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Newport Folk Festival L<3ve

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My beauties! Hello!

It’s been almost three weeks 😦 I’m sorry for that. I don’t really have an excuse besides work and climbing, so you’re just going to have to love me regardless.

That Sunset Doe

How are things?

I miss France today. Who am I kidding, I miss France everyday… but today I am feeling especially sick for what became my second home (or third, behind Burlington MAYBE). Alas, there’s not much I can do about that currently; c’est la vie. I think I have this undiagnosed (well, I’m diagnosing it now) problem where I have to travel or explore a new place every other week or so or I go a little stir crazy.

Why can’t some rich awesome person just hand me stacks of bills so I can travel the world opening eco-friendly and sustainable juice bars that use local produce? If you know of someone who fits the bill, I’m ready and waiting.

On a more realistic note, t seems like you all enjoyed my last post on The Gunks; thanks for that. I enjoy all of you, too. I promised that I would share about some of my other gypsy endeavors, so here it goes!

Over Newport

Sunset Over Newport

July 26th, 2014: THE NEWPORT FOLK FESTIVAL!!! That’s right, I scored tickets. My amazing friend Sarah, who happens to also be a champion concert go-er such as myself, used some gypsy magic to obtain us last minute tickets to (in my opinion) the best day of the weekend long festival. The best part? We paid LESS than face value! It was awesome.

Saturday Lineup

Saturday Lineup

As you can see, it was a pretty fantastic lineup of performers. My favorites were of course Deer Tick, but Jack White and The Oh Hellos came in close behind.

Deer Tick Looking Sharp!

Deer Tick Looking Sharp!

I just can’t get enough of Jon’s (Deer Tick’s lead singer) voice; it’s downright magical. His very pregnant wife, Vanessa Carlton, must think so too.

Vanessa Carlton making a guest appearance!

Vanessa Carlton making a guest appearance!

I had not been to the Newport Folk Festival in years because of it’s growing popularity and tickets selling out so damn fast, and I’m sad I had been missing out! It really is a magical place, right at Fort Adams on the water. So stunning and all the people there are friendly. However, I tend to be a big mush when it comes to music festivals, so maybe I’m a little bias. Regardless, I will definitely be returning and all of you should, too! My goal is to be a vendor there sometime in the near future — you can probably guess for what.

Jon

Sooooo, I had all these grand intentions to share more epic adventures will all of you sweet souls, but Max has just informed me that he needs my assistance with acquiring his car. And since I have been carting his bum around for the past 3+ weeks, I’m pretty eager to oblige. HOWEVER, I promise that I will be better with keeping you all updated on my life. It’s exciting, after all!

Before I leave, here’s a picture of the one purchase I made the the fest. I am in need of belts with all this epic rock climbing I have been doing, and this one was handcrafted, beautiful and inexpensive… so how could I say no?

IMG_7026Stay rockin’

I’ve Got A Crush On You

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Hi Friends!
I still have a bunch of videos that I need to share with the world, so this post will be a mix of that and me catching you up on my life once again. It’s officially the weekend for me now because this week is France’s vacation week… I still had class Mon-Wed but it was only in the morning sooo yeah! Viva La France.


^ NERO KILLING IT. Amsterdam edition.
Saturday, October 27th: Woke up too early for me to be pleased. We had to be at the bus station by 8h30, which means I had to leave my house by 7h50 to get there on time.. ew. We left Grenoble a little before 9h00 and had a 3.5 heure bus ride ahead of us. I tried to sleep, but even with my human pillow it was virtually impossible to get comfortable enough to actually fall asleep. Eventually I just gave up and listened to music to pass the time. Overall though, it wasn’t an entirely painful bus ride. A little passed noon we arrived at our destination: Aix-en-Provence. It was outrageously windy there, so directly after we checked in at the hotel we moved our asses vite to find a place to eat. I ended up branching off with Richard and Macauley and we had lunch at some asain-ish inspired cuisine place. I got a soup that did a fine job with warming up my insides. Nomnomnom

After lunch, of course we had to have dessert. I opted for gelato, of course; the flavors I had were chocolate chip (except they were flakes, not chips) and caramel salted peanut vanilla. Yes, that is correct. It was an amazing flavor and if possible I would like to bathe daily in it. But alas. We had a tour scheduled in the afternoon with the group, so post-feasting, the three of us headed back to Maison du Tourisme to meet up with the rest of the API clowns to take a guided tour. We had the option to take the tour in French or English, but I was feeling lazy, so English won. It was a pleasant tour, but I really wish the wind was a little less intense. Thankfully though I had my spirit hood, so my hands remained toasty. Once the tour was finished, we all branched off again and I ended up buying dank cookies at this awesome cookie shop, then going back to the hotel with Emily and Richard to change into warmer clothes.

