I am bad at time management

Friends, A year ago I set out to redesign this here blog. It was a project that I optimistically took on with the intention of "finishing in a weekend." Never have falser words been spoken and even now, nearly a year later, the new place still has some tweaking to be done.

Instead of making excuses for the things that aren't quite finished, however, why don't we imagine that I've just invited you into my new home for some coffee and there are still some boxes left unpacked, furniture missing and pictures leaning against the walls instead of hanging neatly on them. But the spirit is good and the pictures will get hung...eventually.

So grab a cup of something warm, pull up a packing crate and enjoy the updated view along with some new stories (I've got quite a backlog as you might imagine) and kindly redirect your browser to: 

curiouslycurated.com

A Busy Day

I had the opportunity to go to Rome for a meeting this week.

My coworker and I arrived Thursday night. Just in time for dinner.

Since we had health screenings* at work this week, we made responsible dietary choices.

Like these fruttini...which are tiny fruits and nuts stuffed with ice cream versions of themselves.

And an after-dinner cookie stop at a baker/butcher/cheesemonger/wineperson. The legs of ham were just a hair too big to fit under the seat on the ride home, otherwise...

The next morning we headed out early to catch a quick glimpse of the city before our meeting.

After knocking back a few espressos, we had just enough time to spend 5 minutes gaping at the magnificence of the Pantheon.

And then meetings, meetings, meetings,

Followed by a mad dash to the airport, a quick flight back over the mountains and home in time for dinner.

*"Apparently," there is a serving size for cheese??????...what witchcraft is this?????

March 2013: Walking on Water

One of our favorite not-too-far-away weekend spots is about a 35 minute drive from Lausanne in the Vallée de Joux. The lake is the largest in Switzerland above 1,000 meters which means that if it gets cold enough during the winter months, the entire surface freezes, creating a surreal, walkable landscape.

Last year the lake took awhile to freeze but one Friday in March, near the end of winter, we got an excited text from a friend: check the website! The lake is frozen!

The town bordering the side of the lake we usually spend time in is quite small so with the news spreading and a spring thaw already happening in other parts of the country, the crowds were large and the parking situation chaotic.

But when you spread thousands of people over an enormous lake, the noise dissipates and everything becomes quite serene.

These brilliant people had the foresight to plan a fondue party. I stared, jealous, for an inappropriate amount of time.

There were kites flying.

And how about an incredibly weather-specific sailing sport? That involves very high-tech looking boats (are they boats?) and a LOT of prepping and waiting for just the right wind to come your way. I think this pastime is several income brackets away from me.

Looks like fun.

Our curiosity peaked over some mysterious numbers painted on a rock wall bordering one side of the lake– so much so that we crossed suspiciously mushy ice to try and decipher them.

Then we got yelled at and had to wander back to safer terrain.

As it is now again winter, we are anxiously awaiting the next freeze. I hope it comes soon! If not, the consolation is that we will still get to enjoy summertime picnics and gelato by the lake as we escape the summer heat of Lausanne.

Neglect

While 2012 was a year of exploring, 2013 became a year of wedding-preparing. We still managed to squeeze in an adventure here and there but planning an event a year in advance sure does make the time fly (in the best possible way). 

Now that life is more settled and vacation imminent, I'll try and get as many blog posts out of my head and onto the page as I can. This thing has become a much better archivist of our time here than I ever could have imagined.

I've also heard that people prefer this site over the tumblr, so I'll continue to put the big photo posts here and save the more impromptu things for tumblr.

Onward!

Still here

Hi! I'm still here. Or rather, I'm still here. I realized I've been posting much more frequently on my tumblr blog so I've gone and moved all my posts from this blog over there so please feel free to head on over and check it out!

Once more, for the cheap seats:

curiouslycurated.tumblr.com

Snowshoeing without Snowshoes

The weekend before we left Switzerland for Christmas, we drove back up into the Jura for a walk.

Summer hiking trails turn into winter snowshoeing and cross country skiing trails.

The snow was packed enough that we we able to walk on the snowshoe trail sans accouterments (two words of French! In a row!)

It was significantly colder than Lausanne. I had to break out my Extreme-Chicago-Level-Of-Winter-Puffyness coat.

 

 

 

Among the sport enthusiasts, there were lots of babies learning to cross country ski. They looked hilarious, all bundled up in their snowsuits, their cheeks bright red. Learning to ski in general, looks quite difficult so I felt quite sympathetic with the three-year-old collapsed on the side of the trail, totally sick of the whole experience.

 

Anthony explained to me that woodpiles are an appropriately manly background for a photo. So I obliged.

Hard to believe that we've been here a (over!) a year already.