After six and a half years, I thought a blog facelift was in order. Come find me over at my new internet home: thesicklychild.com.
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Come August, we will be residents of New York, New York! We have jobs lined up, a tiny apartment leased, and we are armed with our characteristic boundless enthusiasm. Was our boundless enthusiasm slightly dampened by writing a check for an obscene amount of money on what people call a “broker’s fee,” but is actually the equivalent of throwing money meaninglessly into the void? Sure, we’re only human. But we are determined not to let this city beat us. New York, WE WILL OWN YOU. Or, at least, we hope to survive you with our limbs mostly in tact.
Lucille 3 promises to remain unfazed, provided we overindulge her with treats.
Philadelphia has given us three happy years, and we hope that New York will behave in kind. Onwards!
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Such a regal lady.
Yesterday we took a stroll along the Schuylkill River trail, intending to turn back toward the city once we reached Falls Bridge. Instead, we reached Falls Bridge and then kept going, eventually turning right into the Wissahickon, passing underneath the Henry Avenue Bridge and taking the bike trail through the gorge. The whole endeavor from home and back was about 17.5 miles, which explains why we did not get around to doing laundry yesterday. Instead, we fell asleep on the couch for most of the afternoon. It feels good to get another random item crossed off the ol’ Philadelphia bucket list.
On my last day in Israel, Dad suggested a quick day trip over to the port town of Dor. It’s so off-the-beaten path that it wasn’t even in my guidebook index or anything, so I guess you could (and should) call him a trailblazer. These days, Dor is overshadowed by the more popular Caesarea, another port town with amazing ruins, which worked in our favor because we had the little Dor museum all to ourselves.
Some fun facts about Dor: Napoleon invaded it one time! There are Napoleonic ships and swords and treasures buried in the Dor harbor, some of which are displayed in Dor’s museum, and others of which are still visible under the sea when the water is at its clearest.
Also, Baron Rothschild founded a glass factory in Dor, for the purposes of bottling holy land wine, but the glass was pretty murky and the unprofitable factory was abandoned after a few years. Even rich, successful people fail sometimes! The factory became what is now the Mizgaga Museum.
After the museum, we snuck out onto a private beach for easier access to the Dor ruins. Then we climbed a little hill for the best view. The ruins are not as well-excavated as the ones in Caesarea, but I think that adds to their charm.
Afterwards, we visited the nearby public beach for ice cream and a swim. It was a perfect end to a perfect trip (that may sound like hyperbole, but it’s not!). Points to my dad who suggested the outing, trailblazer that he is. And a happy Fathers’ Day, too! xo