Travel Theme: Dazzling

This week, the theme at Where’s My Backpack? is: dazzling. So why wait? Let’s get dazzled.

The other day, my neighbor’s tree was an explosive cascade of color as the sun went long and gold against it.

reeses tree

There’s a reason the “golden hour” is photographically special.

When in Rome…go and tour the Vatican. I almost said I didn’t want to see it, but George insisted we go, and I’m so glad we did. It’s difficult to pick any one thing that was more dazzling or glorious than the next, though many of the fabulous features have already been photographed by a bajillion people. (Think Sistine Chapel, which really is tremendous.)

And then there is the map room. Corridor. Gallery. Every square inch of that room was covered in some kind of fantastic, elaborate painting or sculpture or carving. It was astonishing. Even after walking through most of the Vatican museum and galleries, I still gasped. And was overwhelmed. And had to leave; it was quickly too much.

It goes on and on and on...

It goes on and on and on…

And then we go to the Outer Banks. Sunrise on the Atlantic Ocean can dazzle a person on its own, without anything added to it.

#NoFilter

#NoFilter

The bars in Reykjavik put on a glitzy show during the Christmas season. This is but one of them. And it is highly recommended.

Glamorous, yet cozy.

Glamorous, yet cozy.

And finally, here is a bit of razzle-dazzle right here at home, on my window sill. I’m not entirely sure why the designer thought these lucite deer deserved to be given the Jabba the Hutt/Slave Leia treatment, but there they are nonetheless. Plus, they sure do catch the light beautifully, don’t they?

dazzling

You never can tell what you’ll find in a thrift store.

Are you dazzled yet? If not, let Richard Gere give you a little Razzle-Dazzle out the door (and if you haven’t seen Chicago, then change that immediately).

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Central PA Living: Jerseytown Tavern

Snuggled into a northeastern corner of central PA, tiny little Jerseytown (pop. 184) is home to the Jerseytown Tavern, the (self-proclaimed) Bluegrass Capital of Columbia County.

The banner says so.

It’s true. The banner says so.

The Tavern is, basically, a house that’s been converted into a bar and restaurant, and from what I understand, the food is pretty good. Next time, we’ll go for dinner. Every Wednesday night, local musicians pile into this little road house and find a spot for themselves on their one small stage. With one condenser microphone between them. And they bust out some fiddlin’, banjo-in’, dobro-in’, guitar-in’, singin’, butt-shakin’, boot-scootin’ down-home bluegrass and old-school country.

What's that thing overhead..?

What’s that thing overhead..?

And they do it all surrounded by some of the strangest decor I have ever seen in a bar.

Look carefully over the guitarist’s head. That’s right. It’s a “hang in there” raccoon, painted onto the ceiling tile. Every other ceiling tile has some kind of adornment on it, like a chess board full of bizarre.

There’s this zebra.

Hey, buddy! Why the long face?

Hey, buddy! Why the long face? *nyuk nyuk*

And these floating space rabbits and bears. Are those rabbits wearing…is that lederhosen?

 

Wait until they bare their fangs. #TheHorror

Watch out, deer. We’re here to turn you into pants. #TheHorror

No, no lederhosen. They’re just wearing rompers. Boring floating space bunnies in rompers. But…why?

This one is my personal favorite. It’s former President Bill Clinton, playing saxophone.

Nice, uh...shorts. Bill.

Nice, uh…shorts. Bill.

The entire bar is covered in wood etchings. Dig the squirrel who guards my beer.

Thanks, Mr. Squirrel!

Thanks, Mr. Squirrel!

Bonus: They had some really good beers on tap.

And then…the wooden support post…there’s…uh…

Dreamy. Thanks to George for playing along!

Dreamy.
Thanks to George for playing along!

OK, OK, the decor is fun and quirky and all but, there’s the music, right? We went there for the music. What about that?

Because that is how we roll in central PA.

Sing it, Mary.

Oh, we’ll be back.

See you at the Jerseytown Tavern, everyone!

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