Our last two stops before heading home were Santa Barbara and Marina Del Rey – polar opposites!! Santa Barbara was beautiful. We could walk from our inn to the beach and beyond to the pier. The buildings were low-rise, adobe-style, with palm trees everywhere. No one had built on the beach side of the road, […]
Our last two stops before heading home were Santa Barbara and Marina Del Rey – polar opposites!! Santa Barbara was beautiful. We could walk from our inn to the beach and beyond to the pier. The buildings were low-rise, adobe-style, with palm trees everywhere. No one had built on the beach side of the road,
We ended our trip to San Francisco with a drive along Highway 1 to LA. We took our time and stayed at a few pretty places along the way. Carmel was our first stop. Again, years ago, we stayed here for an overnight. It’s hard to resist streets of lovely boutiques, great restaurants and quaint
No trip to San Francisco is complete without a side trip to the wine valleys. Years ago we spent a week or so travelling through both the Sonoma and Napa valleys, staying at lovely inns, buying lunches from famous delis and picnicking in vineyards, with a bottle of wine. Decadence, thy name maybe, California. This
No trip to San Francisco is complete without a side trip to the wine valleys. Years ago we spent a week or so travelling through both the Sonoma and Napa valleys, staying at lovely inns, buying lunches from famous delis and picnicking in vineyards, with a bottle of wine. Decadence, thy name maybe, California. This
I mentioned in an earlier post about biking across the Golden Gate bridge and coasting into sunny Sausalito – made even sunnier with lunch and a tasting tray of local beers. My husband not only bought the lunch, he also bought tickets to return to San Francisco by ferry, bikes and all. Apparently, there is
I mentioned in an earlier post about biking across the Golden Gate bridge and coasting into sunny Sausalito – made even sunnier with lunch and a tasting tray of local beers. My husband not only bought the lunch, he also bought tickets to return to San Francisco by ferry, bikes and all. Apparently, there is
OK, it’s Thursday, but I promised you a poem from Aimless Love by Billy Collins and here it is. It’s longer than most poems I read, but it says so much about the everyday – Not just every Monday Life through the slats Monday – Billy Collins The birds are in their trees toast is
OK, it’s Thursday, but I promised you a poem from Aimless Love by Billy Collins and here it is. It’s longer than most poems I read, but it says so much about the everyday – Not just every Monday Life through the slats Monday – Billy Collins The birds are in their trees toast is
One of our “must do’s” after leaving San Francisco was to drive the Pacific Coast Highway. This is the iconic Highway 1. It actually begins somewhere in Washington State and travels down, on the very edge of the Coastal mountains, to somewhere south of the Big Sur, where it levels out and coasts, as it
