Just feeling a bit contemplative this morning as I begin my day….

There is something about autumn that makes me a little thoughtful.  Maybe it is the realization that the warm sunny days are nearing a close and the gorgeous vines and trees in our garden will be losing their luscious leaves in the coming months.  I noticed that the light was changing when Robbie and I took a day off this past week to celebrate our ten year wedding anniversary.  We drove through the rolling hills of grape vines and headed over to St Helena to visit our friends at Neyers Vineyard.  They treated us to scrumptious chardonnay and freshly baked cookies…so lovely are Barbara and Phoebe, it is crush time so they are busy as can be! Phoebe showed us how 50,000 pounds of grapes had arrived that morning and made their way through the crushing machines–and we even saw the chardonnay juice fermenting.

We went into downtown St Helena afterwards and popped in to see one of our favorite stores Pearl….so chic.  I can never go in without finding one amazing piece that I can’t possibly go home without.  Afterwards we treated ourselves to a cozy dinner at The Martini House and toasted the last ten years of marriage.  So many shared  triumphs and moments of growth we have experienced together.  The passage of time is truly amazing.

As we reminisced over our past experiences we began the process of dreaming about the next ten years…..

I can hardly wait to see what is to come and what we will create.


–Robindira

Melissa and I are just finishing the Boston leg of our journey so last night I took a trip down memory lane as my life actually unofficially began here in Boston.

A few moons ago my dad graduated from college in Cambridge and began driving a cab here in Boston….and it is in this very cab that he met my mom. I know you are shaking your head–but it is true.  One day my mom actually got into my dad’s cab and well, the rest is history.

Last night Melissa and I were having dinner on Newbury St and I sent my dad a quick e-mail to let him know where I was and he responded with “Ah, This is where it all began” so this led us on a scavenger hunt of sorts with my dad on the phone searching for Marlborough St and the apartment where my parents fell in love.  We walked down gorgeous tree lined streets and by old churches with cascading ivy and flowering vines and at last I think we found it.  A red brick house with a wrought iron gate….a homecoming of sorts.

I stood outside and gazed up at the windows thinking back to days long past and took a photo to show my dad. I am glad they made the journey and that I returned to witness a glimpse of my own history.


-Robindira

After spending a week in the Bodrum penninsula in Turkey, we took a boat over to the Greek island of Kos.  These were the final days of our trip and it was such a treat to fill our days with varying degrees of lounging coupled with a bit of history.  Kos is famous for being the home of Hippocrates and we had the opportunity to visit the timeworn tree that Hippocrates used to instruct his students under.

Here is a sampling of my favorite snapshots.

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