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Scandinavian Summer 2024

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We didn’t take a big trip this summer, so I thought I would finally get around to reflecting on our trip to Scandinavia last summer. It’s amazing how long it can take to get around to things in the modern world we live in. It didn’t used to be this way, even just a few short years ago (at least for me).

I think my interest in Scandinavia started when I was in college when I saw a couple movies one night by a female Danish director – Susanne Bier. It was a double header at the cinema at DeBartolo Performing Arts Center at Notre DameIn a Better World and After the Wedding. I went by myself, and it was the most perfect movie night. I loved the movies, hearing the Danish language, and being transported to another place, that I then knew I wanted to visit. Around that same time, I saw the Swedish Dragon Tattoo trilogy over the course of a weekend, again by myself at the cinema at DeBartolo Performing Arts Center at Notre Dame, and again loved being transported through film, to Sweden this time, and I knew that I wanted to visit Sweden as well. The way that movies transport us and inspire us is what I love most about film.

Fast forward more than 10 years later, with a partner who shares an interest in Scandinavia, we took the trip. I’ll admit that as much as I love traveling and seeing new places, I don’t love planning trips. Thankfully my partner likes planning trips, and he loves adventure. We planned a two week trip to Denmark, Sweden, and Norway, with a long layover in Iceland, which allowed us to see Reykjavík for a day. It was our first big trip together, and our first time abroad together. We not only survived, but we loved every part of it.

Our first stop was Copenhagen in Denmark. Copenhagen felt clean and calm for a big city. The first thing we did was walk down Strøget, a pedestrian street full of shops. Taking in the Danish architecture was a great introduction to Copenhagen. Then we strolled around Nyhavn, which was less calm and was bustling with tourists and locals, at least so it seemed. The colorful architecture along the canal was vibrant and whimsical. Just across from Nyhavn, we loved Broens Street Food, a collection of food trucks where we got food and drinks, and people-watched the locals – lively and communal. Our first night in Copenhagen, we stumbled upon an Italian restaurant near Strøget, and it was one of our favorite meals on the whole trip. Especially fun because it was a completely unexpected, spontaneous find.

We went on a canal boat tour to enjoy the architecture from the water. Water is such a central part of life in Copenhagen with plenty of opportunities to swim in the canals, which my partner took advantage of at a couple different spots in the city. I am not a strong swimmer, so I watched from the concrete steps that act as a meeting place, and are perfect to enjoy a good book. Another central part of life in Copenhagen, getting around by bike, is something that I did take part in, although with a certain level of anxiety. So many bikes, such narrow bike lanes. It was fun to see the city by bike on the less crowded side streets, but it was challenging on the busy main streets. I may or may not have caused a small pile up in my hesitation and lack of experience on a bike in a big city, especially one where most people get around by bike. We enjoyed strolling through parks in Copenhagen, including the King’s Garden and Ørstedsparken. As far as museums go, we only went to one in Copenhagen – the Glyptotek, which has a beautiful salmon-colored facade and a courtyard garden in the center.

We got to see a friend who moved to Copenhagen for work. She took us to Tivoli Gardens, the amusement park in the middle of the city, and to the Meatpacking District for dinner one night, which is a hip newer area for restaurants and bars. We wandered through Freetown Christiania on our last night in Copenhagen. It was hard to tell if we were welcomed by the residents, or if we were intruding on their private lives. So we felt a bit conflicted about walking around their streets, but it was fun to see the street art and experience an overall different vibe from the rest of the city. I bought some authentic bright red Danish clogs, which are a favorite souvenir that I got on the trip. Of course, we tried a few varieties of smørrebrød while in Copenhagen, including pickled herring, one of the most traditional smørrebrøds. It wasn’t my favorite, but it paired very nicely with aquavit.

After a few days in Copenhagen, we took a train to Stockholm. We made the mistake of not getting our train tickets ahead of time, and the only seat options for the train at the time that we wanted were first class. But it was a nice treat. Pulling into Stockholm on the train was magical. The architecture, the domes, the spires, and the colors were all what I pictured Stockholm to be. Stockholm is bigger than Copenhagen, and it felt much more metropolitan with more global influence, while Copenhagen felt more purely Danish. Our hotel was across the street from a beautiful park that we enjoyed strolling through in the evenings to and from dinner. The first night we went to a traditional Swedish restaurant where I got Swedish meatballs. While good, the dish was heavier than I expected. We happened upon a Coriscan restaurant one night, Campoloro, which was such a delight. It was downstairs, tavernous, small, with wine bottles lining the walls. It was my first time having Corsican cuisine, and it was very flavorful. We learned that our waiter was a photographer and we bought a book of his photographs at the restaurant. A memorable souvenir with a story!

