Grandparents' Day

In honor of Grandparents' Day, PDub (with some major convincing) and I decided to journey down memory lane and pay a tribute to our grandparents.  Although we have lost a few thus far, each of them remains living in our hearts.

JDub's Grandparents.......

Grandma Zella: I still drink out of her blue, vintage glasses, choose my earrings out of her jewelry box, and cook in her cast iron skillets.  Even though my favorite color is green, I will always be partial to blue, her favorite color; she made this very clear by her blue house, blue Buick, and blue outfits.  Sleepovers with grandma always included playing marbles, watching Lawrence Welk, clearing off the books on my half of her bed, and waking up to the smell of frying bacon.  She was the classic grandmother, spoiling her grandchild and pushing her to be the best in whatever she did.

Grandma Zella would do anything for her little JDub.

Grandma Burtch: When I was growing up, her house was one of adventure and satisfied appetites; we used to cast tents in the living room and drink homemade chocolate milkshakes, disassemble mattresses for trampolines and shake chandeliers on the floor below, perform dances and cheers and see how high JDub could fly, devour potato rolls at dinner and cinnamon rolls at breakfast.  Now that I am grown and more adult than I used to be (although jumping on beds is still entertaining), I think a great deal more of my grandma; if anyone can teach you about class or how to be lovely, it is surely her.  With every pair of heels I slip on and every unmeasured recipe ingredient I throw in, I will think of her.

Grandma Burtch has been there for every major step in my life, pushing me to be lovely in everything I accomplish.

We can't forget about my parents and their grandkids.

PDub's Grandparents.......

Grandpa and Grandma Tolka:  When I was little, I remember going to their house with my sister every Sunday.  We would usually play marbles or rummy on teams; I was always on grandpa’s, and my sister was always on grandma’s.  The competition was always intense, but no matter a winner or loser, we all got ice cream.  If my sister and I had missed the Saturday morning cartoons, Grandma and Grandpa would have them recorded for us to watch.  During the hot summer, I remember riding in the tractor with my grandpa, feeling like I was on top of the world.  With every farm field I pass, to this day I will always be reminded of Grandpa and Grandma Tolka.

Grandpa Tolka with his new love, Doris (boy, can she bake!).

Grandpa and Grandma Williams:  At the age of 8, my Grandpa bought me my first set of golf clubs (Lady Velvets) from a rummage sale and took me to the golf course.  Every summer from then on I spent with him out at the country club, throwing him out of golf carts and searching through creeks for our golf balls.  Looking back now, I can’t believe the patience he had teaching me to play and watching me top it or duff it shot after shot.  As for Grandma, I remember playing Monopoly or Rummikub and always having the suspicion that she was sneaking extra tiles for Rummikub (apparently both sets of my grandparents were very competitive).  She would also race me to put my seatbelt on in the car, such a good way to teach a kid to strap in and I still think of her every time I get in the car.  Unfortunately my Grandpa passed away earlier this year, but he will be with me every time I tee it up.

Grandpa and Grandma Williams, married for 60 years.

Louvre-ing It Up in Paris

     I'm going out on a limb here and saying The Louvre got its popularity from the movie The Da Vinci Code based on the novel by Dan Brown.  It wasn't because it's considered the largest or most visited museum in the world or that it contains the Mona Lisa; the movie most certainly put it on the map.  (Total sarcasm if you missed the sign).  Therefore, we had to check it out!

     The Louvre was first built as a fortress in the late 12th century and later turned into a palace; Louis XIV moved the palace in 1682, and The Louvre later became the museum it is today.  The glass pyramid was added in 1988-1989 and below awaits the lobby and entrance to the museum.  Since the pyramid's addition, attendance has nearly doubled resulting in extremely long queues.  Thank you Paris Pass for giving us butting rights!  Of course, we used our handy-dandy Lonely Planet guidebook to take us through the highlights of the museum seeing it would take 9 months to glance at every piece.

Louvre-ing it up!

The Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel located just outside The Louvre and built in 1806-1808 to commemorate Napoleon's victories the year before.  If only I had an arc for every victory of mine....

The glass pyramid.  I wonder how much Windex they use to make it shine.

