Saturday, 26 March 2011

Bohomeme is moving!

Bohomeme is moving! Please follow me to my new blog - bohomama - where only TWO letters of the title have changed!

I imported all of my bohomeme material over to the new bohomama blog, so my travel pictures and recipes will still be in one place, something that was very important to me. I'm still working on format, so it isn't as pretty as my blogspot site, yet.

I hope to see you soon at bohomama!

Sunday, 13 March 2011

boho mama

mama boho by Boho Photography
mama boho a photo by Boho Photography on Flickr.

I found this beautiful illustration of erin darcy's and wanted to share it...because that will soon be me!

Our twins (!!) are due August 15th, and we couldn't be more excited and terrified all at the same time.

I've been getting so much inspiration from mamma bloggers that I'll be sharing anything interesting or beautiful that I find so that maybe it inspires you, too.

Wednesday, 2 March 2011

venice in the rain.

So much has happened between my New Year's post and this moment, right now! So many changes and a huge new adventure coming down the pike. But, first, there are pictures I haven't even shared yet from our trip! I figure that will keep my dear readers happy until I can share my news in a little bit.

Our Italian itinerary started in Venice, then the train to Florence, with a quick stop in Pisa, and then a weekend in Cinque Terre with my aunt and uncle. From Cinque Terre, we went to Rome. What can I say, but benissimo!

We'll start in Venice...

St. Mark's Square was completed was an adventure tramping around on the wooden planks trying to find a way out without getting soaked! We heard a siren go off earlier in the morning, and saw locals with plastic covered boots, and didn't connect all the dots until this moment.

A lull in the flooding...and some unfortunate construction covering St. Mark's....

Daily gelato...

Our bed and breakfast...we were welcomed by an elderly Italian woman who spoke no English and who used hand gestures to explain was straight out of the movies!

A delicious little pizza joint we found around the corner from our B&B with a wonderful wood-fired oven...and after walking for over 8 hours, YES, you eat the whole thing!

A little drinking chocolate to warm up on the rainiest day...

If you looking for a B&B in Venice, and want something affordable (and willing to trek a bit?), email me and I'll share any accommodation information.

Saturday, 1 January 2011

Happy New Year

Happy New Year friends!

(Zurich, Switzerland)

(Hofbrau Haus in Munich, Germany)

Wishing you an adventurous 2011.

What am I hoping for this year?

To practice the presence.

The presence of God, family, friends, passion, adventure, and contentment. Our trip taught me so much, and the recurring themes are all about engagement. Be here, now. I've always been a planner, and I've always been good at it. But this year, I want to be a little less planned and a little more OK with it. It doesn't count if I'm planning to unplan, right? we go!

Wednesday, 29 December 2010

Morocco: beautiful chaos.

I've been stuck in France for a while, haven't I? There's a ton of great experiences to write about France left, and Italy for two weeks after that, but first here's a little distraction. Our trip was just so overwhelming and so rich with experience that it's hard to me to write about in one little column. After all, we have 5,000 pictures!

We took the ferry from Tarifa, Spain to Tangier, Morocco and were met by Andy's aunt and her friend to visit their home in Rabat. We had an amazing visit, like nowhere I've ever been before. It was a crazy and beautiful country, with kind people and a completely different way of living.

Bargaining is a part of culture...and I hate it!

Henna in Rabat with Aunt Sue

Andy bought a pair of boots from these guys for a great price!

Lambs everywhere, being taken home to be fattened up for the Eid.

Our cooking class in an old riad in Meknes. It was so fun!

Our home cooked meal: baked chicken with preserved lemons and olives, with a lentil stew, and fresh bread. And of course, mint tea.

Thursday, 4 November 2010

so much dolce, so little time!

The last twelve days have been oh so dolce, oh so sweet!

We left Burgundy with a bang after exploring Dijon with my aunt and uncle and eating a fabulously memorable French meal at Les Oenophiles, one that summed up all that we imagined French cuisine to be at its best. We had to hurry from the restaurant to catch our overnight train, and we fell into our sleeper bunks with bellies and hearts full.

(One sad note: I put a hazelnut cookie into my jacket pocket as we were leaving the restaurant, "for later," then used it as a pillow cover on the train. When I woke up and put it on, Andy pointed out three big butter and nut-oil stains across the front and back! They haven't come out, and I'm still wearing it.)

Let's just say that after two weeks in France, I am in love with some very delicious French food: baguettes, butter, foie gras, Kir Royale, lamb, multiple cheeses, chausson aux pommes...and any amuse-bouche that might pass these lips.

But moving on to Italy was just as good. Is there any other place in the world that I can justify having gelato three times a day? And three times we did, in Florence. Andy kept up his three-a-day while I brought myself back down to one.

In Venice, we found some excellent wood-fired pizza in a little area near our B&B. Right as you walked in, you saw an oval oven built into the wall, just doing its thing, and doing it well. And, surprisingly, my favorite gelato was found in Venice...Pumpkin! It was in this small little gelateria off the street from where the local produce and fish market is held, and we found it on the rainy day while trying to find a way through flooded streets and keep our umbrellas right-side out.
We spent the weekend with my aunt and uncle again in Cinque Terre, hiking on the coast of one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. And oh, did we feast. When you're on the home turf of pesto and the home surf of delicious seafood, and the vino blanco grows so close to the sea that you can taste the salt with every sip, every meal is memorable. And did I mention the anchovies? I'll devote much more to that trip on another day, because it surely deserves a lot of attention.

Well, my slow postings have caused a traffic jam of experiences that have now become one big RAMBLE, and now I'm just hungry. I planned to focus on the sweet things we've eaten, particularly gelato, but since the seafood has now shown up I guess it's become more about the sweet life we've been leading on this amazing adventure!

Granted, we've had our fair share of train strikes and crowded sleeper trains and bad lasagne (don't ask Andy about that one), but all in all it has, after five weeks and with three to go, truly been "la dolce vita."

Monday, 25 October 2010

a Burgundy cruise.

Well, technically not a cruise. More like camping. But fun! We spent last week on a total adventure: navigating a boat through the canals of Burgundy, operating locks, exploring small villages and markets, eating our body weight in cheese and chocolate, and watching Gilmore Girls on a laptop while trying to keep warm as the temperature dipped to 29 F.

Small harbor in Dompierre-sur-Bresbe, France.

The boat company switched our itinerary a few days before we left Paris, and due to the strikes in France we were unable to change our train tickets. So, we kept our original plan to spend the night in Digoin, France, and the next day, the company lent us their car and we drove up to a very small village called Chatillon-en-Bazois. They had "upgraded" us to a bigger boat to make up for the inconvenience of switching routes. With all the new extra room, we invited my aunt, who lives in Switzerland, to come with us for the week.

Our lady boat, Siloé. Striking a pose in the countryside.

Pulling into to the écluse and the neat little houses their keepers live in right next to the locks, each with its own personality. One sold homemade wine, jam, and honey. We bought all three.

Once "locked" in, the water rises or falls according to the lay of the canal. One or two people rope the boat to the sides as another helps the éclusier.

And out you go!

Over at Andy's blog, you can watch a video he and my aunt Susan compiled and streamed to document the weeklong journey. And he has more sides of the story, too.