Try to ignore the creepy face…

From there, Emily, Max, Richard and I went to just explore the town… I ended up buying some sparkly black flats as well because I needed black shoes to match my black leather jacket (I’m still debating whether or not to buy matching leather boots though…). Richard was in search of a snapback, but it was all in vain. During our exploration, we stumbled upon this burrito place that came highly regarded by Evelyn (our resident burrito expert), so of course we had to stop in for an early dinner. Turns out, the proprietor of the establishment was obsessed with my spirithood, so I let him model it for a little bit… then I munched face on an amazing semi-spicy chicken burrito. Cowboy, take me away.

Post-epic food, the four of us purchased our drinks for the night: bottles on bottles of wine. I bought one for myself, and the other one I ended up splitting with Nina (thank goodness, because if I had beasted two on my own I would have been shithoused). I also found patches for Aix-en-Provence and Marseille in my travels, so my day was 100% made. My backpack is starting to look sweet, y’all! At this point, it was starting to get dark and cold, so we went back to the hotel, and I headed to my room to shower — and in true classy form, I opened my bottle of wine while showering because everyone else was starting to pre-game, and I couldn’t be left out.

When I was nice and clean, I headed to Max, Preston and Richard’s room to start the night’s festivities. It was just Max, Richard and I for a little bit, so we played some card games (I brought my deck from Amsterdam), and then Nina, Emily, Mike, Ryan, Natasha and Maddie joined us… so in true API fashion, we played king’s. Needless to say, we found out some secrets about one another, and we all left the room strongly buzzing. Well, to be honest, I was drunk, but whose counting? I had a slight mental breakdown concerning the boy (no worries, all is well now.. beyond well, actually), so when we got to the bar my friends decided it would be a good idea to buy me a drink. NO. Bad decision! You do not buy a crying drunk girl more drinks! But alas, it happened, and I vaguely remember slurping down a fairly gross tasting blue drink, and then being convinced to take a shot of caramel vodka. It was at this point that I started to black-out, and to be honest, I don’t remember getting back to the hotel, but API birds of a feather stick together, and I made it back safe and sound with some escorts. We didn’t end up going to bed until 3h30, and I broke down whatever barriers existed between Nina and Richard (inside joke, you won’t get it). Thus ended API’s day excursion in Aix-en-Provence.

Sunday, October 28th: Woke up and surprisingly was not that hungover. Thank the lord because we had to be in the lobby with our bags back ready to leave by 9h00. I ended up waking up a little after 7h00, so I had an ample amount of time to completely stuff my face with tasty breakfast food (I miss eggs sooo much). We left Aix-en-Provence on schedule and bussed to Avignon, a city in France where the Pope used to live before he bounced over to the Vatican (lamesauce). I honestly thought I was about to blow away a few times, but thankfully my feet remained on solid ground. We ended up taking a tour of Palais des Papes (Popes’ Palace), which was a pretty freaking cool fortress. I took a bunch of pictures, so stay tuned for those. I also bought Danielle a bottle of wine with pictures of Popes on it. Funny and classy all at the same time, you know.

After the Palais, Natasha, Maddie, Max, Elissa, Richard, Preston, Nina, Heather and I ate a tasty lunch at a creperie in town. I went with a crepe filled with cheese and ratatouille (sauteed Med. veggies), it came with salad and it completely hit the spot. The wind continued to blow, but we trooped it out and fooled around on a giant carrousel for a little… until we got kicked off. Party poopers. At that point it was time to get back on the bus and head over to wine country (Chateaneuf-du-Pape region, about an hour outside of Avignon), anyway.. plus, it was nice getting out of the frigidness.

Our final destination of the weekend was a winery, where we were enlightened on the logistics of wine tasting. During my cruise over the summer, my grandpa let me in on some wine secrets, so I knew a little bit, but this guy was a champion. I mean, if you work at a winery in France, you kind of have to be. It was a fun time, and I ended up buying a nice bottle of a 2007 red for my Nonni and Grandpa. After the tour/tasting, we walked around for a few minutes, but really the wind was deadly and I scooted back onto the bus as soon as possible. The bus ride was nice and relaxing, and before I knew it the weekend was coming to a close and we arrived in Grenoble… to find snow on the ground!! It was ludicrous, but I kind of liked it at the same time. We got back around 19h, so I went straight home, ate some dinner with Madeleine, read some Game of Thrones, and then slept for as long as I possibly could. Weekend = success.

