Life on the Runn...

The past few weekends have combined some of our favorite things - you know, other than traveling, Colorado, hiking, and fro yo...those are my most favorite things. We headed to Chicago two weeks ago catch our second Tedeschi Trucks Band concert in as many months.  I feel it is safe to admit now that I was not too optimistic as we headed into our first show in November.  Many a 'fights' have ensued on long car rides when I turn to the next song on the playlist just as the "best part of the whole song", the guitar solo, heads into its seventh minute.  This always prompts Brian to remind me that "this is actual good music, and nobody will be listening to the garbage on the radio forty years from now," but, really, who isn't going to lose her mind when she's into round two of "The Wall" and only half way to her destination?  Really! I was totally sold, however, when it came to Tedeschi Trucks Band - once I got over the near wall-to-wall cr

Our original plan for winter break had not involved international travel, but you know what they say about those best laid plans.  Reykjavik is an awesome little town - friendly, postcard-like, and a little 'crusty'.  Almost immediately, I had determined that, instead of retiring to Turkey, I will spend my non-working days in Reykjavik, sipping coffee and practicing my Icelandic. And thus, after our first few hours in Iceland, we were convinced that this trip, which was put together in about two days -- stressful!!! -- was destined for success.   Reykjavik  And then Monday happened.  The skies were gray and we nearly froze while dressing for our snorkeling adventure.  What the heck were we thinking?  ( Snorkeling along tectonic plates was really cool once my face went numb.  Who knew that a numb faces and hands were actually a good thing? )   Dingvellir National Park snorkeling in 35 degree weather - because Iceland With Tuesday came wind like I have neve