tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59311440148744297852024-03-12T19:24:49.260-07:00Graph 1+1One photograph, one paragraph.Carlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13992343377892302386noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931144014874429785.post-66545085977779592932012-10-15T19:53:00.001-07:002012-10-17T21:43:50.743-07:00City.<a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U4mMhr_gSF0/UHzMKcd9ffI/AAAAAAAAASc/hEw2ABZMhTg/s640/blogger-image-1569559695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U4mMhr_gSF0/UHzMKcd9ffI/AAAAAAAAASc/hEw2ABZMhTg/s400/blogger-image-1569559695.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">i love you atlanta.</span><br />
Everyday my hearts finds a moment where it is overwhelmed by how much I love living in Atlanta. Whether it's walking to work looking out to the foggy skyline, or driving at night when the buildings are lit up and beautiful, or feeling like Rocky as I jog pass the train tracks at a golden pink sunset, this place is really amazing. Then again, I would probably find beauty and joy anywhere I go as long as I embrace it and surround myself with people and things that fulfill me.Carlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13992343377892302386noreply@blogger.com0Atlanta Atlanta33.805101 -84.421987tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931144014874429785.post-61847910582038890742012-08-14T15:37:00.001-07:002012-08-14T15:37:18.174-07:00Family.The Nash family had our first-ever family reunion this past weekend at the beach! I have never had a real reunion on either side of my family and really didn't know what to expect. Out of the 22 people who came, I only knew about half--and there were 9 of us "kids" ages 20-27. It was really interesting putting us all in one condo and getting to know each other through sharing beds and late night games! I can't wait for the next family reunion...<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2Enl0uUKwwk/UCrTHONl4iI/AAAAAAAAASE/qiL4AsKXtew/s640/blogger-image--946595675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2Enl0uUKwwk/UCrTHONl4iI/AAAAAAAAASE/qiL4AsKXtew/s640/blogger-image--946595675.jpg" /></a></div>Carlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13992343377892302386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931144014874429785.post-32021162086532655092012-08-03T18:08:00.001-07:002012-08-03T18:16:46.791-07:0020.When did we grow up? I can hardly believe my baby brother turned 20 last weekend. Somehow that age seems eons older than I even am. No way am I one of those big kids who can drive, let alone a college girl... Oh wait! I'm graduated, living in the city by myself with a full time job, a 401k and life insurance policy. WHEN DID ALL THAT HAPPEN?? When did I grow up? <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-l5f2xrkJ4o0/UBx2FipjklI/AAAAAAAAARY/7_YfGHv-rb0/s640/blogger-image-304799358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-l5f2xrkJ4o0/UBx2FipjklI/AAAAAAAAARY/7_YfGHv-rb0/s640/blogger-image-304799358.jpg" /></a></div>Carlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13992343377892302386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931144014874429785.post-28417793623044837732012-08-03T18:06:00.001-07:002012-08-08T19:44:29.389-07:00Networking.Networking- isn't that a great work? It can just mean so many things, like a BBQ night at Sweetwater Brewery! Marketing and PR people know how to work (it). This picture is with a few of the girls I work with at the photo booth. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0tQJ9Iuz1mQ/UBx1e9s_dRI/AAAAAAAAARI/obSgnBENxac/s640/blogger-image--1727992182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0tQJ9Iuz1mQ/UBx1e9s_dRI/AAAAAAAAARI/obSgnBENxac/s640/blogger-image--1727992182.jpg" /></a></div>Carlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13992343377892302386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931144014874429785.post-9984057974183771512012-08-03T17:41:00.001-07:002012-08-06T16:17:03.531-07:00Break-in.Well, the ATL definitely welcomed me to the city. A casual dinner at a restaurant .5miles from my office and 1 mile from my apartment ended with my car window being smashed in and my work bag being stollen. Contents taken: beautiful bag, 2 MacBook Pro computers (work and personal), iPod and my new notebooks full of my fry few weeks of training. Basically my life- I was devastated. What is almost a worse crime than the break-in was the hour and 46 minutes it took a police officer I show up. Normally I wouldn't complain because I'd hope they were tending to more immediate situations, but it was midnight in downtown Atlanta and I was in a parking lot by myself. I called 911 three times asking for someone to come soon due to the sketchy characters driving, parking and walking through the lot where I stood. I was mentally freaking myself out more than anything. Fortunately the cop that showed up was the nixed police officer I've met and did all he could. Nothing came of it and my bag and computers are gone for good. 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Anytime I see ginger beer on the menu, I always order a Moscow Mule. The other night at Bistro Nikko, however, was the fist copper cup I've had... kudos! Carlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13992343377892302386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931144014874429785.post-20278294394977571312012-07-05T09:55:00.000-07:002012-07-05T09:57:03.702-07:00Nurture.<a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XkaSfgAsTIQ/T_XEmflv_OI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zo2WuFLEkuA/s640/blogger-image-576550131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XkaSfgAsTIQ/T_XEmflv_OI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zo2WuFLEkuA/s320/blogger-image-576550131.jpg" width="233" /></a>I bought myself a housewarming present: a basil plant! I love cooking with the herb, and I felt that my big girl apartment needed a plant. I got the prettiest, healthiest one Trader Joes had to offer and found the perfect spot for it on my patio. Bad idea. Let's just say, "Out of sight, out of mind." Well, at least out of sight for me. Needless to say, it was a more than optimal location for the sun's sight. As you can imagine, after a mere two days of raging Georgia heat and lack of water, my poor basil plant was all but withered dead. Ironically, it was a mild reflection of how drained and lonely I felt after my first week in Atlanta with no furniture or roommate.<br />
