’t able to pick me up from Frankfurt International so he send his friend Juliana to come collect me at the airport.  She was a great tour guide and took me to Heidelberg, which is considered a “city” to Germans.  I’d say it’s more like a cute, big villiage.  But it was so picturesque and wonderful.  I took lots of pictures but haven’t uploaded them yet so I’ll just use some I found on Google.  All the streets in Heidelberg are paved with cobblestones (swoon!) and the main street was pretty much pedestrian only  lined with cafes, shops, H&M, students from the local university, girls wearing scarves (I couldn’t resist going to H&M and buying a couple), alleyways, everything perfect and pristine.  I loved everything about this town.  And for lunch: Schnitzel  of course!

Today I’m on my own until Steve gets off work later in the afternoon.  I slept like a rock last night and have been up since 5:40 local time.  All I want to do is find a open-air cafe, grab a cup of coffee (always espresso here), and journal, read, people watch, think, pray, and take it all in.  And from what I saw yesterday, I don’t think that will be hard to find.

Stay tuned!

Again,  I am enraptured by a blog I came across this afternoon.  She is an old friend, one who I have taken many lakeside walks with and talked deeply with.  One who I haven’t spoken to in years but I admire the woman she has become and is becoming.  And her blog is captivating:

lucypauline.blogspot.com

Some highlights:

Every arrow in the bow of desire
has rushed out in hope
of nearing
Him.

Thomas Aquinas

He has an especial tenderness of love toward thee for that thou art in the dark and hast no light, and His heart is glad when thou doest arise and say, “I will go to my Father.” . . . Fold the arms of thy faith, and wait in the quietness until light goes up in thy darkness.   -George MacDonald

My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it. Therefore will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.   -from Thoughts in Solitude by Thomas Merton

And a couple images:

A dog on a bed in a bright bedroom. I wouldn't mind being here.

The little village Steven lives in in Germany is much like the village this movie takes place in.


Something lifted off my shoulders this past week.  There is still some weight there, but my load seems to be much light.  My excitement about going to Europe is growing, I’m running again and eating less (feels SO good),  I’m not looking at my body as judgingly and harshly as I normally do.  I’m just feeling better.  Maybe it’s because the sun has come out a little bit.  Maybe it’s because the Lord is bringing some reprieve and changing my perspective, maybe it’s a combination of both and many other things.  But I sure hope a new season is pushing through.

I deactivated my Facebook account last week (don’t worry, it’s temporary.  I’ll be back one of these days).  I did it for many reasons: I wanted to unplug, to be anonymous, to not be consumed with what everyone else is doing and feel like I have to keep my status updated.  I’ve received some seriously bad news on Facebook lately so maybe that has something to do with it.   But all that extra time in my day has freed me up to do other things that I love more than Facebook.  Last week sometime, after I unplugged from FB, I was up in my room reading through some Psalms and came across so many where the author cries out for God of save him, rescue him, give him victory, strengthen him.  It seems like David is always asking God how long he will forget him and how long he will wrestle with his thoughts and have sorrow in his heart (Ps. 13).  And of course I have resonated and prayed along with these Psalms for months now.  But the other night, it dawned on me that maybe I’m finally seeing the Lord answer some of these prayers.  I’m feeling some reprieve, some light relief from the heaviness I’ve been carrying.

My friend Debbie came over for dinner last night.  She was in Portland for a couple days one last time before she moves to Liberia in August.  There was a song that she has been listening to during her trip out here and she really wanted me to hear it.  It was a beautiful song but there was one line that really got me thinking.  The artist said something about how we sometimes have to go through the fire to know Him more.  I am certainly going through the fire but hearing that made me realize that I want to come out of this season knowing Him more.  I want to fight the good fight and not grow tired and weary and give up.  I want to look back on this season and know that I wasn’t defeated by the grief and darkness.

I sure do hope this dark season is coming to an end, but if not, maybe this light reprieve will give me enough strength and faith to make it through the last leg of the race.

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