We went to the Fotografiska Museum, a fun contemporary museum set in an early 1900s building, which was an interesting juxtaposition. Gamla stan, Old Town, was very charming to meander through and admire the architecture on the narrow winding streets, but of course a bit touristy with souvenir boutiques. The best bars on the trip were in Stockholm – a speakeasy through a gorgeous art nouveau door, Lucy’s Flower Shop, Black Milk Gastro Bar, where we were the only ones and we got to know the bartender who gave us a private tour of the restaurant and kitchen before we left. We did some shopping in Stockholm – clothing stores, record stores, and bookstores. Shortly before our trip I got a Swedish perfume, which I love, so I made it a point to go to the original perfume shop in Stockholm – Stora Skuggan. Speaking of stores, we appreciated the Apoteks on every corner throughout the trip – so convenient and helpful. The green cross sign signaling an Apotek became a reassuring recurrence everywhere we went.

We went to several museums in Stockholm because they are conveniently located in DjurgÃ¥rden, which is an island of museums. Vasa Museum, the home of a a Viking warship, was engrossing. I’ve just never seen anything like it, and the size of it is hard to comprehend as you’re walking around it, looking at it from different levels trying to capture all of the details. The ship tragically sank on its maiden voyage and was resurrected and restored hundreds of years later. The bodies of a few of the people who died on the ship were in display cases, which was certainly eerie. Moving along the island of museums, we went to Sven-Harrys Konstmuseum, a fun contemporary art museum with a cool museum shop. Then we stopped for some wine and oysters along the water before taking a ferry over to Moderna Museet, another modern and contemporary art museum. As far as modern and contemporary art museums go, I preferred Sven-Harrys Konstmuseum to Moderna Museet. It was smaller, more intimate, and I found the architecture fascinating.

Onward to Norway! Our next destination on the trip was Oslo, and we took a train from Stockholm to Oslo. We arrived in Oslo around 10 pm. It was close to 11 pm by the time we got settled at the hotel and made our way to a pizza place downstairs, and it was still light out as we enjoyed our pizza outside. A perk of being close to the Arctic Circle! I was really looking forward to walking on the roof of the opera house in Oslo, but it was closed for an event while we were there. Surprise surprise, we went to more museums in Oslo – the National Museum, which was expansive and fabulous, with a nice restaurant on the ground floor, and a rooftop for views of the city. It was my favorite art museum on the trip. We also went to the Munch museum, dedicated to Edvard Munch, the Norwegian painter and printmaker. The Munch museum is in a cool high rise, with stunning views from the higher floors. Near the Munch museum we took a ferris wheel ride, and the views of the Oslofjord and the city were beautiful! I really liked the winding streets of Oslo. They made the city feel circular in a way. The architecture in Oslo felt like a good mix of older classical architecture and newer modern architecture. We walked around Bjørvika, a waterfront neighborhood full of new, modern architecture, which was, well, very Scandinavian – exactly what I picture when I think of modern Scandinavian architecture.

We made a stop by Vigeland Park, a park full of sculptures by Gustav Vigeland. There were a lot of tourists there, but it was worth the stop to see the sculptures and the gardens. We had a fun dining experience at Arakataka, where we did a tasting menu. Our waiter was so passionate about the local seasonal produce in the dishes, and about the restaurant industry, which added to the already delicious experience. One thing we noticed about both Stockholm and Oslo was the lively, almost rowdy, nightlife. It was fun to people-watch the locals going out to the clubs.