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On our second day in Florence, we hopped on a tour for an afternoon in Chianti. The stops included a couple medieval villages, including Monteriggioni, and a winery. Sant Appiano winery was centuries old, and produced Chianti Classico. We obviously has a wine tasting here, sampling two delicious Chianti Wines, a Super Tusan and a Rosato. It was Hunter's first tasting experience. Also, Mom got a small journal to start taking her own tasting notes!Carlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13992343377892302386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931144014874429785.post-33444486535872375002012-06-12T00:38:00.001-07:002012-06-12T00:41:09.520-07:00Bike.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For our last day in Florence, and the Tuscany region, Hunter, Mom and I geared up for a bike tour through the hills and vineyards of the Chianti country. Before we started peddling, however, we visited the coolest castle and wine estate in the Florentine Hills. I loved the views from the tower, seeing how and where the grapes used for Italy's Vin Santo dessert wine we're dried, and learning about olive oil production. The samples we tasted we're not disappointing. The bike portion was not disappointing either. It was surreal to be cruising past the vines and flowers; so beautiful! The whole day was really perfect. Our guides were incredibly helpful, funny, nice and knowledgable. It was definitely an activity I would love to do again.Carlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13992343377892302386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931144014874429785.post-25189788768317435332012-06-12T00:34:00.002-07:002012-06-12T01:42:34.311-07:00Venice.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We packed up and took the train from Florence to Venice, a quick 2 hour trip. Of course it downpoured the second we walked out to try and find the right water bus to take us to our hotel! 45 minutes later we managed to piece the broken English advice together and make it to our hotel's port. Another 20 minutes of dragging our luggage up and down the cobblestone streets and having shop owners pull up the iPhone map to point us in the right direction, we stumbled into the hotel. Venice is about the most confusing and illogical street system I've ever seen! We got lost each and every time we tried to find the hotel again. We did enjoy the lively streets, picturesque canals and yummy seafood. For as touristy as te whole city is, however, it is not visitor-friendly!Carlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13992343377892302386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931144014874429785.post-72941175845447069892012-06-12T00:25:00.001-07:002012-06-12T00:25:38.037-07:00Florence.Florence has been my favorite city to visit so far. Full of tourists, everyone is so friendly and accommodating! You can get gelato or granita (my new favorite slushie) in just about every other shop--leather goods in the alternating ones. We spent one solid day exploring and making the rounds of the must-see sites, including David in the academia, il Duomo, etc. Our Florentine guide, Bernie, grew up in the area and went to the same high school that Galileo looked through telescopes and where da Vinci painted Mona Lisa! He was a proud alum. There are so many day trips you can take from Florence, and we chose an afternoon in Chianti and a bike day through the region the next two days. For dinner, we had one fun, casual night eating outside in a lively piazza, one salami and cheese night in the hotel before Hunter and I went bar crawling, and one 5 star (by the quality, not price) meal. I will never forget our food at Acqua al 2. A five pasta sampler, amazing Greek salad and the blueberry fillet will be hard to beat anywhere! <br />
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We toured one of Cortona’s most renowned wineries on Wednesday.
Everything we have been learning in lectures finally clicked when we could see
the vines, trellises, fermenting barrels, aging wines, etc. In addition to the
detailed tour, we, of course, sampled the wine—including the sparkling! The
owner, an attractive 30-year-old Italian (Momma Mia!), taught us a very
valuable wine-opening technique…with a sword! A few in our group took turns
opening the bottles. Stephanie can definitely claim the most dramatic opening.</div>
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When in Italy, eat! But seriously, all we do it eat. If someone were to observe our eating habits I am confident they would be disturbed by our group of eight girls! This picture shows us in action, casually sharing four pizzas...and an appetizer, and three plates of dessert cookies and chocolates. The best part is, when we aren't eating, we are talking about food—how good it was, what we will be eating next, etc. We were craving this pizza again last night, but when we got there it was closed and we decided to go for lunch today instead. This morning, my roommate literally sat up in bed and said, "I am so excited about pizza today!" Case closed.Carlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13992343377892302386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931144014874429785.post-7384558763112749842012-05-24T01:04:00.000-07:002012-05-25T23:37:18.552-07:00Sangria.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes, that is 5 bottles of red wine, a variety of fruit and a
splash of orange soda in a bucket in the woods. Like I have mentioned before,
here in Cortona, we take our classroom wine lessons just about anywhere! We had
a fun night in the park drinking Sangria and watching the sunset. Our plastic
cups, blue bucket and 2 Euro wine may not scream classy, but with a view like
we’ve got, you don’t need much else…</div>Carlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13992343377892302386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931144014874429785.post-14365854173903297222012-05-21T05:23:00.003-07:002012-05-24T01:05:59.480-07:00Market.<br />
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On Saturdays, la Piazza Republica turns into a giant market,
overflowing with vendors selling clothes, shoes, fresh fruits and veggies, and
even meats and seafood. I felt right at home—just another Saturday at the
Farmers Market! You could literally get anything you wanted and it seemed that
everyone in town was there shopping around. I purchased a couple soft scarves
and drooled over a pair of <span style="font-family: Symbol;">1</span>50 Euro leather boots. My conscious got the best of me, and I decided to sleep on it and
wait until next weekend to make the decision…so far sleep has only led to
dreaming about them! </div>Carlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13992343377892302386noreply@blogger.com0