Journey with me

Tag: travel

  • The Pub

    The best way to describe this local hang out, is an Irish themed pub. However, some green decor, cute signs and one (maybe actually came from Ireland) dish on the menu… was the only “Irish culture” it offered. The food was good, though; I had an “American” style chicken sandwich and a rich chocolate mousse cake to finish.

    I bring up this adorable restaurant because it was there, I listened to the local conversations. I really listened. Some farmers in for a few beers at the end of a long week, friends gathering for a laugh, and the good ol’ boys with a story or two to tell.

    I happened to sit next to one particular man with the life story one only reads about. I will call him “C”. I listened as he told me his hard knock story that he owns with pride. Currently a tenant on a six acre farm, he started his life working for his dad, then moved to fixing engines for a $1.80 an hour. It was then he fell in love with volks wagons. Yes, he is that man-, that in his youth hopped in his VW bus he fixed up himself with a few friends and drove cross country to Haight-Ashbury. Now admittedly I have heard mention of this famous place, but I did have to do some research when I returned to the comforts of my hotel room.

    Haight-Ashbury is famous for its counterculture movement. Now when I think of Hippies of the past, I will think of this place. Apparently in the 1960’s it was the place to feel the vibe. I now also know the summer of “love” was in 1967. “C” was one of the many to experience that summer. Thank goodness he did not get into too much detail! I also listened of his travels to Germany, London, and a few other places… I honestly did not catch the entire list in his fast-paced conversing.

    On the other side of me sat the cutest group of ladies. One with her short white hair with light pink highlights. Hearing them ask the bartender over and over again if it were going to rain, then to watch them look at their smartphones for a weather report, left me sitting there thinking that will be me one day. At least I hope so, this group of women were talking of their upcoming trip to Austria. Why there I will never know, but what a life.

    As I barely finished my oh so rich, why did I eat so much dessert the pub became louder with local conversation, good friends and laughter. I ask Who could not walk out of such a charming non-Irish, Irish pub?

    In the end our meeting, with a shake of hands “C” asked if I like Swiss chard. “Yes!” I then proceed to tell him of my Great Uncle and his garden. How he always left fresh produce gifts on our door. I was then the lucky receiver of fresh produce and a bonus of fresh basil from his garden. I felt no issue of accepting such a blessing of a gift. In just one day, even in this historic part of town, I watched many neighbors selling and trading their fresh grown blessings with one another.

    Houses have signage leading people to their homes to experience and purchase the product they are lucky enough to grow. Walking through these small streets I have even seen an artist or two water coloring on canvas in their gardens.

    Yes, these towns still exist. I am one of the lucky few that had a chance to visit. Maybe in just a few years I can call myself a resident of such an artisan homegrown town.

  • Onancock, Virginia

    Waking up with the early light at five-thirty was a thrill. At least it would have been if I could smell my morning coffee brewing. This habitual daily routine however led me to the most beautiful morning walk in search for that perfect cup of joe.

    As I sat on the classic wooden style park bench in the location of the Saturday morning market, I felt almost alive with the anticipation of what would soon be an area full of local artisans and growers of fresh food. The wind from last night’s storm was still rustling through the town, off the Onancock water at the end of Market Street. I breathed in the fresh air that is Onancock Virginia.

    This quaint historic town is quintessential charm at its finest. The greenery and well-maintained gardens are a pride of the local residents. As I am on the Eastern shore, I feel such happiness when I noticed that Market Street ends right on the edge of Onancock creek, a tributary of the Chesapeake Bay. This is where I will be Kayaking with tomorrow’s morning light.

    The artistic and creative shops are sights I cannot wait to experience. As walking by the store windows, I look forward to purchasing something from a local owner. The window displays simply show each shop owner has handpicked with care of what is to be experienced and purchased by a tourist such as myself.

    I stroll by these un-opened shops on my way to the Foggy Place Cafe. Which I had read- “Onancock” means ” foggy place” in Algonquin, the language of the people who lived and traded here since the 1200’s.

    I was greeted by friendly staff, and treated myself to a caramel macchiato, and the most delicious caprese sandwich. Other named “coffee” shops have nothing on this Foggy place! The decor was of comfort and modern combined. With local artists works on display for purchase, my eyes could not decide where to gaze next.

    My first night’s stay at the Historic Charlotte Hotel, was one of pure comfort. Walking to my room yesterday, going up the original wooden stairs, (no elevator) I opened my wood door number 23 with a golden engraved key. I can only say I felt as if I stepped into an old movie. I did not think twice of not having an electric key card as modern hotels do nowadays. Stepping on the real wood floor with original marks reminds me that there are still some places that care for the old. The antiqued armoire, black floor lamps, and quilted bedding reminded me of when I would read historic era books with my children.

    I am finding my well-deserved peace, and will continue to write, experience and journey on the well thought out path God has put before me. As motherhood, being a daughter and having relationships is an important part of my everyday life. I will publicly thank all the above for allowing me to journey on my own this weekend.

    -Meg.