We spent the rest of the trip in Norway, on to the countryside after Oslo. We took the Bergen Line scenic train from Oslo to Bergen. It was 7 hours of just devastatingly beautiful views of the Norway’s vast natural landscape. It started out green and sunny, and progressed to overcast and snowy as the train rolled on. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the train window. I saw a moose out in the distance! We kept seeing moose crossing signs throughout Norway, hoping we would see one because our dog’s name is Moose, but sadly we never saw one again. Seeing the changes in terrain and weather as we rode along was one of the most spectacular things about the ride. Arriving in Bergen, it was a cute hilly and colorful town. The first thing we did was walk through the fish market along the water, and we had dinner at a touristy seafood place. It wasn’t the best meal of the trip, but we got the fish market experience. The next day we took the Fløibanen funicular to the top of Mount Fløyen overlooking the city. It was a quick cheap ride, and the view was beautiful! Once you get to the top you can simply enjoy the view or hike through trails. We enjoyed some ice cream while taking in the view, and I got to see some goats (my fav!). We also took the Ulriken643 cable car to the top of Bergen’s tallest mountains. This ride was a little rockier than the funicular, but the expansive views of Bergen and its surroundings were worth it. There’s a restaurant at the top, sheep meandering around with their loud bells, and hiking trails. We didn’t do a hike, but it was fun to see others set out on their treks and get smaller out in the distance as they got farther along in their journeys. The colorful wooden houses in Bryggen Wharf were fun to walk around, and we stumbled upon an artisan shop where I got a couple of artisan handmade Norwegian sweaters, one of my most treasured souvenirs from the trip. We had a fantastic meal in Bergen, my favorite on the trip, at Allmuen. I made a reservation for the wrong day, but they graciously took us anyway when we arrived, and thank god they did because the dishes were the best (especially the potatoes – I’m a sucker for potatoes!). There was some kind of literature / publishing party going on in the back of the restaurant, and eclectic art on the walls, which both added to the cosiness of the experience. They do a tasting menu, but we got there too late in the night to try it. I loved everything we had, so it worked out well anyway. Bergen did feel like a bit of tourist town, but it’s also a college town and it was fun to see that side of it with the university and the students.

Heading out of Bergen, we rented a car – an electric car! Our first. It was a Hyundai Ioniq and I loved it. It was an adventure finding electric charging stations and figuring out how to use them…we also found ourselves worried about running out of battery and looking for charging stations frequently, especially since we didn’t always know where we were going and when we would find the next charging station. We drove to FlÃ¥m, which was our next destination for a night. Our hotel, FlÃ¥msbrygga Hotel, was right on the fjord and we had the most beautiful view of the fjord from our balcony. We had dinner at the hotel and tried the Viking meal with a beer pairing. After dinner we walked along the fjord, where people were sauna-ing & plunging into the fjord. We didn’t rent a floating sauna pod, but they looked like a lot of fun.

The next day we went on a fjord boat tour to get the fjord experience from the water. It was chilly even in August. It goes without saying that the views were incredible…and the waterfalls interspersed throughout the fjord added a dramatic element to the majestic mountains. We also took the FlÃ¥m Railway train ride, which had a vintage feel and was just a couple of hours. The views were nice, but I definitely enjoyed the scenic train ride from Oslo to Bergen much more! The FlÃ¥m train stops at a waterfall where a Norse forest spirit serenades you with a Norwegian folk song. It’s very kitschy, but a good opportunity to get out and take pictures of the waterfall.

After a short time in FlÃ¥m, we continued our journey with our Hyundai Ioniq rental car. We embarked on Sognefjellsvegen, the highest mountain pass in northern Europe. This drive was at the top of the list as a highlight of the trip. It was very windy as we made our way upward in elevation. It was a tad daunting at the start. But as we got going, the terrain along the route was just beyond…green and lush in some areas, red and rocky in others, and dark and snowy the farther along we got, each turn revealing a somehow even more spectacular vision than the last. I felt like I was on a different planet. We saw sheep along the way, with their classic bells, frolicking on the road. Something to watch out for as you’re driving! This incredible drive brought us to Lom, where we stayed at Røisheim Hotel, a rustic historic hotel nestled on the hillside dating back to 1885. We stayed in the old stables, which was a fully wooden structure, and we had the coolest wooden barrel tub in the bathroom. Very cozy! We had dinner at the hotel’s restaurant, and we were notified that it was ready by a dinner bell that is rung everyday at dinnertime. The hotel had a scrumptious breakfast spread in the morning. All of the hotels that we stayed at in Scandinavia did actually – breakfast spreads for days.

The next day we attempted a hike behind Røisheim. It was certainly a steep incline up the mountain. At the end of the hike was a lake, which we were looking forward to seeing after the difficult hike, but sadly we didn’t make it to the top to complete the hike. It was just too hard for our amateur hiking experience. So we turned around after a valiant effort, but not before coming across some sheep along the trail! With their bells, of course. We heard them before we saw them. They graciously got off the trail and out of our way so that we could pass.

