Now, it is no secret that I enjoy, more than most things,
Friday 28 February 2014
Cabo
Wednesday 19 February 2014
Party of 12 in Vermont
This past weekend I went with 11 friends to have a
President’s day/Valentine’s day getaway at my friend, Maren’s, vacation home in
Grand Isle, Vermont.
All 12 of us packed our bodies, our duffels, a keg, 3
handles of Vodka, one bottle of tequila, a box of Franzia and probably 15 bags
of potato chips into 2 SUVs and hit the road.
After 5+ hours of driving (and a very unfavorable experience
at a rest stop) we arrived at Maren’s home.
This is the second year that my friends have visited Maren’s
Vermont home, however, last year I was studying abroad in London when they went
so this was my first time there. I had been told that the house slept 20 people
and we would be what my friends call “glamping”. However, I did not anticipate
just how unbelievable and beautiful and quirky in all the right ways this house
would be.
I set out on Friday prepared for a weekend filled with fun
and outdoor beer Olympics – I did not prepare for the full on love affair with
Maren’s home.
This environmentally friendly house is GIGANTIC yet quaint and
has unbelievable views of Lake Champlain...which is in the backyard.
So, initially I was going to fill this post with stories of 12
college seniors with varying personalities and a capacity for being quite
strange trying to make our precious last semester of “freedom” count as much as
we can. However, while all the craziness I expected did occur, I’ll choose to
be chaste and keep my mouth shut (what happens in Vermont, stays in Vermont?)
and, instead, share photos of this amazing Vermont “cabin” with you. And some
scenic images as well because…how could I not?
And the coolest part of the weekend? Taking a ferry over
semi-frozen water to get to Grand Isle (because, I’m not sure if you were
aware…I wasn’t until very recently… but Grand Isle is actually an island! Go
figure.)
We returned home to Fordham yesterday night feeling hungover
yet, somehow, refreshed – must be that Vermont air…and all the laughing. It certainly
wasn’t the potato chips.
For some context, this photo was taken by a rickety old
ferry worker who might be blind because he thought this photo turned out well.
However, I think that a photo more perfectly staged would not suit this
particular group of individuals...my valentines.
P.S. I’m writing this post from a plane on my way to Cabo.
I’ll stay put when I’m dead. More posts to come!!!
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