Oh August! The month where my lawn turns scorched-sun yellow and the humidity poofs out my hair like Monica on Friends...
The month started with a bang! Actually, many of them.
Mountain vistas layered with blues and greens. Check. Crystal clear water rippling with calming waves. Check. Bookstores. Not so much.
20 minutes: How long it takes to drive from my house to the border of Washington, DC...7: Number of days I spent on my staycation.
I tried to keep it a secret, as much as someone can keep things like this a secret...
Being on top of the world is really hard on your calves. This was the conclusion I came to after walking up the steep slopes of the mountain town of Granada, Spain several times a day to return to our hotel, Hotel Alhambra Palace.
They say March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. For me, March came in like a lion and went out like a Tasmanian devil.
The drum started in the distance, slow and steady, like a heartbeat. We didn't say it, but we were all thinking it. Uh oh.
We spent the morning in the bright sun, sipping coffee and sampling food...then came the rain.