Back in the car, we went to the Lom Stave Church, the only stave church that we went to see on the trip. It was cool and dark and spooky. And then we were off to return our rental car. We drove through several tunnels on the way, some quite long. There were so many tunnels…and we drove along fjords, of course, which were just spectacular. After returning the car, we took a bus and a ferry, before making it to our next destination in Norway, Ã…lesund, which was the last on our Scandinavian tour.

Ã…lesund was a beautiful town, full of art nouveau architecture, one of my favorite design styles and periods. Our hotel, Hotel Brosundet, was in an art nouveau building on the water, and it featured a sauna right on the water to encourage sauna + cold plunge in the water. I sauna-ed, but I did not plunge. My partner did both, and he loves the cold plunge feeling. The hotel also had tubs outside that you could bubble bath in, but we didn’t get a chance to use them. They booked up fast. It was an upscale hotel. A little bit of a splurge, but worth it!

We went to the Art Nouveau Centre and KUBE museum, which was a beautiful representation of art nouveau art and decorative arts, as well as some contemporary art. We took the 418-step staircase up to Mount Aksla to see panoramic views of Ã…lesund, the Sunnmøre Alps, and the fjord. It was a trek up there, but doable, and you can take breaks on your way up if you need to. We went to a cool antique shop that was filled with treasures (we regret not buying anything, but there were so many things that we wanted – how to choose!), and we stopped at a brewery on the water next to the port. It was fun to watch all of the cruise ship travelers coming and going. We saw a lot of cruise ships at the various destinations throughout our trip. We went to a cute wine bar before dinner one night, greeted by a cat meandering in the street, where I had the best orange wine (my favorite). Then on to dinner at the hotel restaurant, which just like the hotel, had an upscale, cozy ambience. Since I was lucky to find a couple authentic Norwegian sweaters in Bergen, my partner was on a mission to find a Norwegian sweater in Ã…lesund, which he did!

Our Scandinavian tour sadly came to an end, and we flew from Ã…lesund to Copenhagen, and then started our way back home. We had a long layover in Reykjavík, so we stored our luggage in a locker at the airport and popped out of the airport on a short whirlwind tour of Reykjavík. On the bus from the airport to the center of Reykjavík, we got to see the most interesting volcanic terrain. Again, I felt like I was on a different planet. On our short tour in Reykjavík, we went to the Hallgrímskirkja church, which towered over us, but was also serene with its white / grey concrete and granite walls. We went to the Harpa Concert Hall on the water, a few shops where we got Icelandic socks and slippers, a moody perfume store, and tried some hot dogs. We squeezed in a seafood restaurant, Saegreifinn. We ordered at the counter and ate at a communal table, packed together next to our neighbors. Reykjavík was so windy. It gave windy a new meaning for me. The most wind I’ve ever experienced! It was time of rush back to the airport to catch our flight back to the U.S.

Gosh it’s been fun for me to revisit and relive this trip by writing about it…thank you for coming along and indulging me!

Paris, je t’aime

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How many times I’ve sat down to try to write this… It’s been on my mind more as of late since it’s been a year since the trip. My mom and I went to France for two weeks last Summer. We went for a family friend’s wedding in the Bretagne region on the northwestern coast. It was our first trip to Europe since 2014, and it was our first trip abroad since my dad died. I was in high school the last time we went to France, and my dad there that time. So it was a trip of both revisiting and remembering our last trip there, and a new kind of journey for my mom and I on our own without my dad. For my mom it was also a pilgrimage, since she was born in Paris and has lived in France at a few different points in her life. It was fun to see her excitement, visiting her old apartments and favorite spots when she was a local – like returning home.

I knew I loved Paris the first time I was there, and this trip certainly re-awakened that love. It was love at first sight for me, again. It made me think – the ability to fall in love with a city, no matter how many times you visit it and fall in love with it, always feels like the first time. Or at least this is how I imagine it. I’ll see if it rings true the next time I go to Paris!

We did all the sites the first time I was in Paris. But this time we wanted a more intimate, less touristy experience. It was nice to have the freedom to simply do what we wanted, rather than feel obliged to go to the must-sees. Wandering, perhaps feeling more like a local, but most certainly still a tourist. I suppose we don’t have the luxury of doing much wandering in our daily lives at home, or at least we just don’t make the time for it.

The beauty of Paris is overwhelming – beauty everywhere you look. I felt almost completely at home. I didn’t miss but a just couple of things about back home (although two very important things – my partner and my cat). If not for these two things, I would have stayed in a heartbeat. But I suppose everyone says this about traveling. And, of course, being on vacation.

