Rachelle Laughs.: Vacation of Strawberries.

This past Wed, Thurs, and Fri I was up in Lake Geneva for one of my favoritest people's birthdays... (gotta love my English)

Laur turned 25!

We walked around downtown Lake Geneva and found that one of the oldest and cutest arcades is shut down...

sad

in the lake house bathroom... I just like the wall paper

A field by Laura's lakehouse

...apparently it is being sold and will probably have a big, lame, suburban subdivision soon.

Manda's favorite street in Lake Geneva

Sitting by the lake, or any large body of water, has a really calming effect on me. I love just staring out into the endless body of water. We hung out on the pier and relaxed. I really needed some relaxation.

sitting by the lake

A huge storm hit our first night there, so we stayed in, drank some beers, and went to bed.

We woke up the next day and went strawberry picking. A first for me... but hopefully not the last time I do this. I had a weird couple of months where I couldn't eat strawberries. Something about the tartness paired with the texture just did not sit right in my mouth. I have since overcome this weird anti-strawberry kick, but now that I went to this strawberry patch I think I have become a strawberry snob... the best kind of snob!

The strawberries that you pick up at your local Meijer or Jewel are absolute garbage compared to the strawberries we picked. These strawberries I ate right off the plant and they were soooo sweet...soft... and scrumptious (I have come to the conclusion I am awful at using descriptive words to really explain the true essence of the food I eat... Note to self: improve upon this) I usually have to eat strawberries with whipped cream or something sweet to battle the tartness, but these strawberries I ate by the handful.