I wrote a piece for CivMix about attending my very first Pride Parade, but wanted to share some of the photos I took here. It was a wonderfully joyous day and I was so happy to see and feel the love that was present. And, for the record, I’m there for my LGBTQ friends every single day. Love, Silvia
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While it may not have officially been a holiday weekend, it sure felt like one! It started on Thursday with the first Alive at Five for the season. I shot photos on a beautiful evening down by the Hudson for a Seen gallery and it didn’t matter at all that I knew no one present including any of the bands. The sun was shining and, after the rainy spring we’ve experienced, that was enough.
Friday night was the Albany Institute of History and Art’s annual gala and it was a wonderful night. Other than the meal, all of the events were held outside on what was a spectacular evening. Unlike the situation on Thursday, though, there were dozens upon dozens of familiar faces and, along with copious amounts of wine, conversations flowed. Standing on the front lawn of the Institute and looking across Washington Avenue at the building which had been my very first Albany home, was a remarkable reminder of how I’ve grown to be a part of this special city.
Saturday began with a yoga class and flowed into a mellow day of exploring Lark Street’s annual Art on Lark. This is such a great event and, again, the weather gods provided abundant sunshine for the crowds who were browsing artwork, enjoying a bite to eat or soaking up the sounds of one of the performers providing entertainment. Like the previous night, there were so many familiar faces that I was happy to see – and photograph. The evening came with a walk for ice cream and even more music, as the open mic at Emack & Bolio’s provided free entertainment to go with my two scoops.
After yet another refreshingly cool night’s sleep, Sunday started with beer yoga at Fort Orange Brewing. Like my Saturday morning practice, this class was lightly attended but I’m so glad I went. It is always one of my favorites, especially when the “garage” gets opened up and the sun shines in. Definitely the perfect prelude to Albany’s Pride Parade.
What can I say about the Parade? Well, it was amazing and I couldn’t stop smiling. The joy radiating was overwhelming and, while the event was for many the highlight of a month’s worth of LGTBQ activities, the Pride I felt in my city was tremendous. Love is love, friends, and that emotion beamed down upon every person present as warm as the day’s sunshine. It was a fantastic weekend. How was yours?
Planning my upcoming trip to Greece was a formidable task. I struggled with the incredible array of options in terms of where to go and how to get there. After polling some friends and seeking some assistance on the Fodor’s Greece Forum, I came up with a loose itinerary and booked our flights (from Montreal) and accomodations (all Airbnb other than on one island). At that point, I shifted my focus to Easter in Ireland and took a break from the remaining details of our Greek adventures.
Now that the end of the school year and Greece are finally in view, it’s time to get a little more specific about what the trip is going to look like. Here’s what we’ve got so far –
Flying out of Canada is going to be a new experience. I booked the tickets primarily because the flight was nonstop and the fare was approximately $900 r/t, a fairly reasonable price for summer travel in my opinion. The drive to Montreal is admittedly further than NYC or Boston, but it’s a straight shot and I don’t anticipate much traffic along the way. I scored a park and stay package that provides us with 15 days of parking and a room on our return for just over $200, which I think is a good deal. An overnight in Montreal is never a bad thing and we’ll definitely score some croissants and bagels for the ride home.
We land in Athens and will spend two nights there at the beginning of the trip, as well as a single night at the end. The time difference is 7 hours and since I imagine we’ll be whooped from flying (and personally, that valium) I made no plans for that first afternoon/evening. We’ll find our way to our apartment, unload our bags and do our best to acclimate. My goal is to stay on my feet until at least 9:00 or 10:00 and score a few food items for our breakfast.
The highlight of our first entire day is a 3.5 hour walking food tour, an Airbnb experience, I booked. My son is an adventurous eater and we’re excited to explore some places recommended by a local guide and sample authentic and traditional Greek cuisine. Since we’ll depart the next morning for our first island, Naxos, the tour will also give us a chance to gather some sundries for our island stay. The temperature could be a real factor in how active we’ll want to be and I imagine the day as pretty relaxed, with some day drinking. Yum, Assyrtiko!
An early morning four-hour ferry* ride gets us to Naxos, which we’ll have the next few days to explore. I imagine that we’ll spend our time visiting the windmills, eating, walking and checking out some beaches. The only plan we have is to take a small, private boat excursion that includes grilled octopus on the beach, a remote grotto swim and an on deck bar-b-q aboard on our way back to Naxos. Ok. I’m in.
Our next stop is a single overnight in Mykonos. I understand it isn’t much time, but it’s a very expensive island filled with people who have no limits on their budgets. That’s not how I travel but I do want to see the beautiful things without getting jaded from the extreme and obvious consumption. Kind of how I feel about Chatham, MA. We’ll stretch the time by arriving before noon and departing the following day in the late afternoon for Paros, our last island.
I’m picturing Paros as the quietest spot we’ll be and I’m looking forward to just savoring the last nights of the trip in a place that looks and sounds beautiful. I found a 5-hour farm to table experience, again on Airbnb that I went ahead and reserved. It involves picking produce on a farm and then preparing a meal whilst we sip local wines and beers and sample small dairy cheeses as the sun sets over the nearby Antiparos. I’m practically there already.
Our last night will be in Athens. We’ll have time to hit any last sights before our return home. Maybe you might have some suggestions?
*I went ahead and booked all of our ferries in advance spending about $300 total for two. That seems remarkably cheap to someone accustomed to paying $100 to travel r/t to NYC from Albany on Amtrak.
