I spent the whole of last week in New York for work, and apart from the fact that I basically worked a string of thirteen-hour days---starting at 8am East Coast time and ending at 6pm West Coast time, very clever how they tricked me into that---it was a lovely time, during which I only lost the feeling in my lower extremities once. Yes, it was cold in New York, the sort of cold I haven't felt in ages.
One of the things Sean and I said we were going to do in 2010 was to take more day trips and weekend getaways to the area around San Francisco. As you can see, it's almost the end of 2010 and we've pretty much failed ourselves entirely, but we did also have "buy a house" and "get new jobs" on that list, so we can probably call it even.
We spent the weekend in wine country, a trip we'd been looking forward to for months. Wine country is usually gorgeous in October, with sun-dappled vineyards and crisp fall breezes and pumpkin patches dotted every few miles. So great was my excitement for this trip that I had even, in preparation for it, bought myself some special wine-tasting sunglasses.
On Sunday night, I packed for a three-day business trip in ten minutes flat. Those are some good stats, my friends, and I didn't even forget anything crucial, like underwear or lipgloss. I've been traveling a lot this summer---mostly for work, but sometimes for fun---and I've managed to get the packing process down to a fine art. I could do it with my eyes closed. In fact, maybe next time I will. Oh, is that a challenge? Do I hear a challenge? Fine, next time I'll do it with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back. In seven minutes, how about that.
On Saturday morning, I got back to San Francisco from Chile, via a brief two-hour detour in Peru, where I'd been delayed until 2:30am and had sent out a series of awkwardly desperate messages on Facebook Chat to various friends and family members I was trying to engage in conversation in the middle of the night.
It's been a while since we got back from Barbados and I haven't even told you anything about it. It was---as you would imagine a vacation in Barbados to be, particularly one taken after two weeks of packing and moving and painting---rather fantastic.
For a start, this was our balcony:
And this was the sunset view from that balcony:
And this was the pool where we spent our days:
I would like to preface this by saying that in the last 32 hours, I have had approximately one hour of sleep, and I think I am being generous when I round it up to one. This hour of sleep was broken up across two different airplanes anyway, so it doesn't really count. However, I am not hallucinating---though you would be forgiven for suspecting it---when I tell you I'm sitting in my room on the eighth floor of a hotel in London. I'm really here! At least I think I am.
First of all, thank you all so much for your recipes and dinner suggestions. Wow, that sentence made me sound like Betty Draper!