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Every time we saw something pretty from the car as we rolled down dirt roads and over gravel and rocks, Staley, Jess, and I - all squished together in the backseat, would yell, "Pause!" until Zander came to a screeching halt - all of us thrown forward then back. I'd roll down the window and stick my camera out to capture the scene, Zan accelerating and breaking, stop-and-go, Jess retorting, "Now back an inch! You missed it - forward an inch!" And the pictures were so bad - a fence was always in the way, or shrubbery through which, far beyond, we could catch a glimpse of the mountains. Or, as Brian, from Wyoming scoffed, "More like foothills!"

At Stone Tower Winery, we were tipsier from our laughter - that point you get to when no matter what anyone says, clever or completely mundane, it's hysterical. That rhythm, that banter, it's the stuff. It's the bee's knees. It's addictive. And as our taster finished our tasting, she teased us with the soon-to-be-released 2013 Rose. She brought out the bottle, but no! She couldn't open it for us to taste; it's for members only. Zan and I bolted to the front of the tasting room, nearly tripping over each other, grabbing a membership form, and battling over whose name would be on it. Our spanking new membership came with not one tasting but five of that Rose, and three bottles of it to go.

It was the best Rose, the best wine, any of us have ever tasted. It was the taste of exclusivity, and the taste of rays of sun warming the breeze, and the taste of a perfect day spent celebrating a birthday to remember.

Pause. 

a fanciful day at zephaniah farm vineyard

On a government form that vineyard owners must complete, it asks for the "fanciful name" of your wine, explained Bonnie, owner of Zephaniah Farm Vineyards and wife to the winemaker, as she poured our group a taste of the Three Captains Red.

The fanciful name has a family history: three of the men in the family-owned vineyard have been Captains. Then again, everything at Zephaniah is all in the family. From the family members who help with harvesting to the ones who pour tastings, running the tasting room and vineyard at Zephaniah Farm is a family affair.

Zan and I convinced our friends (and my colleagues) Jess and Staley - and Staley's husband Brian, to come out to a few Leesburg wineries with us this past Saturday to celebrate Jess's birthday. Our first stop was Zephaniah, a new to us winery, and one that we'll be frequenting. It was Jess's first time wine tasting, and Zephaniah might have ruined her. I think it ruined us all!

In addition to the family feeling that made us feel so welcomed, the tasting room is housed in Bonnie and Bill's home (her husband), a house to which she recently found a deed tucked away in a corner drawer from 1818. Bill grew up in the home, and as we all picnicked outside in the garden, a loft barn and vines in our periphery, we wondered aloud, how incredible to grow up here?

The old house is stunning. The owners live upstairs and have converted the entire downstairs into tasting areas. Instead of a typical tasting 'bar,' every single wine tasting is seated - in the library, a former guest room converted into a dining area, or in the larger living room. We were seated in the dining room, a private table that seats 7-8, filled only with our five seats.

The tasting is unlike any other I've experienced. Bonnie started off by saying that she would not be describing the wines for us, and no sense in reading the tasting sheet - leading tasting notes weren't there, either. In her natural, good-natured way, she noted that even she and her husband have vastly different palates, so how could they possibly agree on what notes and flavors are present in each wine? At Zephaniah, they encourage each guest to define the wine themselves, to savor each and pick out what scents are on the nose and tastes are on the body for themselves. We had a great time doing this, and in the process I realized how heavily I rely on written and verbal descriptions to encourage me to smell and taste what I do. In the six-wine tasting, I learned to trust my palate more than in all the wineries I've been to before.

And the wines... are spectacular. All five of us enjoyed nearly every single one, with a few clear-cut winners at our table. The 2012 Rose, a blend of Cabernet Franc and Chambourcin, and made in the classic French style, is dry and crisp, with a hint of oak and enough body to hold up on its own or with food. We also collectively loved the 2010 Cabernet Franc, a perfect summer red that Bonnie suggested pairing with sauteed portobello mushrooms. (In fact, she mentioned at least 3 wonderful food pairings that had us all salivating and hoping for an invitation to dinner!)

Finally, we all somewhat surprisingly loved their Sangria. This sangria isn't your typical fruit-flooded, sweet concoction. This sangria is made with the Three Captains Red blend and tastes like wine. It's a wonderful, deep red sangria that's only made fruity with citrus. Bobbie and Bill created the sangria when their son "married into a beer family." They needed a middle ground for the two parties at the wedding, which was held on the property.

