Friday, February 4, 2011
scenes from my jog
First, I must apologize to all my amici in Oklahoma. I am so very sorry for putting up pictures of a warm, sunny day in February. I know you are covered in snow and would love nothing more than to be able to push your stroller down a dry, non-icy road. I'm sorry. I know how you feel. I've been there. I'm sorry.
Okay, now we can move forward. I hope.
I thought it would be fun to show you some scenes from my usual jog.
Here's what it looks like when I step out of my gate. Can't wait 'til these vines are filled with grapes! Notice how narrow the roads are? Yep. Only room for one car, which means it's not fun when you encounter another car and have to back up into one of few pull-off spots and let said car squeeze past you.
This is at the top of a rather steep hill that I must climb back up on my way home. For all you mamas out there, if you want a good workout, put your kid in a stroller and push him up a hill. Mamamia!
Now, let me introduce you to Lago d'Averno (Lake Averno). Apparently, Dante refers to this place as the entrance to Hell in his book, Inferno. I guess the sulfur was so bad here in his day that birds didn't even fly over this lake. Fortunately for me, it is now just a dead crater with a trail around it so I can jog. I don't think I can express how grateful I am to have this so close to my house. There aren't many sidewalks 'round these parts, so having a trail with no cars is, well, almost unheard of.
And, of course, there are some Roman ruins. They say this was some sort of military tunnel or something like that.
Aaand, no place around here would be complete without its bar/cafe/pizzeria.
Thank you, Lago d'Averno, for being there for me and for not actually being an entrance to Hell. At least, I don't think you are. Are you? I mean, you seem quite pleasant to me. Hmm.
Sorry, I'll stop talking to a lake, now.
I hope you enjoyed the scenes from my jog. And I hope they bring a little light into your day like they did to mine.
Posted by Blaine Family at 8:40 PM