adventures in boston

So as I mentioned before, Ryan and I went to Boston last weekend to see my favorite podcast ever. Lore.

Once we realized that a winter storm was coming and some other plans fell through, we booked a hotel and made it a long weekend. We stayed just outside the city because parking is a nightmare. And since we were traveling through Massachusetts, Ryan decided it was the perfect opportunity to check out Treehouse Brewing in Monson. Needless to say we both had a pretty good weekend.

Oh and if you're ever in Sturbridge, go to Lola's. You wont regret it.

Until the next adventure, peace out, lifers.

- Allison Rae

adventures in heidelberg

The city of old stone bridges, older castle ruins, and even older universities. Birthplace of kings, x-men, and little liars. Home of four rugby clubs, dual doctrine churches, and one rabbit hole of a christmas shop. Our adventure for a weekend.

Until the next adventure. Peace out, cub scouts. 

- A. Rae

what's in a mile or three thousand six hundred sixty-five

Tomorrow, the other half of me is jet setting back to the US. Heading back to start, what could very well be, his last year of grad school. He'll be an eight hour flight and six hour time difference away from me.

Home.

That magical place I'll eventually be again. The one that's just forty-nine more days away - not that I'm counting. But I will be counting down the hours until I hear his voice again. Because the radio silence when he's on the plane will be the worst part. Hours and hours of waiting, wondering, and worrying.

But I'm determined not to succumb to my very over active imagination with worse case scenarios. I'm going to keep myself busy. Starting with pictures of him.

I love you, cutie. Be safe.

- Me

adventures in beer

Trappist Beer.  Brewed by monks, playing second fiddle to a life of silence, and whose profits support the less fortunate. Taste testing along each stop, four of the elite eleven scattered in the world were our adventure for the weekend.

Until the next beerventure. Drink up, buttercup. 

-A. Rae