Down a cobblestone alley, among palm treed archways and iron grillwork, you can hear the passionate Cuban rhythms playing overhead. The aromas of sweet plantains and garlic butter mojo sauce waft over tropical breezes. A dark-haired beauty, Gaby, served up fresh mint and iced lime juice concoctions for sipping in leisure as we wiled away the afternoon. At the copa…Copacabana, the hottest spot north of Havana!
Dining Outside the Home: Pisces Rising, Seafood and Steak House. This alluring southern home-turned-restaurant sits on the edge of a quaint downtown in a peaceful lakefront community. Its quiet elegance is visible through full length windows in views that overlook the endless beauty of Lake Dora. Our meal was spectacular, especially the classic dessert finale skillfully prepared table-side, French Creole Bananas Foster.
Everyone should experience this once in their lifetime. The Freedom Trail traces the footsteps of United States history beginning with the American Revolution. The red-lined route can be followed at a pace you set for yourself leaving plenty of time for stops along the way. Paul Revere’s House. The site of the Boston Massacre. Bunker Hill Monument. Old North Church. The 2.5 mile walk is “visitor-friendly” and filled with landmarks. Do it your way. But do it.
Just north of the Hamptons on the Eastern Seaboard is a small community called Rye, where lobster is plentiful and people drive there to eat seafood. Yes, please. We indulged ourselves in a monstrous lobster roll, broiled lobster on a stick, crispy fried clams, and chunky clam chowder. Thank you, Leah, for the exceptional service!
Prayers were whispered in shaded gardens beyond gated walls of distant churches. Everywhere you turned history was gently tapping your shoulder to share stories of past lives and moments.
The Boston City Walk is rich in history, charming in its architecture, and beautifully adorned in natural flora. Every step is a sweet sensation for the senses. The walking tour is truly invigorating!
An Expression of Outdoor Art in Boston is uniquely captivating to the eye. From wall graffiti on brick and transparent prisms in the sky to watercolor artists in the park and nautical flag pinwheels. So much to see and do!
“We’re going through the gates!” People flock to Graceland year-round in Memphis, Tennessee. Some men appear wearing blue suede shoes while others comb their slick black hair into the legendary upswept pompadour. An Elvis-wanna-be directs his attention to a crowd exiting a tour bus, smiling that sexy half smirk that causes women to swoon. His sultry wink is cast from hooded baby blues, and you find yourself wondering, “Is The King of Rock and Roll still alive?”. Inside the modest home, framed gold records and platinum albums hang in hallways proving this was a man who sold more than any other artist in history. If you look closely, a vulnerable side is visible in the life of this immortal rock star. Just when you begin to wonder if it is all an illusion, another slender, handsome stranger approaches wearing a blue silk scarf draped around his neck. The mob goes crazy snapping photos with their cell phones. He stops for moment when a young blonde beauty calls out the cherished name of “Elvis”. He strums his guitar and swivels his hips to a rhythm and blues tune hypnotically causing her to feel giddy and lightheaded before turning on his heels to disappear. “Thank you, thank you very much.”
“Tree-top spires and exterior gables
Form the image of New Hampshire stables
And three-story homes along misty shores
With waves playing leapfrog across porch floors
Where foamy bubbles turn creams to sables.
Screaming seagulls perch on walls of wet stone
Not reading the signs of “Caution: Flood Zone”.
O’er head more birds drift on wings of the fog
While caps of high tide slam a ship-wrecked log.
And tourists, amazed, get drenched to the bone.”
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