Because I have no pictures to share with you of my adventures the past few days. And that is really lame. Because if you could only see what I saw, you would understand how amazing it all really was.
But, because I don't have a smaller camera, and I don't lug my huge one all around everywhere I go, you'll just have to settle for a description. Sorry.
On Friday night some friends invited us to go to Club Indigo with them. Club Indigo is dinner and an old movie at the Calumet Theatre, which is this beautiful old theatre about 1/2 hour from where we live. We ate some Irish food from a local Irish restaurant. Joel will tell you the food wasn't great (he's a food snob), but I liked it a lot. Afterwards, we watched a wonderful old movie, circa 1943, called The Human Comedy starring people like Mickey Rooney, Donna Reed and the guy who played the Wizard in The Wizard of Oz.
I wish I could show you pictures of the theatre, inside and out. But, no camera. So, let's move on to Sunday, shall we?
My neighbor (the one from Provo who went to Joel's high school), invited us to a music recital up at a little monastery in Jacob's Falls. The monastery is right on the shore of Lake Superior, dedicates itself to the propagation of the arts, and it is amazing. You only get to go to these recitals by special invitation from the monks, and our neighbor's brother happened to be coming to accompany a baritone on the piano, so she was allowed to invite a few people. Her brother (also from Provo, obviously) did his undergrad music at BYU, although he graduated right before Joel and I graduated from high school, so we never actually ran into him there. Still. Such a small world sometimes.
The recital was fantastic. New York City caliber. All at a tiny little monastery on the water with just a handful of people to attend. Both the baritone and the accompanist had amazing resumes and lived up to them completely. He did a lot of German Lieder (my personal favorite) and some really wonderful modern compositions, and he was absolutely riveting. But even more amazing was the view. Behind the singer was a large window, and you could see Lake Superior's waves rolling and crashing just behind him.
After the recital, which was about an hour and a half long, the monks fed us dinner that they made themselves. Beef stroganoff, shrimp, rice, veggies and this amazing chocolate-orange mousse that tasted just like those Christmas orange sticks. Even Joel liked it. We met a lot of the artsy crowd in the area, and we hope that the monks will invite us to the recitals again when they start up next year. This was the last one of the season since now it will be a little difficult to get up there with all the snow.
Speaking of snow, I definitely wish I could have taken a picture of the gigantic snow measuring stick we saw on our way up to the monastery. I'll definitely have to catch a picture of it eventually.
In other news, my parents arrived on Saturday afternoon and will be here this whole week. We are going to paint and recarpet a couple rooms, and celebrate Bria's birthday tomorrow and just enjoy each other.