You got worries? You can drop them in the blue ocean

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Take one part sand and one part sea
And one part shade of a banana tree
And the drinks they’re cold and the reggae’s hot
And I know this is the place for me

Gah! With summer coming to a close, I’m desperately wanting to apparate back on that lovely Caribbean Cruise again… #wishingIwasrich. Speaking of cash money, I made my summer savings goal ($2,000)! It isn’t much in the grand scheme of things, and I’m sure I’ll run out before I come back from France, but it’s the best I could do with a time-consuming unpaid internship. On the bright side though, everything I make from here on out — I stop work at the Country Club on the 19th and nannying the 25th — is just icing on the cake! Shazam.

I seemed to have gained a few new followers in the last week; sooo, hello to you! Welcome to my erratic life =) Enjoy and join in on the fun.

Last post, I mentioned how I went berry picking – chyeahh – and showed the tasty blackberry cornbread that I made. I hadn’t yet gotten around to making anything out of the raspberries until yesterday. Originally, I wanted to make raspberry jam, but I needed 4 cups of raspberries and I only had about a cup and a half, so that didn’t really work. Never fear though! Instead, I decided to make mixed berry jam, which included raspberries, blueberries, strawberries and grapes. Unfortunately, only the raspberries were freshly picked by my hands, but there wasn’t much I could do about that. The result was pretty magnificent (I had it for breakfast on toast), and with that I will share some food porn with y’all:

Good looks, yes?

The jarred results =)

It’s okay to salivate a little bit

Pretty darn delicious. Earlier in the summer, I made fresh strawberry jam, and the recipe is exactly the same save the types of fruit used, so click the link if you’re inclined to do some jammin’.

So here’s some big, fun news (for me at least): I WENT SHOOTING! It was a shitton of fun; I kind of loved it. Sunday morning, Max, his dad and I went to Narragansett Gun Club (we met up with two others) and did two rounds of trap shooting. I didn’t really know anything about this going into it, so I learned that there is trap and skeet shooting, both of which involve clay disks (“birds”). Max’s dad is really into hunting and used to own a shop, so they had a gun for me – had my own for the day! I was handed an automatic shotgun — that’s all I really know about it, it loaded from the side, it didn’t snap in half to load, if that’s helpful — and we bonded.

Being a horseback rider, I have been taught to sit up straight or slightly lean back my whole life… the opposite of what I was told to do at the range. For shooting, you have to lean your upper body forward while having your hips back and knees springy. I had a really hard time leaning forward, and was repeatedly corrected throughout the day. I thought I was leaning forward but apparently not… hey, my horse training runs deep, what else can I say? I did pretty poorly the first round (but not bad for shooting/holding a gun for the first time): I hit 3/25 birdies, and the second round I hit 12/25. If only we had stayed longer maybe I would have gotten even better!

There was an older lady who was really intense at the range; she was tickled pink to have another female there, and was giving me pointers whenever she could. She even had me try out her custom made gun and offered to let me watch a bunch of videos she has of professional shooters. Haha… maybe I’ll take her up on it. But yeah, it was a lot of fun, and hopefully I’ll be going again before I leave for France! Next time I’ll have a picture of me taken as well, instead of this lamesauce photo I took while waiting.

Also, as I mentioned, I am officially done with The Coffeehouse Chronicles. A girl still has to eat though, and last week I went to yet another coffee shop just for the sake of putting some good food and drink in my belly. The victim was Appleton Cafe, and it was quite delicious.

I wasn’t that crazy about the decor inside… it was like uber modern and just felt too stiff and cold and open, I guess. I can’t really think of a good word to describe it, but it so wasn’t my taste. They had a nice outdoor seating area though, and the iced coffee was darn tasty, so overall I would say it was a win.
That’s what I’ve been up to lately. Besides work and writing, I’m reading the third Game of Thrones and getting anxious for France. My mom, sisters and I went shopping at Wrentham Outlets yesterday (yay clothes!) and I got some new goods to take abroad with me, including some new Nike Sneakers so I can run a lot while I’m there. I kind of started packing but not anything of significance. It’s gonna be here before I know it though, oh man oh man.
Well, I gotta hit the road, peeps. Stay awesome 😉

There’s a hole in the morals, all you can wish for is a better tomorrow

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I basically breathe music; it comes out of my pores. Not in the sense that I am a musically inclined individual (I wish), but music is what grinds my gears, so to speak. It’s what keeps me going. I work so I can earn money to go to concerts and hear and see music live. I mean, how the hell else would I want to spend my money? Traveling; but a lot of the time I travel because of music — and to see the world, so there’s two things I guess that keep my feet moving.

