During many of our travels we have enjoyed choosing artwork to hang on our walls. Looking at them brings back a lovely memory. We have to ruefully admit that with most of them, the frames are more expensive than the artwork. Still, the memories they hold are very valuable and priceless for us. We haven't bought something during every trip we took, but I'll show you what we have collected.
This was the first piece of art we bought together.
We'd been walking around the Honolulu Zoo in Waikiki and saw an art fair going on.
An art student was selling her watercolors and we both liked this piece. It was very inexpensive and too difficult to resist even for poor college students.
When our kids were born, we lived in Chicago and traveled around the U.S. exploring different states.
In Arizona, we took the Thunderbird Canyon tour of Canyon de Chelly on an open air rooftop truck.
We did also take the kids to England in 1990 and then later in 1993 to Rome, but did not buy any artwork to hang.
Here is the open air truck we rode in at Canyon de Chelly.
You can see the truck itself in the background in the bottom photo.
When we took mom to see the same canyon about 20 years later we were shocked to discover that the Thunderbird tour was no longer offered because one of the trucks had overturned and a University of Hawaii astronomy professor had been killed.
We bought that Navajo rug above at the Thunderbird Lodge.
Art was always looking for good travel deals. Cancun was our next place to explore and the kids loved it.
They went up ahead with Art to the top of the Mayan temple while I took videos of them climbing. I followed and made the mistake of stopping about 3/4 of the way up to catch a breath. That's when I looked down and totally froze. The stairs were incredibly steep. I couldn't get myself to move up or down. I wanted to plaster myself to the steps. Art finally looked down and saw me frozen and coaxed me to just look at my feet and go up. I did and then did the same thing going down. I was imagining having a helicopter come and rescue me.
Our happy memento of that travel experience was this Mayan inscription of our wedding date. I thought it would be a good reminder for Art.
I'm still trying to forget the fact that I did get hit by Montezuma's Revenge on that trip.
Now that we managed England, Rome and Cancun we thought it was time to take the kids to Japan to meet some of my relatives and see the country of their grandparents' birth.
We stopped at the Kyoto Handicraft Center where the kids got to try their hand at woodblock printing. We bought a print to remember our first trip to Japan together as a family.
Tomorrow I'll share the next trip which Art and I took on our own for the first time without the kids.
This was the first piece of art we bought together.
We'd been walking around the Honolulu Zoo in Waikiki and saw an art fair going on.
An art student was selling her watercolors and we both liked this piece. It was very inexpensive and too difficult to resist even for poor college students.
When our kids were born, we lived in Chicago and traveled around the U.S. exploring different states.
In Arizona, we took the Thunderbird Canyon tour of Canyon de Chelly on an open air rooftop truck.
We did also take the kids to England in 1990 and then later in 1993 to Rome, but did not buy any artwork to hang.
Here is the open air truck we rode in at Canyon de Chelly.
You can see the truck itself in the background in the bottom photo.
When we took mom to see the same canyon about 20 years later we were shocked to discover that the Thunderbird tour was no longer offered because one of the trucks had overturned and a University of Hawaii astronomy professor had been killed.
We bought that Navajo rug above at the Thunderbird Lodge.
Art was always looking for good travel deals. Cancun was our next place to explore and the kids loved it.
They went up ahead with Art to the top of the Mayan temple while I took videos of them climbing. I followed and made the mistake of stopping about 3/4 of the way up to catch a breath. That's when I looked down and totally froze. The stairs were incredibly steep. I couldn't get myself to move up or down. I wanted to plaster myself to the steps. Art finally looked down and saw me frozen and coaxed me to just look at my feet and go up. I did and then did the same thing going down. I was imagining having a helicopter come and rescue me.
Our happy memento of that travel experience was this Mayan inscription of our wedding date. I thought it would be a good reminder for Art.
I'm still trying to forget the fact that I did get hit by Montezuma's Revenge on that trip.
Now that we managed England, Rome and Cancun we thought it was time to take the kids to Japan to meet some of my relatives and see the country of their grandparents' birth.
We stopped at the Kyoto Handicraft Center where the kids got to try their hand at woodblock printing. We bought a print to remember our first trip to Japan together as a family.
Tomorrow I'll share the next trip which Art and I took on our own for the first time without the kids.
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