Cape Cod - Part One - Shady Hollow Inn

A little slice of heaven right here on earth. Ann and David are angels. We've never felt more at home.

Our Room - The Seabreeze


Plenty of Closet Space


Entering the Bathroom


Enormous Space to Freshen Up (below is one of several photos)


A Peek Into the Adjoining Room from the bathroom
(perfect set of rooms for parents and children)




One of Ann's Watercolors
(She is so talented!)

COMEBACK!

I am back and I hope you'll all come back to reading my blog! I've missed you <3

This week was an Alice in Wonderland Dorthy in Oz one for me.

I won't bore you with the details.

Suffice it to say, I believe I have found my way back home and am happier for it.

To the Ocean

After a quick stop at school this morning, Mr. B&B and I are off to Cape Cod for a short respite. I love the Cape always, but there is something hauntingly magical about it in the "off season". We'll be strolling the beach, visiting the Parnassus Book Service, and perusing antique stores including this one. We will be eating incredible vegan breakfasts prepared by Ann and David at The Shady Hollow Inn. Just thinking about it releases endorphins!

Speaking of hauntingly magical, check out Jake Snider's song "To the Ocean" on YouTube. His website is here. His bio is here. MP3's, streaming MP3's and YouTube links here.

Hope you have a wonderful Valentine's Weekend where ever you may be, whatever your plans, no matter your relationship status.

See you Monday with pictures and a weekend recap!

Left My Heart In Harvard Square

Do you stop to listen or do you walk on by street performers/musicians? Occasionally, I stop. After this post by Tangobaby, this article on Joshua Bell in the Metro, and this series of articles on a homeless prodigy yesterday, I will be keeping dollars in my purse and stopping more regularly.

On my way to school yesterday, I happened upon this musician in Harvard Square. I caught his eye and he smiled. I was tight on time, but I sat on the curb with him for a couple of minutes, just listening and soaking in his passion. I could have stayed all day. Instead, I pulled five quarters from my purse and dropped them in his case. A small price to pay for the entertainment, relaxation, and calm I felt thanks to those two minutes with him. "Thank you." he said with a grin. "No, thank you." I replied with a smile.

As I hurried along on my way, my inner alarm told me to take out my camera and turn around. There he is nuzzled up to his guitar. They fit together. They make beautiful music together.
I stepped into class only one minute tardy and my day was so much better for it.