Norwegian Jade Cruise, Day 1: Welcome Aboard

I have no wry or cynical David Foster Wallace-ish observations on this cruise other than what I mentioned about pre-boarding unpleasantness before departing Venice. Once aboard the ship we had a lovely week, with epic destinations, flawless weather, friendly service, and delightful food. In a week we passed through Dubrovnik, Athens, Ephesus, and Split.

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Venice, Day 4: Departure

We have a few hours to kill between hotel check-out and cruise boarding, and our hotel is nice enough to keep our bags in storage for the day. It’s enough time to go to the Chiesa di San Pantalon and see Fumiani’s famous ceiling painting of the life of Saint Pantaleon: a masterpiece of trompe-l’oeil which makes the church appear taller than it is, open to a sky spilling over with baroque figures in every direction. It is a wonder to just sit there, looking up, for an hour. No photography allowed.

Also, in my mind, I have rechristened “San Pantalon” as “Saint Pants.”

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Venice, Day 3: Touristy Stuff

Today is reserved for the touristy stuff around San Marco: the Piazza, the Basilica, the Campanile, the Doge’s Palace, the Rialto Bridge. After another breakfast of rolls and croissants and Nutella and ham at Ristorante Ribot we hop aboard the No. 1 Vaporetto at Piazzale Roma for a ride down the Grand Canal to San Marco. (Walking in Venice is nice but we’re trying to beat the day-tripper crowd to the piazza this morning.) It’s cloudier today, the color not as great for photos, but this is Venice, and everything looks lovely regardless of light.

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Venice, Day 2: Art

Awakened in the early morning by a thunderstorm, the first and only instance of inclement weather we experience in Venice. Lightning flashes outside, and a few drops of water come into the hotel room through the open window; nothing worth closing it for. On second waking, the rain is over. The canal outside is bright green. Complimentary breakfast at Ristorante Ribot is a simple affair of rolls and croissants with thinly sliced Italian ham and coffee and juice. I discover the joy of Nutella.

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Venice, Day 1: Arrival

Riding on the right side of the plane flying into VCE (Venice Marco Polo Airport), we are treated to a lovely aerial view of Venice as we descend from west of the airport.

Venice from the Air

After getting our luggage (just one suitcase shared between us plus two rolling backpacks), it’s a long walk through the concourse to the ground transportation desk. 5 euro per person, one way on the ATVO Express bus to Piazzale Roma, then a 16 minute wait for the bus outside terminal, 20 minute ride down Via Orlanda and over Ponte Della Liberta to Venice. The bus is covered in a wraparound ad that makes the windows fuzzy but out the front I can see Venice draw nearer, the view marred only slightly by giant ships at the cruise port. (Can’t really complain; we’ll be sailing out on one of those ships soon.) Some kind of 1950s Beach-Boys-like music is playing anachronistically on the radio as we pull into Piazzale Roma.

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Atlanta Weekend

Work sent me to Atlanta last weekend for SMACSS and AWA12 at the GTRI Conference Center. Amy came along to see the High Art Museum and Botanical Garden while I workshopped and conferenced, and we both visited the Georgia Aquarium before heading home. While in Atlanta we stayed at the Midtown Artmore Hotel, a short walk from the conference venue.

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Year Ten

This comes a bit late, but March 30th marked ten years since The Jump, when I moved to the US from the Philippines in 2002. I visited National Airport the week of that anniversary to take a few photos, to remember.

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A Saturday in Lorton

We went down to Lorton, VA a couple of Saturdays ago to check out the Workhouse Arts Center open house, but left earlier in the day to drop by Gunston Hall and Mason Neck. (The latter two, while technically not in Lorton, are close enough to be considered part of the area.)

Gunston Hall

Gunston Hall, home and estate of U.S. patriot George Mason, follows the familiar pattern of Virginia plantation estate-turned-museum that we had seen before at Mount Vernon, Monticello, and Ashlawn: visitor center with parking, set off from original mansion with guided tours through restored rooms (no photography), outbuildings and reconstructed slave quarters to the side, and gardens and grounds and burial site of the patriot in question.

Gunston Hall Visitor Center Diorama

Being somewhat less famous than other Founders’ estates, parts of Gunston Hall showed signs of some age and neglect: notably missing artifacts and dead lights in the visitor center museum. We were the only two people there for the 4PM guided tour, with just a handful of people visible on the grounds at all. The house and grounds themselves were in fairly good condition, however.

Gunston Hall

We toured the two-level house, the outbuildings, the boxwood garden walkway, the bluff overlooking the Deer Park, and the Mason Burial Ground, accessible down this tree-lined path.

Gunston Hall

Before leaving the area we decided to turn away from Lorton and see what Mason Neck Park had to offer in the way of vistas. So we drove to the very end of the road (paying a $4 parking fee at a gatehouse) and ended up at a little visitor center with a nice view of the Occoquan River where it meets the Potomac. There were kayak and canoe rentals, and birdhouses along the shore. We found a tree swallow peering out from a birdhouse set up by VBS.

Tree Swallow in Bluebird House

Then, a drive back inland to Lorton to view artists’ galleries at the Lorton Workhouse Arts Center Open House event. A former federal penitentiary, Workhouse had been turned into a community of artists leasing studios in converted work buildings. A wide variety of artists had work up, and each building had its own spread of art — and food — for visitors.

Lorton Workhouse Arts Center
Lorton Workhouse Arts Center

I was especially enthralled by Kevin and Crystal Rodrigue’s bin of old — and working! — cameras.

Bin of Old Cameras

As an added bonus to a full day, we found an alternate route back home from Lorton that went quite fast up Ox Rd into Fairfax, which saved me the stress of driving up I-95 and the Beltway. Full photoset from our Lorton Saturday here.