Going out on a blind limb, Zander and I purchased a bottle of their 2012 Viognier. It wasn't available for tasting because there are only 3 cases left. Bonnie described it as dry and gave me a thumbs up that convinced me I have to try it. When we open it, I'll let y'all know how it is. I have a feeling I'll be running back to get more before those 3 cases are gone.

Speaking of food pairings and Viognier, Bonnie suggesting sauteeing shiitake mushrooms with olive oil and viognier and serving it over basmati rice. I'm not sure I will let any of this bottle go into that pan, but doesn't that sound divine?

We were so enamored of the wines, the relaxing experience, the property, and Bonnie and Bill themselves, that Zan and I asked if they have a wine club.

"No," Bonnie said, smiling at us. "I feel like I'm pouring wine and having fun, not trying to sell." 

life lately | march

March was the month that changed my life. For the rest of my life, I'll remember sitting in a crowded movie theater on March 14 and opening the email that said, "Congratulations," and it held my hand and opened my palm and placed into it my whole future, bright and open and so full of possibility. So much of these last few months has left me feeling stunned, feeling almost numb with unbelievability. Nothing that has happened is believable. It's funny, too, because it is believable. There is a part of me - that since the day I sat in the information session for Georgetown's international relations master program last fall and heard a fellow applicant mention she was applying for the Rangel Fellowship, and I played those unfamiliar words over in my head and on my tongue, that knew it was my destiny. Isn't that crazy? I can't believe I'm putting it in words. I daydreamed about that destiny until I laughed out loud alone in bed so many nights I can't count them because I've never been the sort of person to believe in destiny and fate like that. But it felt destined. It felt right through my core. I think now, now that it's becoming reality - now that I'm only 5 short, short, too short days from leaving my beloved job to embark on this crazy adventure that is this Fellowship and grad school in the fall - now that I know the rug isn't going to be pulled out from under me, and it's not all just one of those late night daydreams - I really see now that it wasn't destiny so much as a good fit. A perfect fit. I've dreamed of a life in the foreign service, I've planned it out, I've known for a while that it's in my blood. That kind of unsettled life is what makes me feel the most settled, the most content, the realest version of myself. This was the month of finding out the stuff I'm made of, and it rocked my world, it rippled through me in waves until I had to believe it - I did it. I'm here. My future is mine.

1&2: 2014: The Winter That Never Ended
3, 4, & 5: March was the month of Theo. My brother took him down to stay with my mom at the end of the month, until Zan and I can rent his condo and find a place of our own that allows dogs. And boy, did Theo and I live up every single last day together. We found a new favorite trail. I can't wait until we're reunited. My life is incomplete without him.
6: I moved! Matt and I said goodbye to living together. From a studio apartment where we shared a bed in LA to the slumlord in Bloomingdale all the way to the tree-lined streets of Cleveland Park, we were in it together until we met our matches. I found this note from my mom written on my old bible. I couldn't throw that old thing away because that note. And isn't her handwriting gorgeous?
7&8: Ellie came to visit! I talked a lot about her being there for me when I found out about Rangel. That's another friendship that's for the ages. We meandered around Georgetown after dress shopping for a girlfriend's wedding next fall and found ourselves planted on the giant green adirondack chair.
9: Zan and I celebrated our two year anniversary on Mach 24. Last year I made him a chocolate peanut butter cake; this year we booked a trip to Costa Rica. He's alright, y'all.

easter on the beach

I've been following healthy lifestyle bloggers on instagram like it's my job lately. It's such a cool community of women sharing recipes and detailing their healthy eating and lifestyle journeys. I'm inspired and motivated by it every day when I log into instagram (by every day, I mean like every hour). It has really begun to change the way I think about food and fitness. There's a lot of language around taking charge of your body and owning it, and I'm coming around to feeling comfortable in that space.

This weekend, we were at the beach visiting Zan's parents (they live in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware), and I found myself consciously choosing to make better choices. Not always - I certainly still drank my body weight in wine over the course of the three days and indulged in a crazy delicious quesadilla and some nachos and maybe even a margarita, but I also chose to go for a walk on the beach instead of stay inside in my pajamas and watch episodes of Veep on HBO Go. I ordered a steak for dinner on Friday night - but chose the smaller one with a side of vegetables to keep it kinda sorta healthy. And before Easter dinner last night, after an afternoon of shopping until I literally dropped from shock at the amount I'd spent, I opted to go for a run instead of our usual pre-dinner festivities of wine and cheese... the pre-cocktail hour cocktail hour.

