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
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
This summer, we decided on a holiday to San Francisco, because my daughter wanted to go there. My husband and I had been before, but that was well over thirty years ago, so it was time for another visit. Usually when we travel in a group, each of us decides on one thing that we
I like cities with streets that form a grid. That is, the streets cross each other at right angles, so you have a very predictable lay out and getting lost can be easily corrected, if you know what I mean. Lombard St Toronto is based on a grid system and so is San Francisco. Unfortunately,
I do like bright lights and a big city. After all, I was born very close to the downtown area of Toronto and although you may be able to take the person out of the city, I don’t think that you can ever take the city out of the person. Perhaps this is why I
In addition to lists and puns, I do like the odd challenge – “odd” being the operative word. Nothing too daring, but something a little unusual and just a bit beyond my grasp, so I have to stretch – but, not too much. This is why I found myself on Fisherman’s Wharf, in not so
I’m not what you would call a sport’s person. The only physical activity I do, apart from gardening, is biking. I don’t play, or even watch, tennis, golf, soccer, etc. and you would never catch me in a hockey arena. However, I do like baseball. To me it’s a sport, that’s more mental then physical.
My husband and I biked another 20kms this Saturday along the Caledon Rail Trail. This time, we biked from Caledon East to Palgrave. Every section of the trail is not only lovely, but also has its own unique characteristics. The special feature of this particular part of the trail is that it has one of
