Showing posts with label happiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label happiness. Show all posts

Thursday, August 15, 2013

A la plage!

A friend and I took the train to the lovely Sète, a fishing town nearby. Today was a bank holiday, so we were free of classes and desperate to see the Mediterranean. 

We began our journey by heading to the top of the mountain to see the view. Here is a wonderful (shady) park we passed on our way up.

We had already thought we were half way up when we saw the stairs. Or rather we were hoping we were halfway up. It was a steep climb, resulting in much sweat and need of shade and water. The roads were dangerously steep. We joked that a biker would need an anchor, otherwise he would not be able to stop.

At last we gained our view. A gorgeous panorama of blue, sunny skies and the big blue sea.

Plus there was a breeze at the top, so that was a definite bonus.

The town erected this giant cross to lure more people to the top of their hill. Or in honor of all the bicyclists without anchors. I'm not sure which.

This is photographic proof that I was there. 

 On our way down we passed some very pretty houses and lots of beautiful flowers. The south of France has a rather Spanish feel to it. This is because nearby royalty married a Spanish princess, who had a great influence on the area.

Here is a cactus growing in France. For some reason I didn't think cacti grew in Europe. I'm not sure why I thought this. I suppose I always associated them with Mexico. But they exist in Europe, and my friend said you can eat the pods when they're ripe (apparently they turn orange).

This was an enchanting fence we passes. Trés charmant.  

After the long trek up and down the mountain we made it to the beach. That, my friends, is the luscious blue waters of the Mediterranean.  It was more brisk than I was expecting, but wonderfully refreshing. All the warnings had me worried, but there were only a handful of topless women. Though, the speedos were out in force, especially in the older generation.

 More photographic evidence that I'm not lying. You may notice something different about this picture. Well that would be:
This lovely towel I bought. Tis true, it's a towel that folds up inside itself and it even has straps. I thought it very necessary to my summer adventures here. 

The bus was too full and couldn't take any more passengers, so we ended up walking back to the train station. The view was pretty though.

I don't know what kind of tree this is but it's beautiful, so you should look at it.  

This is me trying to get into my own picture.  

Here is the center of town. A rather Venice feel to it, very close and fun.  

Probably my favorite boat in existence.  

A little Italian influence in the architecture.  

 This is me just so incredibly excited to be here. 

Another cool thing about this town is that they do boat jousting. Two boats each have a massive lance, then they row towards each other and try to knock each other over, into the water. I may have to come back for that.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Adventures of Thimble Thor!

Last weekend, whilst out shopping for not myself, I came upon this lovely creature in a box:
I realized instantly that this two and a half inches of man-plastic must be mine. I made the purchasings and christened him Thimble Thor (please read in a god-like voice). He is a hero of great renown and courage. 

 Here Thimble Thor finds himself in the nest of the Terrible Turkeys of Tinderland. While the turkeys eat plastic man-flesh as a rare delicacy, Thimble Thor was able to placate them with well-timed jokes about their distant relations, the Churning Chickens of Chickentalk. They giggled and gobbled and assisted Thimble Thor on the next step of his adventure. 

 Thimble Thor was almost lost in the tantalizing and near irresistible Sprinkles of Spankles. He succumbed to their succulent oblong shape and their bright, playful colors. But, as luck would have it, these particular Sprinkles create a certain magnetism that ultimately repelled Thor's hammer to such an extent that he was able to escape. 

 Here Thimble Thor teaches the Southern Gummi Tribe the correct protocol for ordering a Jimmy John's sandwich. May they never be sandwich-less again. 

Thimble Thor finished his great adventures with Shakespeare in the park. Here Thimble Thor reenacts Romeo's untimely death, much to the enjoyment of the Cinnabear audience. Juliet was played by Cinnaly Bore. 

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Things I Love About Life

  • Swimming
  • Movies (good ones with friends, snuggles, and candy)
  • Letter-writing
  • Inside jokes
  • Rolling down hills
  • Absolutely wonderful younger siblings
  • Inspiring older siblings
  • Silly parents
  • A friend finding happiness
  • Creating something you like
  • Worrying you're going to fail, then not failing
  • Jamming out to a great song
  • Sunshine
  • Discovering a new and wonderful book
  • Passion
  • Jumping in puddles
  • Laughing
  • Making someone laugh
  • Realizing you do homework better than you thought
  • Good food
  • Hot chocolate
  • Warm showers
  • The clickity-click of this keyboard

And much much more!

Friday, February 11, 2011

Good Ol' Monty

I took a Monty Python class last semester, and I loved it. I thought I'd share with you one of my more favorite skits. Perhaps it will brighten your weekend.




Wednesday, December 8, 2010

This is why life is still good, even during finals.

So what if it's stolen from another blog? Such happiness must be spread, I tell you!

Monday, June 7, 2010

Old Men and their JAZZIES

And you remember the original?

Every time. Such happiness.

Monday, March 15, 2010

This is how you know God loves you.
You find a picture such as this completely unlooked for and unexpected.

And for the more learned of humanity, they would notice that they are all staring at The Persistence of Memory, by Salvador Dali--and everyone at the museum honors Dali by mocking his confusing and ridiculous facial hair. Damn those humanities classes. They give the painting sense.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Chinese Child Ball


Is it bad that this is the kind of mother I will be?