As a student in an intense New Testament Ph.D. program, sometimes I feel my interest-world closing in around me. I learn more and more about this collection of 27 books—and especially the one, awesomest text of them all, the Gospel According to Mark—but in so doing I become dumber and dumber about other things. For instance, I used to know what a mole is in chemistry. I used to play the trombone. I used to draw and paint and work in a church archives. Most of the time now, I read about the New Testament, write about the New Testament, and grade unending stacks of papers on the New Testament.
Those of you who know me, of course, know that I buck against this singularity of focus. I listen to podcasts religiously and attempt to be full of facts regarding the world around me. I love German and am starting an adventure to be better at it. I have pop cultural interests: TV shows, music, and movies to which I have degrees of allegiance. I like to read and have broken my former, pitiful trend of only reading for school by reading at least six novels since October.
But the interest that I don’t have to put forth effort to sustain is most broadly categorized as an interest in adventure. This craving for the new and strange takes two much more specific forms: 1) a fascination with (or addiction to) travel; and 2) a desire for weird, special, or interesting food. These two expressions of my love for new experiences are fantastic in combination!
My travel destinations need not be exotic. I’m happy with a trip to Halo Farm and the Trenton Farmer’s Market just down Route One from our home.
I’m thrilled with a new museum exhibit or a ticket to a play in a nearby theater. I’m even more ecstatic when a trip for a professional conference gives the opportunity to get in tune with the pulse of a new town and try some local specialties. I love to camp and hike and go to the beach. I love a good roller coaster and the shrill scream that belongs with it.
Not only to I love travel and eating while I’m traveling (or home, trying out a hidden, local gem), but I have opinions about these things. If you travel somewhere I have been, you’ll probably have to hear about these opinions. So, a travel and food blog has been something that has been percolating in my brain for a few months now. It also gives me increased license to indulge my penchant for taking food photos (often to the chagrin of my long-suffering husband).
So, when my trip to Berlin came together, I thought that this would be a perfect time to begin. I’m going to want to update friends and family, but might prefer the interactive format of a blog better than a weekly mass email. Honestly, though, I hope it won’t stop here. Charlie and I have gotten really good at finding an adventure around every turn, something that punctuates our everyday life with some spice, literally or figuratively. Here it goes.