Views of Pacific Coast Highway

This morning the sights along the Pacific Coast Highway beginning at Half Moon Bay were incredible.

Bright, rolling hills in shades of green, and the white clouds would be enough to take in, but then there was the blue ocean, blue sky and white splashing waves, and the dew-dampened rocks along the road.

I never get tired of that drive. But it is a long one to Salinas where I had an appointment with the dentist, and then I took some of my stuff to the new place in Aromas.

The place was different in my mind, than when I saw it again, so I’ll need to get everything from storage and see how it fits.

Soon I’ll be out in the country, where today I saw some calves running down the hill, and chicken’s making merry. It’s country, all right. The landlady has a cat and the cat has already approved of me. I’m in.




Remembering Barnum

IMG_2754My friend, LuAnn  H, from high school, sent me a book, “If You Stick with Barnum”, by Robert Autobee, and the front cover of the book brings back so many memories.

Barnum, my old, neighborhood is featured in this book.

The number 75 trolley  used to pick me up at Seventh and Knox Court, and then it headed down the hill, over a gully, over the viaduct to the City of Denver. Going over the viaduct treated the senses to great smells; the cookie factory, coffee roasting business, and a beer distillery, and a view of the industrial area.

Returning on the same route, picking up the trolley on Larimer Street (oh, many stories about that street, but too many for today), we’d pass my friend Ann Garska’s house, near the gully, then pass Mark Kay Hudson’s home, Lois Wood, Lucille Durant, Kay Ford, all on lower Knox Court, then it turned the corner on Eight Street and Knox Court, passing La Verne Vandstrom’s home, and finally my stop on Seventh Street. I walked from there, passed the Seventh Ave. Congregational Church, which I attended, and then on to my home on Sixth and Meade Street.

There was a Greek girl who lived between Seventh and Eighth on Knox Court, who’s name I don’t remember, but was a bit older than my friends.

The trolley took a large coin, a one half price for children, and a smaller coin for adults. I think those coins were purchased from the loop, which had a place to sit inside when it was cold. I still have a half piece coin somewhere in my archives.


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Three more angels


Today I met three more angels. Michele was from yesterday, when I was in the little Bradberries restaurant and observed the little ladies doing lunch. I was in a different restaurant having coffee this morning and the same ladies were there! Then, later, after most of the day was spent (more on that later), I needed to use WiFi, and unfortunately it isn’t reliable in the Royal Hotel, so I went to Bradberries and there was Michele with a happy smile. “I bought your book”, she told me. That makes me happy, as well.

Another angel was the young gentleman, a waiter, who served me breakfast in the Royal Hotel. When he told me he was from the Basque area of Spain, my head cocked to one side like a German Shepard.

“Oh, I need to ask you some questions.”

“I will meet you at half past twelve when I’m off duty here,” he said.

Meanwhile, I walked to The Travel Bar Ltd. and saw Pauline Hill, the best travel agent I have ever met. Pauline was the third angel today: she took lots of time and worked creatively to book me to my next adventures until I land in Madrid, Spain on Sept. 21.

She circumvented and scoped out places to keep me free of problems with customs in certain countries.

Pauline is gearing up for a trip to the Monterey and San Francisco areas soon. A pretty lady, she is, and delightful to meet. She made booking the next few trips look easy, because she has been a travel agent for many years.

Sergio, the waiter, and I had a two hour conversation about traveling, what I could expect in Spain – the Basque area in particular-and then we talked about funny language mistakes.

I’ll leave you here with this choice one: I almost spit out my diet Coke laughing. He went to the pharmacy in Ireland and asked for constipado, and pointed to his nose, for his nose was stopped up and he had a cough.

Somehow, the pharmacist misunderstood him, and thought he said, “because I am constipated.” He gave him some pills with instructions on how often to take them. Sergio couldn’t understand why his nose was still stopped up but he had to head to the W.C. all too often.

He questioned the pharmacist about his constant need for the bathroom, “But my nose is still stopped up.”

Everything got fixed, and that’s the end of th

Moving again

Yes, I’ll be moving again, and this time for a long time, hopefully.

I found a cottage up in the hills of Aromas. Aromas is east of Watsonville and west of Hollister and San Juan Batista. It’s on the property of the landlords who live in the big house. Another couple lives in the other cottage.

The cottage is a large studio with a new refrigerator and stove, and a carport. Besides that, and best of all, there is a water tight storage shed for my use.

I’m going to save money here in the long run, but at first there will be a bit of an investment in furniture.