I think that’s why I’m a writer. Writers are musicians of the pen. I make this keyboard turn nothing into something worth while. Chyeah beetches. Writers can’t play music (though we can occasionally write it… I’ve tried it a few times), so we make words flow and sound pretty. This is my humble opinion, anyway.

This is the second time today I’ve blogged; on a roooollll. I’m just not that tired right now – I only had to work like 5 and a half hours, pish posh. J’ai besoin l’argent!
Oh, but I had a very happy moment today that I would like to share with everyone. As you know, this summer I have been writing for DIG Boston. Now, this was only supposed to be a summer interning gig, but I came up with a brilliant plan: I want to continue writing for DIG throughout my semester abroad. It would kind of be a way for Bostonians to hear about my European travels, and it would also help me out because I can now tell people that I am a Press person, and hopefully score some free/discounted tickets in the process. Good idea, right? RIGHT. So, I ran the idea by my editor today and presto, change-o, success! I got the go ahead, so now I am going to e-mail about a bazillion people and try and work the press angle to hopefully save money while I am abroad while at the same time being able to go do fun things! If anyone has any recommendations, please feel free to send them my way. But yeah, I was pretty excited to get the go ahead; I also think I may be writing for The East Greenwich Pendulum while I’m abroad. I talked to the editor and he’s on board, but they can’t pay me which kind of sucks. So I’m still deciding whether or not I want to do that. If there are any people out there looking for someone to write for them and would be willing to pay a little somethin’ somethin’… I.am.your.girl.

Turns out that I am in fact tired, so I think I’m going to hit the hay. But first I wanted to share a video with you that someone at DIG posted about. The title of this post is taken from the following song. Personally, I think the lyrics are pretty much on point as far as the truth is concerned. Soooo yeah, enjoy. Also enjoy this food porn.

The Weary Traveler Has Returned

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Hey Guys!
So, I just came back from one of the best and monumental weeks of my life. Also, I just glanced at my blog and realized I haven’t been in touch with you sproutlings since June 12th… ruh roh. I’ll try and see what on earth I have been up to since then…

From the 12th to the 19th life was pretty average I think. I went to a concert in Providence on the 15th with my sisters and the boyfriend; it was a band called Delta Spirit.


They were pretty good and it was beautiful out. Can’t really argue with good company and good music. Afterwards we went to one of the multiple hookah bars in Providence and made a baby dent in my pocket… stupid drinks! I went into Boston for DIG on the 19th but then the peak of my cold finally caught me and I needed to take Wednesday off to sleep and recuperate. Fun times.

After my sole day off, it was nose to the grindstone: work, work, work! The 21st-23rd was a huuuge Round Robin golf tournament at the Country Club, so I practically lived there those three days. To top it all off, I landed (and started on those days) a new job, guys! It’s a part-time nanny-ing position, and I really really like it. It’s for two kids who have a pool and a dog and great personalities; can’t really ask for too much more. The best part is that the hours are Thursday, Friday and Saturday afternoons and evenings, so I get the majority of my salary for the week within a three day window. I’m so happy about it. On the downside though, I only get to work at WCC on rare occasions… oh well, gotta make that skrilla for Europe!

So yeah. Saturday was my last day of work until I bounced out of Rhode Island, and it also happened to be the day of my sisters Graduation Party. Sadly I only could spend two hours there because it was between my two jobs, but I at least got to mange face and taste some sangria, ayeayeaye!

My entire Monday (and most of Sunday, when I wasn’t with the boyfriend) was spent getting my ducks in a row for the road trip and my study abroad nonsense. All I have left to do now is re-send a copy of my passport photo (apparently the French don’t like it when you smile in ID photos, so I have to re-take it. Lamesauce) and then I am ready to rock and roll! Of course I still have my Visa appointment, but that’s all scheduled and ready to roll. Eeeeek, it’s getting kind of close; under two months!

