Showing posts with label Orange County. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Orange County. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Over the border




The peaceful La Paz malecon


Chris and I have spent the last few weeks in La Paz preparing for our big sail north to explore the Sea of Cortez this summer. But in between all of the cleaning, provisioning, fixing and scrubbing, there's been some fun as well.


We both bought matching unisex hiking sandals (18 US at Mega) and Chris came up with a novel way to quickly tell whose shoe is whose:






Typical morning in La Paz



paddleboards and cactus





La Paz is the state capital of Baja California Sur, and for some reason they have these cardboard goats on the sidewalk in front of the governor's building. Meaning? (Too deep for me to understand, I guess)...




A local child showed me her play-money "Frozen" pesos



The TV in "Super Burro," our favorite local hangout, was playing an episode of Friends the other day. The subtitles of Joey's words translate as: "Where the hell have you been?" I think this is the one where the gang is in London for a wedding. Anyway -- everyone around the world loves Friends, apparently. 




Marina La Paz, where we moored Espiritu during our 
short flight north to renew our Mexican visas




Weekly music jam at Club Cruceros at Marina La Paz




This fellow cruiser's t-shirt says "I never though I'd miss Nixon." As with the goats in front of the governor's mansion, I'm confused by this message as well. I'm not sure if he's a disgruntled Republican, disgruntled Democrat...or simply disgruntled. Anyway, this photo shows the amazing selection of books and DVDs for exchange -- all four walls are covered floor to ceiling.

 Color me dazzled. :-) 

Speaking of politics, check this out.  Now that Donald Trump is the presumptive Republican nominee for president, well, he's certainly the hot topic of the day, to say the least.

Someone, apparently anonymously and under the cloak of darkness, pinned up a celebratory photo of Donald Trump on the Club Cruceros bulletin board.

The next morning, someone rearranged the push pins, leaving the photo like this:



Donald Trump, muzzled



If I ever look like this lady on the left, you have my permission to put me out of my misery




8yo Oliver of s/v Alert mans the outboard




Major provisioning for sailing north means stocking up on those little things you love that you probably won't find in the tiny tiendas, like canned chicken,
 black olives, green tea, and sugar-free jelly. 




Bret and Marne of s/v LeaHona relax with Chris during our one big splurge of the last couple of weeks:  $4.50 US to go to the super-fancy recliner movie theater in La Paz. A waiter comes and takes your order. Wow. Life is good in Mexico, I'm telling you...

We saw "Eye in the Sky" starring Helen Mirren, which I strongly recommend.
 Powerful, suspenseful  
and sad.

It's  been awhile since I've found a good candidate for my ongoing series: "Mexicans unknowingly wearing inappropriate donated English t-shirts." 




My question about this t-shirt which says: "Single and Disease Free!" is -- what is the possible scenario where this t-shirt was printed? Who would wear it? Once again, as with the goats and the Nixon t-shirt, I'm purplexed. Me being confused is, apparently, the theme of the week.




La Paz worker takes a smoke break




5yo Emily of s/v Alert. Note the tiara on top of her little hat



Our 6 month Mexican visa expires this month, so Chris and I had to "step over the border" in order to obtain a new one. (Don't ask me why they do this -- once again, I am (surprise, surprise)...confused).

We took a $96 US flight from La Paz to Tijuana, just south of the US border.



Volaris gives every jet in their fleet a name. Charming, I think -- just like boats! 
Our flight north was aboard  flying vessel "Felipe."




The view from "Felipe" flying over the La Paz anchorage. Espiritu is down there somewhere.

Flying a Mexican airline in Mexico was pretty much exactly the same as flying a US airline in the states. Except...




...immediately after take-off this stewardess instantly went to sleep. It's a 90 minutes flight -- we weren't exactly flying over the north pole to Minsk (where the staff of course needs to take naps). Anyway, I'm pretty sure she was violating Volaris policy. As long as the pilot is awake...

After renewing our Visas at the airport in TJ, Chris jumped back on a plane south to return to Espiritu while I crossed the border to spend a few days with my family. 





The overcrowded shanty-shacks cover the hills at the TJ border



Graffiti at TJ border


I passed the words "Fuck you, Donald Trump" written in spray paint.




Someone died when they plowed down this TJ lightpost




I took two trains north to visit my family in the OC.



A group of Amish boarded the train in San Diego




Super-excited preteen girls skip past the Amish at the train station. Perhaps they were anticipating their upcoming visit to Sea World? 




The "Novelties" sign at the old San Diego train station is itself a novelty

First stop, my Dad's house in the OC with his lovely wife Michele



Dad and his sign by his desk which says:

"I'm at that awkward stage between birth and death."

He's an existentialist. I remember him reading Sarte 
when I was a little girl. Pretty cool dad, huh? 





It felt like old times reading the morning Los Angeles Times with my 82 year old dad. He's a traditionalist and continues kickin' it old school subscribing to the news-PAPER. 


After reading the paper and discussing the issues (especially the sad state of the Angels baseball team), dad and I went for a walk. 
He keeps quite the pace.



As I stopped to take a photo, Dad waves his hand 
impatiently and charges on




This sign was posted in front of a million dollar home in Dad's OC neighborhood. 
The OC is traditionally one of the most conservative counties in the country.





Later on our walk we passed this old tin mine. 
Weird, I know -- old mines in the OC!