Inside the lobby is the bottom side of the pyramid.  I resisted singing with my glass-shattering voice.

Venus de Milo sculpted in Greece sometime between 130 and 100 BC.....Yes, you heard it correctly.....BC!  The artist is still unknown and her arms were missing upon finding her.

For all of my hunters out there......

A Lamassu (a protective deity from Mesopotamia mythology) depicted here as a Winged Human-Headed Bull.

A courtyard with several sculptures, more than I had ever seen.  Considering incorporating some into my decor.

A different view of the courtyard.  Different yoga poses?  These guys rock (no pun intended) on holding still.

An artsy staircase.....sliding down the rail was AWESOME!

Pondering over a tapestry.  I still don't understand how one cleans such a work.....Vacuum?.....Tide-to-Go?

A crazy, beautiful room that we stumbled upon.

Winged Victory of Samothrace, a 2nd-century BC sculpture, created after the Nike (victory) goddess.  If you squint, you can see the swoosh.

The Mona Lisa, up close and personal.

The Mona Lisa is the most well-known piece of artwork and painted by Leonardo (not the Ninja Turtle) Da Vinci.  Excuse the head shots.

A sculpture by Michelangelo (also not to be confused with the Ninja Turtle).

Hopping On and Hopping Off in Paris

     The only thing that beats a bottle of good wine is sharing it with good friends.  I think I have read this on a dish towel or something.  If not, I should probably write greeting cards.  Anyway, we drank many bottles of good wine in Paris; thankfully, some of our friends joined us in our indulgence as well as French travels.  We met AJacks and KielMac at our next lodging, The Loft, located nearly next door to the Moulin Rouge but surprisingly quiet for the Montmartre neighborhood.  After getting comfortable, the four of us headed to pick up our Paris Pass (I highly recommend) and to grab a bite to eat.

The famous Moulin Rouge.

     Aside from the "City of Light," Paris is also known as the "City of Love."  I had a romance over lunch that day with my freshly squeezed orange juice (served with water to dilute and sugar to sweeten....none of which I needed) and my croque madame (a toasted ham and cheese sandwich topped with an egg).  Boy, do I love my food!  After satisfying our appetites, we hopped on the Hop-On, Hop-Off bus to become better acclimated to this new city.  With two jet-lagged friends, we never hopped off (until the end), so for us, the bus was ill-named.

Palais Garnier (the opera house in Paris) and where we hopped on (I bunny hopped and PDub attempted to frog hop).

Palais Garnier from the front depending on which way you look at it.

Vendome Column erected by Napolean I commemorating the Battle of Austerlitz.

On the Champs-Elysees (THE road in Paris) headed for the Arc de Trimphe.

Petit Palais houses fine art and was built for the Universal Exhibition in 1900.

Seine River with several bridges.

Up close and personal with the Eiffel Tower.  It was cold and rainy, so we sported some plastic bags called ponchos.

The Eiffel Tower and one cold JDub.

Some sculptures.

The Louvre, which we would visit later.

A jet-lagged man wasn't paying attention and lost his group.  Should have brought leashes.

     To end our day, I had another love affair with food feasting on my first crepe, a true French delight.  I devoured a Florentine Crepe (brie, spinach, and egg) and a Senegalaise Crepe (banana, nutella, and ice cream) at the Creperie Pen-ty.  We then attended a house-warming party in the Montparnasse neighborhood.  You are probably thinking, "How do they know someone who lives in Paris?"  We met a couple at the wedding in Finland who had just moved to Paris; lucky enough, they invited us over for drinks and hor'dourves, which we greatly enjoyed!

This was the view from their apartment.  Jealous?

Winter Palace and the Hermitage

     Kicker: all of those palaces we toured were the royal family's summer homes; their official palace is located in downtown St. Petersburg, appropriately named the Winter Palace.  Did I mention that summer is very short in St. Petersburg?  The justification of owning a summer palace: because they could!  

