First thing this morning…
October 3
First thing this morning we’re off to Hearst Castle to use the passes from Ben and Bonnie (thanks B&B!) for the Experience Tour, and it was great fun as always, as many times as you go.
October 3
First thing this morning we’re off to Hearst Castle to use the passes from Ben and Bonnie (thanks B&B!) for the Experience Tour, and it was great fun as always, as many times as you go.
What follows are my two favorite rooms – the grand living room in La Casa Grande, the big house…
…and the dining room connected to it. I live in 280 square feet now but I could also live here.
…the way they flap the sand over their bodies and inch their way towards shore and sleep in these giant piles.
And then after a good lunch and a long rest we went to the one street town of Harmony California to see the glass artisans and pottery makers.
October 2, 2009
After a perfectly gorgeous drive especially the miles along route 46 from Paso Robles, we arrived in Cambria at our home for the next few days.
October 1 (before arriving in Cambria…)
On the way from Death Valley to Cambria, rather than doing an 8-9 hour drive, we stopped for the night in Bakersfield.
That is correct. Bakersfield. Because I wanted to go there. For what seems like forever I’ve been wanting to eat in one of the many Basque restaurants in Bakersfield. And I’ll tell ya, Bakersfield is full of Basque restaurants.
The restaurants most commonly mentioned (and I should add that most are within walking distance of each other) are Wool Growers, Benji’s, Chalet, Noriega, and Pyrenees.
(I got these logos and pics from the internet.)
We chose Noriega’s (also called Eskualdunen Etchea-The Basque People’s House) and it was swell. You sit family style down the length of a huge table and pass the dishes as they come pouring out of the kitchen. There is always more of whatever you want near at hand.
The menu: salad, soup, beans, bread, pickled tongue (quite tasty and a favorite of many), cottage cheese with herbs, salsa, pasta and red sauce, french fries (very excellent), carrot salad, cauliflower with vinegar sauce, blue cheese, beef stew (yum), baked chicken, dessert. Bottles of house red wine line the center of the table.
And what might be missing in quality (the meal costs $20 total) they make up for in charm. Everyone, including our table mates were entirely delightful and every one was from Bakersfield or the surrounding area. Truly, we were the only genuine tourists we could find and that was most surprising of all.
This is the brother of the perfect cat. He has been banished to the outside because of beating up on the very old cat. That’s three cats if you’re counting, and then the two dogs, making five animals to care for. Which is slightly less trouble than previously when seven animals lived here.
I should tell you Michi had a catering company, has taught cooking classes, and makes food that tastes like you are in a dream of Good Food. She has really got the touch. The YUM touch.
So while I was there I was treated to a dish after dish dinner party…
I took a short stroll to the beach crossing over the 101. Here’s the thing. You have to convince yourself that the 101 is an ancient river, making travel possible and bringing family, friends, and wealth to your life. Otherwise it’s just a noisy, annoying highway that you can hear from all around town, and it never shuts up.
December 10-12, 2008
I spent a lovely couple nights with Michi. Remember Michi, the woman I met in Mexico?
Michi is house-sitting one of those 1920s Montecito estates, Montecito being a really Really upscale town just south of Santa Barbara. Every day we get the NY Times, delivered. We are SO going to miss it when all the newspapers are gone!
You can see these bird-feeders just beyond the potted plants above. The owner of this home, much like my mother used to, sits a lot of the day…
This is incontestably the most most wonderful cat alive today. During the day he was out being a cat. In the evening where I sat, he sat there too, purr-bombing, and exuding essential catness. Each night he slept curled into my arm pit.
In the morning he licked my nose.
From a neighborhood All Saints by the Sea Episcopal church. Over the entrance to the church it says ‘Bide a Wee and Pray’. Exactly that.
Merry Christmas! Marija and all y’all, you know who you are, this one’s for YOU!
Notice those high hedges grown surrounding every property throughout Montecito.