Thursday I had the opportunity to be a tourist in my own area. To visit places that I had known as a child, but to explore in ways more appealing to an adult. My very dear friend Candy (Angel‘s Grandma) knew that I have been without transportation of my own for far too long. My independent spirit longs to be out and about interacting with people and nature.
I am sure you will hear more about my relationship with Candy as well as some of our wild adventures from our crazy (older) youth. She is one of the best people who will never grow up. She was trying to remind me that I have that type of spirit as well.
Candy happened to have a misfortune of transportation of her own recently. As a result, she was given a loaner vehicle for a week. One with so many bells and whistles and cameras and tv screens; where the seats went up/down, forward/backward, inflate/deflate… we did not have time to figure it all out. It even comes with a spaceage key and buttons on the remote control it will take more than a week to figure out.
(I know because one of them automatically lowered the rear hatch onto my head!)
Of course you know I had to fit in some thrifting once I got away from the house.
At our first stop I found these wonderful decorative bells.
Being a St. Bernard mom you know I had to have them regardless of price, but they were at a decent $1 each. Not the original tourist price, I am sure.
It also gave me an idea of where else we could be tourists.
On the way to that destination we passed through a very tourist oriented town, one that dries up when the “season” ends. We stopped at an arts gallery featuring regional crafts works.
which also has a delightful wild garden behind it.
The artworks are fanciful, creative, and look like they could be made from found objects.
Just down the street from there is a consignment shop.
The items inside are interesting to look at, but the main attraction was a wonderful Black and White border collie named Lulu who enticed us into a game of frisbee.
The prices at the consignment shop were aimed at tourists.
Getting closer to our destination I was showing her a shopping mall where I was a security guard over nights while it was under construction.
We decided to investigate some of the shops, as this, too, is not somewhere I would do my own retail therapy.
The first store we visited is called Intentions.
It may be called a New Age or Metaphysical shop.
Crystals, Stones, Runes, self-help books, meditative and relaxation music, music from third world instruments,
incense, aromatherapy, numerology and reiki treatments.
Then, being the big kids we are, we had to stop at the toy shop.
Designed to feel as if one is exploring a castle.
Candy and I are both huge castle and medieval fans.
But we had more to investigate, as well as she had over a 3 hour ride home.
My good friend did not let the distance (or massive road construction) interfere with a day trip she felt I needed.
Our destination stop was one I had been priviledged to be invited to several times as a child. It is used as a girl scout meeting house.
Cameras were not allowed inside, so we took a brief tour, heard the history, and did some self exploration afterwards.
is built as a traditional Austrian home of the early 1900s.
Traditional costuming and intricate carving and ironwork make a beautiful piece of history.
Have I mentioned Candy has this incurable adventurous spirit?
Did I mention all the Haus people had gone home?
It was a long, steep drop down to an awfully brown river.
I know she will not forget, and another day, we will find ourselves further down the hill.
We did some other touristy looking around but as it was after 6pm I said I had to get back to the farm. The dogs would start to feel abandoned.
On the way, I saw more garage sale signs.
Disbelieving, Candy said no one would be open any more at this late hour.
So what could I do- I had to prove her wrong.
We did at least 7 more garages sales before I said lets head home.
She still said she could not believe people were out doing this at night.
What could I say?
I said I was certain that we would find yet another sale to stop at before she got me home, even though we were driving back country roads.
I apologize for the change in type and font during the post. It was unintentional. If I knew how, I would fix it.