I’m so happy that I’ll be able to have my own ‘things’ around me, such as artwork and some items from my travels. I have given much away, and will continue to do so. My aim is to eventually live small. I’ve learned that it’s best to use what you have and to appreciate it.

I will need to invest in WiFi at the cottage so I can continue my work on getting this yearlong journey published.



White knuckle driving

It’s said to be the worst storm in many years. In spite of those dire words, I drove from Half Moon Bay to Aromas to check out a studio for rent. Then I had a dentist appointment in Salinas, and another appointment in Monterey. The latter one was canceled, due to what I don’t know.

The waves on the Coast Highway were high and mighty. The roads were slippery, and the rain fell from the sky in sheets. Good thing my brand new wiper blades had been installed yesterday…none too soon.

Listening to the radio announce every few minutes, an accident here, a tree fell down there and injured a child, a roof caved in over there, and you’d think the sky was falling and Chicken Little was right after all.

When I drove back in the dark, it seemed safer, because the road was clearer because of the light bean from the car.

So , because of the news, I decided to stop letting it scare me, and chose a station that played Christmas music. Before I knew it, I was back home.

John Coltrane kept me awake

Ron, my son, and I left Half Moon Bay today, early for San Francisco for the John Coltrane Church service that was held at the Grace Cathedral Church. BEfore we left the area we had lunch in Princeton.

Then up to San Francisco and we didn’t get lost, hurray!!But we were really early and had to stay busy for several hours on Nob Hill. We went to the Grace Cathedral Church just to check it out first. The stained glass windows are worth a trip inside just to see them. The Cathedral is very European and San Franciscans are lucky to have it. Ron and I stepped around cable cars and trudged to the large hotels near the Cathedral to sit, rest and watch people.

Then we decided to go to the top of the Mark Hopkins Hotel, clear to the very top where you can see the city from above. Ron said it looked like a bunch of square boxes.

Then we sat for an hour inside the cathedral to wait for the event to begin.

Finally at 7:15 African dancers accompanied by drummers danced down the aisle. Rhythmic, wild arm and body movements and dressed in African garb, we felt like we were right there in a jungle with them.

The horns, jive piano playing,  drums, harp, harmonica, tap dancers, singers and hollering and flinging arms, and celebrating the holy ghost, was mesmerizing.

John Coltrane is considered a saint by the African Orthodox church, because of his musical talent and religious beliefs and promotion of peace for all peoples. They do know how to celebrate. They used the Cathedral to spread the celebration to the most people possible, even though their own church is housed elsewhere in the city. The Grace Cathedral Minister greeted the audience and said their mission was to welcome everyone into their congregation.

It was one welcoming party, for sure.


Attended first Christmas party

It was the glass house with the glass stairway, and that is where the Christmas party was held. Many people were there, with their shoes off, and eating away.

There were savory items and sweet stuff as well. So good, and fun to talk to the people in the Christmas spirit.

The lady of the house is clever with paper and scissors. She made a cup for candy with a lid on it, and gave one to every person who showed up.

She also makes cards and sells them in the local paper goods shop.

But before this event, after church, a lunch was held for everyone, and the ladies of the church followed the one menu and brought it in to share. Not a potluck, but an organized menu and delicious.

All that food led me to take a walk to the pond and scare the ducks away. There was one duck, that was either a bully or a duck herder. He snapped at them until they all got moving away from the shoreline.



seagulls and me

Lots of people think of seagulls as nuisances, but I love them. I find it fun to get them flying up to catch a piece of bread or whatever I happen to have saved for them.

They are beautiful birds and each has their own personality. There are bullies, some are bashful and fearful, some are brave and some seem to be adventurous. They can be very aggressive towards each other when it comes to food; and that reminds me of people and how we fight for what’s ours.

They’ll stick with me until every last morsel has been gleaned from the concrete or sand where dinner was served. And then when I drive away, they walk away en mass, knowing the party is over.

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Remembering someone in Iceland

I’m going over the blog and right now I’m in the little village, Thorshofn, on the Arctic Circle. As a coincidence, one woman I met there and I have been chatting on Facebook.

She is full of fun and I’m having a great time knowing her. I’d really like to go back there someday. Her name in Catherine. She found her way from Ireland years ago, to the village. She was part of a group of women who were recruited to work in the fish business when there was a shortage of workers. Well, she met an Icelander, married him, and she’s still there. She lives next door to the hotel where I stayed, and I met her only two days before I left.

Catherine took me all over the town and then some, to show me what I would have missed otherwise.

Meeting people all over the world, is the biggest part of my adventure in traveling.