A few highlights from our trip – a jewelry exhibit at L’Ecole des Arts Joailliers, morning pastries with mom, shopping at print stores, strolling around Jardin du Luxembourg, the Musee du Luxembourg, perusing a ceramics art fair (which we also went to the last time we were there 17 years ago!), walking around Le Marais at night, seeing friends, going to a French wedding, spending some time in Saint-Brieuc in Bretagne immersed in a French home (which wouldn’t be complete without a crepe-making station in the kitchen!), exploring the old Medieval towns of Dinan and Saint-Malo – Dinan, the prettiest Medieval town with steep cobblestone streets, colorful timber houses, and a charming meandering river – and Saint-Malo, a port city surrounded by an impressive wall (I loved seeing Saint-Malo represented historically in the new Netflix All the Light We Cannot See miniseries!), the Musee des Arts Decoratifs, clothes shopping to dress and feel like a Parisian, the Jacobus Vrel exhibition at the Fondation Custodia, and dinner our last night there – beef bourguignon at an outdoor café with the most kind waiter!

Until next time, Paris 🙂 I can’t wait to see you and feel alive in your embrace again!

A love letter to home

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It’s been a year since we said goodbye to our beloved home in the Berkshires, and I’m feeling all of the feels. Our little sanctuary. It truly felt like it was too beautiful and too good to be true to call it home.

Whenever I think about it and my time there, I can’t shake the home feeling that I felt there. It’s been 10 years since I’ve lived there, and it still has such a hold on me when it crosses my mind from time to time. Like a great love.

I envisioned a future there, having a family there, hosting friends there, and continuing to build a home there, which I spent a lot of time doing while I was there, and it brought me so much joy.

One of my favorite things was the air. It was fresh and overpowering every time I stepped outside. And hearing the birds, happy in their beautiful home.

My year there was one of the happiest years of my adult life. It’s hard to believe that it was only a year. It felt like a lifetime. I felt so free there. My mind was clear and at peace. I think I felt like the best version of myself there, that year. It’s curious to think about whether or not I would feel the same way if I had a year there now, or if there was something so special about that year at that time in my life, and it wouldn’t be the same now. I presume it wouldn’t be the same now. Which makes me think back on that time with even greater love and amazement. And I’ve had happy life experiences in their own right since then.

How things change and evolve in life. The different paths that it takes and the adventures that it traverses. To bring us to where we are now.

Dear Dad

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Dear Dad,

All of the things we won’t be able to do anymore…

Those precious steps on my wedding day that we won’t be able to take.

The grandchildren you won’t get to meet and hold and play with.

The movies we won’t be able to go see.

The music we can’t listen to in the car.

The restaurants we can’t go to and the wine and conversation we can’t enjoy.

All of the places we won’t be able to travel to and explore.

The big important life decisions I can’t run by you, over and over again.

The history and the politics you can’t teach me.

The doctors’ appointments you won’t be by my side for.

The failures you won’t be able to comfort me for, and the accomplishments you won’t be able to rejoice in.

Love you, miss you, can’t believe I was lucky enough to be your little girl. Realizing more and more everyday just how lucky I was. Trying to learn how to do life without your guidance, support, and love.

Perfect Places

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Yes, this is in reference to Lorde’s “Perfect Places”, a song that I love so much. My perfect place is a small town in the Berkshires in Massachusetts where my mom grew up and where I lived for a short time before moving to Chicago. Although it was a short time, it was a perfect time.

The time has come for my family to say goodbye to my mother’s childhood home there. We have been extremely lucky to have it and to love it for so long, but it is now going to a new family. They are excited to be the next inhabitants and caretakers of the home, and I’m sure they will cherish it and create their own beautiful memories in it. How lucky are those who get to wake up and go to sleep in such a beautiful place every day.

Whenever I see a Massachusetts license plate, the simple white background with the letters in blue and numbers in red, my heart swells with both joy and grief – joy as I recall my season of life there, and grief for a place that I once called home, and a longing for that feeling of home that I haven’t quite found since.

I can’t completely describe what encapsulates my time there, just that it was my perfect place and my perfect time. I feel so very lucky to have had that time in that place. But it certainly makes saying goodbye so much harder.

I was becoming my person there. I felt brave, strong, and independent for the first time in my life, and maybe the only time really. I had a fire for life that year, a sense of freedom and lightness.