Then came Tuesday, the day of departure. I picked Sarah up at her house at the lovely hour of 4:30 am… ick. We ended up hitting the road at 5:00, and thus began our road trip to Electric Forest!!!! Seriously guys, best.fest.ever. but more of that later. Here’s a quick itinerary of our travels, sans details.

Tuesday: Travel from East Greenwich, Rhode Island to Folly’s End Campground in Girard, Pennsylvania. Approx. 8 hours
Wednesday: Travel from Girard, Pennsylvania to Rothbury, Michigan for Electric Forest. Approx. 9 hours
* We arrived at the festival grounds at about 8:30. They said they were going to let us in at 9, but boy was that a lie. We didn’t end up getting our cars checked and pitching our tent in the actual campsite until 1:45 am. Not that we really cared though; it gave us ample amounts of time to bond with our fellow Rhode Island neighbors, get a wittle crunk, and practice hula hooping. Huzzah!
Thursday: Electric Forest Fun
Friday: Electric Forest Fun
Saturday: Electric Forest Fun
Sunday: Electric Forest Fun
Monday: Travel from Rothbury, Michigan to Chagrin Falls, Ohio. Approx. 7 hours
Tuesday: Travel from Chagrin Falls, Ohio to East Greenwich, Rhode Island. Approx 11 hours

So there you have it: The Reader’s Digest version. I am telling myself that I need to make one of my signature collages with all festival paraphenalia, and that is when I will post up here the concerts we went to with some music recommendations and videos and stuff. For today, I’m just going to post the pictures that I took. In order for me to get videos up here, I need to upload them to youtube first and I just don’t have the energy.

Why I don’t have energy, you may ask? Well let me tell you… traveling is exhausting. I know I shouldn’t complain because it was a completely amazing and fantabulous time, but driving for that many hours straight is beyond tiring. We got back around 8 pm on the 3rd, and both Sarah and I had to work on the 4th because the club puts on a crazy fireworks show. The labor itself wasn’t super intensive, I was a waitress and taking cocktail orders most of the time… but we had to work from 11:30 am – 10:30 pm; an 11 hour day after crazy travel is enough to stretch anyone too thin.

Despite my exhaustion, I dragged myself out of bed today for a 10:15 am hair appointment! You have no idea how excited I was… I haven’t gotten a proper haircut since Vermont, and my hair was in dire need of some TLC. I got my bangs re-trimmed so their looking sharp, and my hair is daaark. Like, black with a navy blue tint kind of dark. I really like it, but it takes some getting used to. My hair is generally really dark, but never raven status. I like it. Stay tuned for a picture so I can show you all my new do =). Anyway, after my hair appointment Max decided to be cute and awesome and took me out to lunch in Wickford. We went to the Beach Rose Cafe, and the food was scrumptious. I got a pastrami sandwich and Max ordered a smoked Gouda sandwich. Then of course we had to have The Inside Scoop for dessert. Someone up there was liking me today because originally I was supposed to work from 3-12 watching the young-ins, but I got a call saying that I could take the day off, yippee! Max also managed to take the second half of the day off so after lunch I got to spend some time with the boy, which is always nice. Being the party animals we are, we napped for like 3 hours. Rock on! We did make a pretty fantastic frozen blueberry lemonade too, directions were easy-peasy lemon squeezy too:
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Frozen Blueberry Lemonade
Ingredients:
1 1/2 cups blueberries
1 cup lemonade
1/2 cup fresh mint leaves, plus more for serving
1/4 cup confectioners’ sugar

Directions:
In a blender, puree the blueberries, lemonade, mint, confectioners’ sugar, and 3 cups ice until smooth.
Garnish with mint sprigs.

For Fresh Lemonade:
Ingredients:

  • 4 cups of cold water
  • 1 cup of hot water
  • ¾ cup of sugar
  • ½ cup of fresh lemon juice (4-6 lemons depending on size and juice content)
  • 1 lemon sliced

Directions:
1. Pour hot water into a pitcher
2. Add sugar and stir until all granules are dissolved
3. Pour in cold water and lemon juice
4. Mix well
5. Toss in sliced lemon and place pitcher in fridge
6. Draaaank
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And now, here I am. I don’t have work until 3 tomorrow so I’m pretty excited that I get to sleep in and take the day by storm. I’m going to put all the pictures up in the following post so be sure to cccccheckkkk them out. Plus, stay tuned for a picture of the new hair, a video of my new hula hooping skills (yes, hula hooping, and yes, I am getting pretty good) and the juicy details of Electric Forest when I find the time on my next day off.

Peace and love guys xxoo