     PDub and I found it quite fitting to complete our palace day with the main one.  Today, the Winter Palace is a part of the Hermitage, one of the largest and oldest museums in the world (the collection began with Catherine the Great in 1764).  The museum is open late on certain days of the week, so if planned properly, you can completely avoid the queues and crowds (something I needed a break from).  We grabbed our Lonely Planet guidebook and lost ourselves in the large, ornate rooms of the palace and artwork composed of over 3 million items.  Starting at the Jordan Staircase, we headed to the great hall of Romanov portraits (the family who reigned for over 300 years), stopped in the grand pavilion to see the golden peacock clock that spreads its feathers at certain times (no longer does), and ended with mummies and paintings from the greats (Monet, Renoir, Van Goh, Rembrandt, Picasso, Da Vinci, etc.)  The museum is so large that it is very easy to get lost as we did on our way out; luckily no window jumping was necessary with museum employees placed in every room for such guidance.  Before heading to bed, we feasted on Russian beer and pelmeni, a Russian dumpling, at the well-named Pelmeni Bar; the waitress attempted to improve our Russian, but in the end, we really became her entertainment.  There ends our second day in Russia....

The Hermitage....PDub planned on matching his attire to the building color....Such a coordinator!

The Jordan Staircase where the Tsar (in blue here) would descend and watch the "Blessing of the Waters" ceremony down on the Neva River.

At the top of the Jordan Staircase which remains original from the 18th century.  The granite pillars were added later.

Monet, my favorite artist.

Another Monet.

Palace day really took it out of us!

The main object of butt resting for the Tsar: his throne.

Travel Day, Destination: Paris

     When it comes to travel days, I would say the general consensus is they are terribly dreadful; however, when one is placed in the middle of a vacation before and after intense touring, they are much needed.  In St. P, two exhausted travelers crammed their personal items back into their packs for the millionth time and headed for the ferry.  Surprisingly, the packing was easier, most likely due to the fluff loss in the fabric; an article of clothing can only take so much wadding up before it officially remains that way.  They boarded the 14-hour water ride headed for Helsinki.  After a night of happy hour and sleep, they hit land and proceeded to relax in the park where they remained for 5 hours, reading and planning their attack on their next location.  Finally after a 30 minute bus ride, 3-hour plane ride, and 1.5-hour taxi ride, they arrived at their destination, Paris.

     Two exhausted travelers entered their 5-star hotel, drained and ready for a hot shower.  Of course, the desk attendant greeted them with amusement on seeing their frazzled appearance and large backpacks.  He must have been used to upscale clientele with their rolly bags and perfectly sleek hair.  One of the travelers used his points to pay for the 1000 euro/night room, and they proceeded to lounge on the comfiest bed ever and shower for nearly an hour.  Each was necessary after a ferry bed and community bathrooms.  Today was for travel, tomorrow for exploring.

Before eating dinner (French onion soup.....do you call it French onion soup in France or just onion soup?, Caesar salad, and Bordeaux), we had just enough energy to walk up to the Arc de Triomphe and watch the cars chaotically circle with no guiding lines.

The Renaissance, a much needed hotel room.

Church on the Spilled Blood and Our Last Walk through St. Petersburg

     Sadly, our last day in St. Petersburg had quickly arrived.  We visited the Church on the Spilled Blood first where we were amazed by the intricate mosaic interior.  The church was built (1883-1907) in honor of Tsar Alexander II, who was bloodily assassinated at this location; hence, the name of the church.

Church on the Spilled Blood

Interior.

One of my favorite pictures; extra-large for your viewing pleasure.

The golden altar.

The walls were completely made of these small tiles (mosaic)....still impresses me!

Chandeliers!

At the back of the church.

     Before heading back to the ferry and recovering from our busy three days, we took one last walk and satisfied our appetite with pie from Stolle (Russia is known for their pie).  Our walk consisted of a journey from the Church on Spilled Blood through a park, across the Neva River to the Peter and Paul Fortress, and returning.

     The Peter and Paul Fortress was the groundbreaking location for St. Petersburg.  In 1703, Peter the Great said, "we shall build a city" (most likely in Russian), and there it began.  The fortress was strategically placed on the small Hare Island to protect the city during the Northern War; it never needed to fulfill its purpose.

View of Church on Spilled Blood from the park.

A palace built of granite.

Peter and Paul Fortress.

     There ends the Russian portion of our trip.  After the recent news with the US and Russia, I find that our trip was perfectly timed; I hope Russia gets their act together, so I can visit again!