So often in life we’re thinking about what’s next and looking to the future. That year I truly enjoyed my present moment. I wasn’t looking forward and I wasn’t looking backward. Yes, I had fun researching graduate programs and submitting my applications, but I already knew that I wanted to go to grad school the following year before moving to Williamstown. So it was just a natural course of events of what was next.

Pure joy, pure comfort, pure love. I hope to feel this way about a place again someday.

So long, my perfect place.

Rome back to the Romans

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“It’s been Rome back to the Romans, which is the bright side of a terrible time. For once, you can meet your friends outside for cocktails in the Piazza Navona, and you remember why it’s so good to be alive.”

I am a Roman by birth but not by blood, so I suppose that makes me a bit of a tourist, even though I was born there and lived there until I was 8. My time there was quite a long time ago now, and as an innocent child unaware of my surroundings, I didn’t grasp the nuisance of tourists in my city. Now that I live a big city, living out my big girl life in Chicago, I do understand the annoyance of tourists taking in the city around me. I am not trying to compare Chicago to Rome, and I can only imagine the frustrations that Romans have with the constant onslaught of tourists. So I can appreciate that Romans may be loving this time sans tourists due to the worldwide pandemic, and regaining their city to enjoy it for themselves in a way that perhaps they have never been able to experience it. There is something magical about walking around Rome early in the morning before the crowds get up and come out. I imagine that it may feel a bit like that now. Rome back to the Romans.

Collecting

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I come from a family of collectors. My parents collect art and antiques, my maternal grandparents collected art, antiques, and midcentury modern Scandinavian furniture, and my paternal grandmother was a hoarder. While collecting seems to be more thoughtful and intentional than hoarding, I think it is still a form of hoarding. In stride with familial traditions, I began collecting objects when I was in high school. After going to countless auctions and estate sales with my parents, which I hated as kid, I began to sense a taste for certain objects when I was in high school and I felt a need to create a collection of objects of my own that spoke to me. This desire was further fulfilled by the discovery of a fair store in my hometown, and not only did I love the objects themselves, I loved knowing that they were made by artisans who were perfecting their craft, carrying on artisanal traditions, and getting paid fairly in order to live a good life. I also added to my collection with trips to antique stores and garden stores. The curation of my collection resulted in these objects accumulating in boxes that I stored in my parents’s attic because I didn’t have space or a need for them at the time, but I dreamt of how I would use them in my future apartment in the city when I was “all grown up”. I have slowly taken things from these boxes to my various apartments in my adult life, and now these boxes reside in my childhood bedroom at my parents’ house for easy access.

I really connected with this letter to the editor by Hanya Yanagihara in The New York Times Style Magazine, as I’m constantly battling between wanting to collect and to live a full life surrounded by my collection, and navigating the overwhelming feeling of burden by these objects and the desire to go in the extreme opposite direction and become the queen of all minimalists. I have no resolution for this battle at this point in time, and I don’t foresee having such a resolution anytime soon. I love these objects that I have slowly and intentionally collected over time, and I will be sad if I let them go, but I also cringe at the idea of having a plethora of cluttered objects around me with no purpose but to sit pretty on the shelf.

This struggle is particularly top of mind at the moment as my parents and I have been going through the painful and stressful process of cleaning out my grandparents’ home to get it ready to sell. It is full of things that we all love and want to keep, but of course the dilemma of what to do with them and where to put them prevails. With the addition of these things into my collection and my parents’ collection, this struggle isn’t going anywhere and it’s about to get worse. I fear that “add it in, take it away” will be a driving force throughout this upheaval, which while completely logical and rational, is a gut-wrenching process for those of us who are collectors at heart.

Los Angeles

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My first trip to California was to the great sprawling metropolis of Los Angeles, and it was actually quite a bit as I had pictured it. I’ve heard people describe it as a series of suburbs connected by 5 lane highways, and we certainly used them to get around to various neighborhoods. It was interesting to try to guess how long it would take for us to get to each place; not that we had to do much guessing with GPS, but as a friend of ours there put it, everything is anywhere between 10 and 50 minutes away. We were pleasantly surprised that we didn’t have to deal with the nightmarish traffic that is attributed to L.A. Maybe it’s not as bad as they say, or maybe we just got lucky!