Working towards my goal of 25 half marathons by the time I’m 55 has me hustling and signing up for races beyond the Capital Region. Earlier this year that meant south to Sleepy Hollow, N.Y. and yesterday I went northwest to Northville, N.Y. for the inaugural running of the Sacandaga Half Marathon. While both were a bit of a drive, I’m really glad to have experienced each of them because they were just what I like in an event – small, community supported and scenic.
The drive Sunday morning provided an array of weather conditions- sun followed by rain and finally clouds, which ended up being ideal. Parking and bib pick up were as easy as I’ve ever seen. Small races really are awesome! At the 9:00 start Chrissy and I hung towards the back of pack of maybe 350 racers and committed to simply enjoying the journey. Goal set.
The course was pretty, particularly when the lake was in view. The hills were at times slightly more aggressive than rolling, but I observed that while we may not be especially fast on our feet, we eat hills. Seriously, neither of us really change pace when the hill is an incline and I was really proud of our strength. Running Muni all winter long definitely helps.
The last hour of the run was a challenge as the sun broke through and the humidity increased. Fortunately, water and Gatorade stops were plentiful and the oranges between miles 6 and 7 were a Godsend giving me a good burst of energy to tackle the remaining distance.
This was my first long run with my new inserts and my hips felt great, but the arch of my left foot was screaming. The thought of taking my shoes off was the motivation for my last mile. I crossed the line in 4th place for my division, but honestly I think there were only 6 of us in that particular group.
Post-Race we hit up the Sacandaga Kitchenette where we had fantastic breakfast sandwiches with a side order of hand cut fries. My ham, egg and cheddar on a roll was in my top 3 of breakfast sandwiches ever. It was absolutely delicious and the vibe in this ultra casual spot was great. We left town with hearts and bellies full. Next up – June’s New Paltz Challenge!
(I considered placing a warning here for male readers, but that would be a disservice to any guys who may appreciate skincare. Like my son.)
How do you care for your body’s biggest organ?* Do you moisturize? Exfoliate? Tone? Protect it from the sun? Or maybe you’re low maintenance and just allow it to breathe? Let’s talk about a skincare routine and preferred products.
But first a little history… I was raised by a seamstress who sold Avon on the side and have been devouring fashion and beauty magazines since middle school. I have a distinct memory of sitting in front of a mirror on the floor in my bedroom slathering my face (And neck! Do not neglect the neck!!) with some product, probably from Avon, and hoping that my freckles might fade. They didn’t disappear, but eventually my shame in having them did.
Since those days, my skincare routine has gone through countless revisions. There were the Clinique 3-step years which ultimately were ended by the 3-sons years. Who has time for 3 steps when they’re raising children?! I moved on to Philosophy’s Hope in a Jar, a facial cream that has the one-two appeal of great fragrance and a lovely light consistency. It came, however, with a price. That stuff was a bit of a splurge!
In recent years I’ve been a fan of the Origins skincare line. Again, the products smell amazing, but additionally the ingredients seem to be thoughtfully sourced and the price was more palatable. The array of options – light to heavier formulations for different seasons, cleansers, gentle exfoliants and eye creams all seemed to work for me and I’ve been pretty happy with the condition of my skin. But…
This year I decided to go in a different direction. I wanted to explore some low budget drugstore items to see if my skin responded differently than it does to the more high end lines. I’d like to simplify the number of potions and products on my shelf, but I am even more interested in economizing on my skincare purchases. Right now, I’m experimenting with Cerave (originally nicked from the bf’s medicine cabinet) with SPF for daytime use and First Aid Beauty (FAB) for night time. I think I’ll continue to use my Bliss** face wash and Origins toner but would certainly consider a new eye cream if you have a recommendation.
As far as the rest of my skin, although there are times I wish it could be a little thicker, I’ve been told it’s remarkably soft. Nivea for life.
How about you? Do you have a skincare routine to share?
*that’s your skin btw, fellas
** we take our bliss where we find it, people!
All of the photos in this post were taken with my Nikon D60, a camera I’ve had for about twelve years and have taken to at least a dozen different countries. From the very first time I held it in my hands, I’ve loved it. My camera has performed like a champ, as reliable as rain Tulip Fest weekend and ridiculously overpriced brunch on Mother’s Day, while capturing images that provided tangible evidence of life lived.
My very last day in Ireland something happened to my trusty travel chronicler. I had taken a couple of pictures without issue, but when I next tried to capture something that caught my eye, instead of hearing the click of the shutter, I instead received an error message. Hmmm.
I tried all my tricks – removing the battery, pushing a bunch of buttons, googling possible solutions…all to no avail. At my earliest opportunity, I called Cameraworks, a great camera repair shop that I had brought the Nikon to last year for some maintenance, and set up a time to bring it in for a diagnosis. But, then I started thinking, maybe it was time for a new camera body.
As I began considering the advantages of a new Nikon, I felt a combination of excitement and mild sadness. My D60 served me so well, but I know a new camera will offer all sorts of features I’ve never had before. I reached out to a professional photographer friend and he told me that my camera owes me nothing after a dozen years of dependability. He also said he’d personally be concerned that, even if the camera was repaired, something else might malfunction at any time. What if the error had occurred on my first day in Ireland rather than my last?
I guess it’s time to start camera shopping. I wouldn’t want to miss a single sunset in Greece.
How can I be late
If there’s nowhere I need to be?
How can I be lost
If I don’t know where I’m going?
How can I have an appetite for tomorrow
When I’m full from just today?
How can I be anything other than delighted
To be exactly where I am?