After our walk, we looked through some old photos. Here are some of my favorites:



Grampa Ralph feeding baby Gerry (my dad) a bottle.
North Dakota, 1934



My dad in his letterman's jacket with his sister Barb.
North Dakota, 1951




My sisters Kirsten and JoAnna
Newport Beach, CA 1975




My sister Devon, her daughter Grace and our niece Emily
California, 2014





Grampa Ralph with (L-R) my sisters JoAnna and Kirsten, my cousin Julie and me
North Dakota, 1967


The next day, Michele babysat my 6yo niece Emily for the afternoon.




Emily and I swam together for 2 hours! I taught her how to blow air from her nose when underwater -- obviously a skill of major importance in adulthood when you grow up in California.



After swimming, Michele and I did some yoga. Dad supervised.

After two amazing days catching up with Dad and Michele (thanks, guys!), it was on to my Mom's apartment in Costa Mesa (also the OC).

Mom is also old school, also subscribes to the daily LA Times newspaper, and we also discussed the issues of the day, including (again) the sorry state of the Angels. (Both Mom and Dad are ardent fans)



She bought me a beautiful birthday cake -- from world famous "French's Bakery," no less. 
She also threw me a little birthday party. I'm a lucky girl. 

But don't let the birthday cake fool you. My 81 year old mom hasn't been to the doctor in years and is as healthy as a horse. 




Mom: "Here, have some seaweed to help counteract that birthday cake!"
Me: (cringing) "No, thanks."
Mom: (gleefully) "More for me!"

She's run the LA Marathon like 30 times and was in the top 10 in the senior category several times.

She also famously does not eat after 3PM. "Just like the Dalai Lama," Mom says. Hmmm. So she watched me while I whipped up a salmon filet for myself for dinner. That's my mom. Ya just gotta bow before her greatness and know that you will never be at her level.



Mom's very proud of her cool new finch feeder.
Just watching them happily eat and flit about joyfully 
really is a sweet thing -- #tweet 




My niece Lauren came to the party. She's 8 month pregnant, so I figured the 
best gift I could give her is a good foot massage. She's gorgeous, healthy and calm. 
I could not be prouder or happier for her. 

My baby sister JoJo and her new husband Alan also popped by.



Sisters

Thanks so much, Mom, for your amazing hospitality. As always, just basking in your glow is a joy and privilege. 

It was an amazing trip. Literally everyone in the family is happy and doing well. Sigh. You know what that means...just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

We all have good times and tough times, so ya just gotta be grateful when the good times are rolling.


We're back in La Paz, and the plan is to sail north tomorrow morning to begin our summer in the Sea of Cortez. What will the summer bring? For you -- for me -- for any of us?

Time will tell...meanwhile, make hay while the sun shines!










































































Sunday, June 8, 2014

Back Home in Newport Beach, CA



                                                      Newport Beach from the pier


                      Chris and I recently spent an idyllic May afternoon ambling about
                        in Newport Beach -- ground zero of The OC, and the stomping
                                                      ground of our childhoods.




                                                First order of business: off with the shoes!





                               When we lived in Huntington Beach we went for after-work walks
                                      on the beach at least once a week during the summertime.
                                 There's nothing like it for your mind, body, spirit and relationship
                                                        with yourself and those around you.




                           Tons of celebrities have lived here, and owned waterfront property.
                           John Wayne was the biggest. We even named our airport after him.




                      Nicholas Cage has a waterfront place in Newport. Here he is
                                    cavorting on the dock with Eva Mendez.
                                   It's a business event, I'm sure... (whatever)...



                   Former NBA all star Dennis Rodman famously had a waterfront place here for awhile. You did NOT want to be his neighbor -- unless you didn't have a job, and you normally sleep all day and, ahem, CAVORT all night.

               

                 The boat to the right was Dennis' boat.  Ya gotta squint in the bright
                        Newport sun to read it, but yes, the name of his boat was
                     "Sexual Chocolate." Ya gotta give him points for originality.





                                      When we lived in a tiny condo in Huntington Beach
                             (next to Newport)  Sandra Bullock lived 3 blocks away from
                              us on the beach with ol' what's his name in the photo above.


                                              So anyway, you get my drift. It's gorgeous here. And you can buy waterfront property here for millions -- or, like the rest of us, you can walk, romp and play in the water and the sand for free. This land is your land, this land is our land! It's for everyone.





                                                              A young girl digs for sandcrabs




                                              It was an unseasonably warm May day --
                                                 15 degrees above normal. Heaven.




                                Chris found this kindred spirit playing the Irish fiddle at the pier.
                                                 I think he was playing the Kerry Polka.





                                                       Hunter and prey on the pier




                                                          Tools of the trade




                       Young boys help their dads fish on the pier. I don't even want to know
                                   how the kid on the right got that gouge on his face.
                                               Fishing can be dangerous -- and sharp.




                                              One minute you're swimming happily...
                                                       the next minute, you're bait.




    Maybe we should get our young gang-bangers down to the beach more often.
 Carving your name in the sand has some of the same rewards as tagging. 




                                                         The prototype of a young OC surfer




                                                                  New money, perhaps?




                                               Sandy front steps: the ultimate status symbol





                           I was excited to see that after a few years absence, my favorite
                              restaurant on the planet is still open and as successful as ever.





       Ho Sum's Bistro in Newport Beach. I've eaten here hundreds of times over the years. It's the perfect combination of comfort, easy beach atmosphere, delicious healthy food for not alot of nickels. If you're ever in Newport Beach, do yourself a favor and GO.


             Anyway, our idyllic beach romp was soon over and it was back to the mountains for us (a mere 2 hour drive -- that's why the millions of us are crazy enough to live here).



                                                 Catchya later, dude! -- From The OC