It was the best run I've been on in a long time. I ran a 3.3ish miles loop around Zan's parent's neighborhood. The air was crisp and a little cool, but the sunshine offset the chill. I ran through a swampy area covered in reeds, through a forested nook in between residential neighborhoods, across the country club parking lot, and along the bay, stopping to crouch down on a dock for a picture. Zander hopped on his dad's moped and caught up to me part way through the run. He honked and cheered me on, teasing me a little, but mostly making sure I didn't get lost. (Side note: He had driven me in the car around the loop, showing me exactly where to go. Even with that and having been down to the beach at least half a dozen times, I still managed to nearly get lost twice!)

In the middle of my run, I found myself thinking about choice. About how I have the power to choose myself - to choose to eat foods that make me feel good instead of weighed down and to choose to get outside and move. It sounds so simple, and it is, but it takes a lot of self-discipline, for me, to make the better choice. Being at the beach made it easier this weekend, though.

There's something about fresh ocean air, the smell of salt, the outdoor shower calling my name, the reeds and woods and water, and long, sunshine-filled days, that make it effortless to be the best version of myself.

All that in addition to great food and hours of catching up over countless bottles of wine. That's what Easter's about for me these days. 

cherry blossom season is

Cherry blossom season is...

...long walks until your feet are sore because your eyes and heart can't turn away from the view
...sake and snacks on a blanket on the grass
...photo shoots
...green tea flavored ice cream
...the Jefferson Memorial, framed just so
...fleeting
...hopeful, new beginnings, fresh starts
...gratitude for new warmth
...a short-lived sunburn, just enough to prepare the body and mind for the summer to come
...friends, experiencing it together for the first or fiftieth time
...paddle boating 
...ice cream and short naps under oversized trees
...the kintai bridge in yamaguchi, japan
...the national mall
spring. 

a day of virginia wine with ellie

Ellie came to visit about a month ago. On paper, she came so we could see the Veronica Mars movie together on opening night. As loyal marshmallows, seeing it together and on opening night was the only possible option (if that made zero sense, can I recommend an Easter weekend spent binge-watching the series on Amazon Prime?). Her visit was perfectly timed for other reasons, too. She was here the night that I found out I got the Rangel Fellowship. Let me tell you, that girl can scream. We were in the packed movie theater on Friday night, around 10:15pm, waiting for the movie to start, discussing whether to get a small or a large popcorn to share (priorities). Ellie went to grab the popcorn and a soda while I had the job of holding our seats (a very serious job, no doubt). I opened the email and saw the "congratulations" in the subject line, and my entire brain turned to mush. I jumped up out of my seat on autopilot, and like 20 rows below me, walking towards the exit, Ellie started waving her arms and motioning for me to sit back down (i mean, this theater was seriously packed, and we had prime seats we did not want to lose!). I couldn't form a real sentence to try to tell her what was going on. I just kept saying, like a broken record, "I gotta go!" And Ellie read right through me and she just knew. So she started jumping up and down, and screaming. No, really. Screaming at the top of her lungs "congratulations!" and "holy shit you got rangel!" and so we met in the middle and hugged and jumped up and down together. (Mid-hug, she got the attention of our seat neighbors... i mean the whole theater was watching us anyway, so it wasn't hard, and asked them to save our seats. she is a very good friend and just as good a multitasker!)

In addition to seeing the movie (amazing) and having one of my closest girlfriends there to celebrate with me, we also used the weekend as an excuse to do something we never did while we lived together in this fine city: get out of the town and out to some vineyards. It was Ellie's first time at Virginia wineries, and we picked some winners.

We started at Hiddencroft Vineyards, where the dessert wines surprised the heck out of me by being so similar to ice-wine that I had to ask if they somehow use similar techniques (it's not nearly cold enough in Virginia to do so, but our tasting guide said that many are, in fact, processed in a similar style as ice-wine!). In my opinion, the dessert wine is what they do best. That and the views. They're situated on a whole lot of land off a literally beaten path... we drove down a gravel and dirt road for miles and even called to make sure we were heading in the right direction. There's a small creek and a ramshackle old barn that begs for exploration and adventuring, which is exactly what Ellie and I did, wine glasses in hand.

