Over the river and through the woods

Two weeks age the Squicciarini girls, myself included, took our annual trip to Bristol, Virginia (or Bristol, Tennessee depending on which way the wind is blowing). As we prepared to drive up there, people would ask, “oh, what are you going to do there?” as if the answer might be “skiing!” or “hiking the Virginia Creeper Trail!” or “a 3-day detox!” but in fact the correct answer was “NOTHING!” <grin> Realistically speaking, everyone wants to spend a weekend in December getting away from holiday crowds and stress.

The best part about Bristol is not feeling guilty about doing nothing. Not meaning to imply at all that we would feel guilty about doing something… but the chance to do nothing, or if not nothing, frivolous activities for which we never have time at home, like reading or crossword puzzles, is nothing short of thrilling. Interestingly, I came with my laptop, as a responsible employee would, prepared to stay on top of the business situation…and then realized we didn’t have wifi. (Yay!)

We spend most of our time in the living room (the great room, as my grandparents say), curled up on the comfortable oversized furniture staring at a framed scribble above the fireplace which is in fact artwork created by Salvador Dali. Once or twice we venture into town, taking in our surroundings and supporting the local economy in our own small way.

The culinary highlight of our trip was Friday evening, when we whipped up a small square baked ziti topped with parmesan cheese and cracked pepper, accompanied by sparkling pomegranate juice in tiny glasses. Another evening we made individual omelettes stuffed with vegetables and cheese… food seems to taste better up there. I think it’s the mountain air. <wink>

We went to sleep Friday night and woke up a few hours later to find that it had started snowing… by Saturday midmorning the world was white and producing the unnatural brightness which comes from snow everywhere. Mary and I took a frosty walk down to the clubhouse and caught snowflakes on our tongues. Unfortunately we did not make snow angels. I’m ashamed to admit I’ve never done that (YET), probably because the idea of getting completely cold and wet is entirely unappealing. But it’ll happen one day… <grin>

We did not write another Ode to Bristol, but we reread the one from last year and laughed about those memories. I love Bristol. Bristol reminds me of how much I love spending time with my sisters. Especially in cozy mountain houses. =)

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4 thoughts on “Over the river and through the woods

  1. Excellent post STP! I reminisce with you about the “doing nothing”… I especially enjoyed the fact that this year, we had no troubles lighting (or delighting in) the fireplace. 😀

    “oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire inside’s delightful…”

  2. The scribbles over the fireplace is actually one of a series of prints that Dr.Guiseppi Albaretto commisioned Dali to do depicting the Holy Bible. Dali did about 100 lithographs that were made into prints that were signed by the artist.The one you viewed is one of 50 signed by Dali. It is called “The voice of one calling”. In the hallway at the bottom of the stairs is another called “The taking down from the cross”. Also one of about 50 in existance. The original lithographs were produced between 1963 and 1969. We aquired these because they reminded us of The Saviour.

    Scribbles indeed!!!

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