Our flight got in late, but our introduction to the city at a friend’s apartment in North Hollywood with a beautiful, tropical courtyard was already a nice change from the chilly midwest (our trip was in early May). The first thing I noticed the next morning as we started out with a driving tour through the Hollywood Hills neighborhood was the vegetation. I was so in love with the vegetation – all of the cacti, the variety of palm trees, combined with the sun and blue skies, is bound to raise anyone’s spirits. I also really enjoyed seeing the architecture of the houses, colorful stucco, and tile roofs. Driving up and down the winding roads of the Hollywood Hills was an amazing introduction to L.A. because for me it was the epitome of why we travel – to be transported and immersed into a world different from our own. The houses, their precarious driveways, and the views provided an invigorating look into the rich and famous culture of L.A. I felt transported into a movie!

Next up on the agenda was a hike at Griffith Park, and my were our Midwestern asses not prepared! By all accounts, it’s not a difficult hike, if you can even call it a hike. I’m sure the locals consider it a walk. But living in the Midwest, we are not used to that kind of terrain. It was a beautiful walk though! We stopped by the Griffith Observatory (hello La La Land fans!) and admired its Greek and Beaux-Arts architecture, while eyeing the Hollywood sign in the distance. And to think that I wanted to hike up to the Hollywood sign…nope!

The next day we drove to downtown L.A. to see the Walt Disney Concert Hall designed by Frank Gehry, the Cathedral of Our Lady of Angels, and The Broad art museum. The concert hall was a sight to behold, as the massive steel structures converged together and gleamed in the light. We couldn’t leave downtown before looking for the Cecil Hotel, which wasn’t as eerie as we had pictured after watching Crime Scene: The Vanishing at the Cecil Hotel on Netflix. We also didn’t want to leave downtown before at least poking our heads into skid row. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it was definitely sad and shocking. I was surprised by the fact that there are businesses there that people who don’t live in skid row go to, and they just walk past all of the disorder and bleakness around them without blinking an eye – just a day in the neighborhood, conducting normal business. Our last stop in the area was the fashion district, with the seemingly endless rows of clothing stores and vendor tents set up on the sidewalks.

That afternoon we went to LACMA. I love art, so I always try to go to an art museum when I visit a new city. Your eyes are delighted before you even enter, as the architecture of the whole museum campus is enchanting. The bright red steel elements juxtaposed with the stone, and the palm trees hugging the museum’s facade on all sides is worth seeing, even if you don’t go inside. It reminded me of Centre Pompidou in Paris. With an outdoor restaurant and bar, and the iconic Urban Light display by Chris Burden (hello No Strings Attached fans!), it’s a multifaceted gem of a destination. We saw a wonderful exhibition on the artist Yoshitomo Nara, who paints captivating large-scale portraits.

We drove through Beverly Hills and, of course, played Weezer’s Beverly Hills. We walked down Rodeo Drive, stopped into some stores, and pretended that we could actually afford anything there. Rodeo Drive was as I had pictured, with beautiful and glamorous people everywhere, photoshoots taking place on various corners, and a collection of stores that screams capitalism and consumerism. But again, beautiful with the palm trees and fancy cars everywhere you look that most people only get to see in the movies.

We wanted to experience a California beach and the Pacific Ocean, so the next day we went to Santa Monica and Venice. The Santa Monica pier was packed! Walking along the boardwalk was a touristy experience and not something that I would necessarily do again. There was music, there were dogs, there was fair food, and people excitedly/nervously posing with snakes around their necks. We then set our sights on a calmer kind of vibe and walked along the Venice canals – so pretty and relaxing. Venice Beach was only a short walk away and we got to enjoy the water and the sand, and watched surfers do their thing in the Pacific Ocean.

Driving along the Pacific Coast Highway at sunset en route to Calabasas for my boyfriend’s birthday dinner was one of my favorite parts of the trip. It’s a gorgeous drive with sweeping views of the ocean, and it started to get more hilly and winding as we got closer to Calabasas. The restaurant was tucked away in the hills and had an upscale cabin feel with a decadent menu featuring wild game. It certainly did not disappoint!

Before our trip, my boyfriend and I did a lot of research on restaurants by category/cuisine and we watched City of Gold, the documentary about food critic Jonathan Gold. Inspired by Gold’s passion for food in L.A., we tried to go to some of the restaurants featured in the documentary. Great documentary!