Next, we ventured over to Doukenie, a popular northern Virginia winery that we were excited to finally try. The most impressive parts of the winery were the scenery (including a beautiful lake) and the man who did our tasting. He was hilarious - sardonic and dry and, ultimately, very friendly. The wines were lacking. He did everything he could to help us find some we enjoyed, even allowing us to taste some reserve wines. There was one red (a 2010 Merlot) that captured our attention. Overall, this winery is a "miss" for me. Skip it and head to...

North Gate Vineyard! Oh my. This is my kind of winery. It's small, green, and the emphasis is truly on producing quality wines. We enjoyed everything we tasted. The dry Rose and the Petit Verdot (2011) were the standouts. We stopped in at the end of the day, less than an hour before they were closing. The winemarker's birthday was that day, and the staff brought out a cake, and everyone still there (including us) sang and wished him a happy one. It has that feeling - of being welcomed, home, comfort, warmth. It was the clear winner of the day, and we'll be back.

And that is how Ellie and I do a weekend reunited. 

life lately | february

In the spirit of "better late than never," I'm time-traveling back to February. These "life lately" posts are some of my favorite to write... it's a nice snapshot into my year, you know? It's so easy to forget the details when life moves as quickly as it does these days, and I want to remember. As I was looking through pictures from February, even just a few months later, I had several "oh yeah!" moments. A stolen moment in Boston when Zan struck a model pose in the middle of a snowy street by a light pole that cracked me up. Playing fetch with Theo on one of those rare warm days, a reprieve from a long winter, and how full of energy and excitement he was to be running on grass and not snow. I saw a lot of movies, too, with my colleague and friend Jess and with Zan - Dallas Buyers Club and Philomena were my favorites this year.

February was a blur. It's a blur now for me, looking back. In a lot of ways, it was an in-between month for me. I was waiting to hear from grad schools. I found out that I was a finalist for the Rangel Fellowship and was waiting (and preparing!) for my interview. I was waiting for it to be warm enough to wear anything but layers. I was completely living and breathing and existing in this state of "what if?" I was afraid to breathe too deeply sometimes, to take in the possibilities, to acknowledge that all my career goals and dreams and aspirations could come true.

It was a month of bated breath. Of soaking up the small moments, putting one foot in front of the other, trying to manage my hope and contain my happiness of all that might be, trying to wait it out, live in every moment, but also begging the clock to speed up, for days to fly by, so I could know finally know what my future would hold.

1: Our winter of wandering the side streets and canals in Georgetown continued into February. I love this shot of the canals at night.
2&7: This is the winter that never ends... yes it goes on and on my friends! Zan made a snowman... a very well-endowed snowman, at that, while throwing snowballs at Theo and drinking wine. It felt warm that night, even with the snow coming down.
3&4:  I think I'll go to Boston! I don't know what's with me and the song lyrics today? But hey! I'll roll with it! Zan surprised me with a trip to Boston for Valentine's Day, and it was the snowiest, coldest romantic getaway and those kinds are underrated. (The hat I'm wearing was a gift from my long time friend Melanie. Y'all are in luck because she just opened an Etsy shop with all of her homemade goods!)
5&8: The night that I found out I was a Rangel Finalist, Matt, Ryan, Zan, my girlfriend Staley and her husband Brian, and I all went to happy hour to toast. Matt gave me the best congratulations card - well, half a card, I should say. And half a candy bar and half a piece of gum. Because I was "half way there." After, Zan and I celebrated the best way I know how - with sparkling wine and pizza - at Alba Osteria, the newest Italian restaurant from Roberto Donna, one of my favorite chefs in DC. I also love his restaurant Al Dente.
6: Funny story, Zan and I met at a bar 4 years ago while I was on a pseudo-date with the bartender... who happened to be one of Zan's best friends. Zan came in and sat down at the bar, and we were fast friends; we got together a year later. We're still good friends with that bartender, who invited us to Catoctin Creek Distillery one Saturday when he was guest bartending. Per usual, his drinks were incredible. (You can taste his cocktails regularly at  the Green Pig in Arlington.)
9: Duke Ellington, eternal on the campus of his school. Zan and I were goofy tourists in our own city that day.
10 & 11: Theo and I were walking up to our favorite dog park when I noticed this creepy giant panda chilling out on a neighbor's front porch! I mean, what do I even say to this?! It's amazing, is what.