Art viewing in the time of Covid

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I went to the Art Institute of Chicago recently for the first time since the covid pandemic hit the U.S. last Spring, and I was surprised by how much I felt like I had to re-learn how to look at art and get the most out of a museum visit. I suppose we’ll have to re-learn how to do a lot of things post-pandemic. The Art Institute was quite crowded, which I was not expecting, and there was a three hour wait for the Monet exhibition. I didn’t wait for it, but I definitely want to see it before it goes down in June. It was incredible and rather surreal to see some of my favorite works of art at the museum, and I found myself spending more time than usual in front of them to soak them all in – scanning them from top to bottom so that I didn’t miss anything. I mostly went for the Henri Toulouse-Lautrec special exhibition, Toulouse-Lautrec and the Celebrity Culture of Paris. He’s one of my favorite artists and I always spend time with his works when I go to the Art Institute. They are typically on display in a room close to where the special exhibit is now. To have a full room dedicated to him and his large colorful posters and prints was spectacular. I love the playful imagery in his works that have a slight sense of mockery underneath their artistic virtue.

During my first museum visit since the pandemic started, I had this New York Times article about museums in the Berkshires on my mind. The Berkshires hold a special place in my heart. I love the beauty and the peacefulness of these majestic mountains, that take on a purple hue in just the right light. My mom grew up in the Berkshires and I lived there for one year before going to grad school. This area might be rural, but it is certainly rich and vibrant in art and culture. With numerous museums for its small scope and population, it’s a destination for visitors seeking solace in nature and intellectual awakening in its cultural institutions. The house that my mom grew up in in Williamstown, MA (the same house that I spent my time in while living there) was just steps away from the Clark Art Institute. We also took advantage of and appreciated MASS MoCA and the other museums in the area.

Williamstown, MA

What I really appreciated about this article was the commentary on contemporary art. Contemporary art is certainly contemporary, relatively speaking, but it’s not as contemporary as it claims to be. As this article points out, it can’t keep up with the current times that we have experienced over the past year. What then, one can argue, is the value of contemporary art? I agree with the author, Jason Farago, that we can learn just as much from the old masters as we can from contemporary art. Furthermore, art isn’t so much about what we can learn from it, but how it reminds us of our humanity.

“If I seek out art in a time of national catastrophe, it’s not because I need that catastrophe explained to me. And it’s not because I want to block that catastrophe out with a veil of pretty pictures. It’s simpler than that. It’s because I need to be reminded what to live for.”

Jason Farago

American Honey & Nomadland

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I’ve watched American Honey and Nomadland over the past few weeks, both for the first time, and what a happy coincidence that I watched the two in the vicinity of one another. I wanted to see American Honey in theaters when it first came out, but it had a short run at my local movie theater and I missed it. So I finally made a point to stream it at home. After all the accolades that Nomadland received at the Golden Globe awards this year, I was curious to watch it, even though it didn’t really spark my interest previously.

I loved American Honey for its dreamy, whimsical, and intimate glimpse of a facet of life that, while all too real for those living it, is not as familiar to many people. I kept trying to put myself in Star’s shoes, the main character who is so closely followed by the camera throughout the movie. The intimate camera work and focus on the main character reminded me of Blue Is the Warmest Color, another movie which I love so much and is one of my favorites. As I was trying to put myself in Star’s shoes and imagine how desperate she must have felt with her circumstances to go on this cross-country adventure with strangers, I was reminded of how vastly different peoples’ circumstances and experiences, which are beyond one’s control, can be. I admired her bravery and her resolve, even her recklessness, which always somehow ended up in her favor. I loved the music and the lighting that created the dream-like aura throughout the movie, despite its sad, melancholic undertones. Each character so interesting in their own right, making up the troupe of nomads in search of any glimmer of triumph and jubilation – any reason to celebrate as a means to escape their daily grind to get by. Yet they find that their camaraderie and continued pursuit of adventure is perhaps enough to carry on.

What I loved about watching Nomadland soon after American Honey, was the similar attention to landscape and the characters’ surroundings in both, and seeing the nomadic lifestyle from different perspectives due to the difference in age of the nomads. In American Honey, they’re constantly chasing that elusive euphoric feeling fueled by drugs and alcohol. In Nomadland, they’re chasing exploration of land, exploration of self, and bonding with others who harbor the same nomadic lifestyle. The landscape in Nomadland, a central character in itself, is breathtaking, and Frances McDormand’s performance is so simple in some ways, but speaks volumes in its simplicity.

Both movies are about solitude, as a natural facet of our human condition, but also about the strides we make to connect with others. Both are about our relationship with nature and our surroundings, even if that place is not fixed and is always changing as we’re propelled toward novelty and transformation. Both mostly star real people as opposed to actors, which is striking for their performance that isn’t really much of a performance at all.