Carmel Beach

We went to Carmel today. We parked up near the top of the hill that is Carmel and then walked down it to the sea. On our way back up the hill, in a move to breakup the climb, we started zigzagging. We would walk up two blocks and then over a block. It was on one of these zigs that a lady in a car flagged us down. She was lost or at least she couldn’t find her destination. She asked us if we knew where, and then she told us an address on 7th, was. We were on 7th. In fact, we were at the end of 7th. So it was a good bet that the house she was looking for was behind her. I whipped out the phone and typed the address into Google maps. Chris was doing the same, but using Apple maps. Apple was only willing to volunteer an approximate location, while Google seemed more confident. So, we went with that. I showed her where to turn, ending with stopping at the fourth house from the corner at the last turn. As it turns out that’s how it is done in Carmel. They don’t use street numbers. Everyone gets their mail at the post office and if you have to describe where your house is, you count doors from a corner. Many of the buildings have names, like The Sundowner or such, but none of them have street numbers. I wondered what EMS does, but I assume that they just count doors too. 

Point Sur

The View of Point Sur from Point Lobos, 15 Miles Away

Yesterday, the weather was so fine that I could snap the above photo of Point Sur, which was 15 miles away. The sea was so smooth that the only whitecaps were the waves crashing on shore. If the weather was always like this then there would be no reason to build the Point Sur lighthouse. Today, the Pacific Ocean has turned a firehose on California. And they say it never rains in California. I’ve heard this talk before, but girl, let me warn ya. It pours, man, it pours.

Parts of the state are forecasted to get their annual rainfall amount in this storm. It rained all day in Monterey, but further south the rain is expected to be way more intense. I’m glad that we were able to drive down to Nepenthe in Big Sur last weekend, we may not be able to do so again soon, because of mudslides. The hills are already much greener than when we arrived. They should be positively verdant by the time we leave.

In a trip down memory lane is pictured below Mom and me. We are probably about halfway up the seamount that tips Point Sur. It was ’97 then and we were on a tour. The light station had only then recently reopened for tourist and still had major restoration issues to contend with. This lighthouse’s most famous wreck was not a sailing ship, but the airship Macon. The only loss of live was one African-American sailor who swam back to the wreck one too many times.

On the southern side of this mount are the remains of a Cold War SONUS post. In its heyday, my paternal grandfather worked there as an engineer. Today, it looks pretty dilapidated, but it is still government property. Maybe, they are still torturing the whales, but now only remotely.

Jackie and Mark at Point Sur Lighthouse in ’97

The Tate

What I liked best about the Tate Modern, was its top floor, which afforded an excellent view of London. It has a 360º field-of-view. I was fascinated by the adjoining apartment buildings, with their open floor plan and modern look. A place to be seen as well as see. There were signs at the Tate, asking visitors not to annoy the neighbors, but on this day they were nowhere to be seen.

My Dad who lives in Monterey claims that he ended California’s drought, when he installed solar panels on his house. Soon after they became operational, the clouds moved in and the rain began. I warned him not to install a geo-thermal system, because, well it’s California. Dad, don’t tempt the fates. In other Monterey news, one of Chris’s Bixby Bridge pics was green screen paired with Nicole Kidman in a promo still for the HBO series, Big Little Lies. 🙂

Saint Peter’s Church Leuven, Belgium

Meanwhile, David has completed his visit with his colleagues in Leuven and is now spending a few days there sightseeing. He has visited both Brussels and Bruges. I think that he is ready to make a decision, Boston or Belgium. The church is in the background on the right. That is a hotel on the left and in the foreground is an underground, bicycle parking garage, with a glass front. Why do I persist in bicycling in America?

Happy Brithday Chris!

My Brother Chris

Happy birthday! Dave had warned us about how the British Navy used to impress Americans, but we threw caution to the wind anyway and embarked upon a riverboat cruise upon the Thames. First we enjoyed our first red double-decker bus ride from the most coveted upstairs front seats. From Tower dock, we first sailed upstream to the London Eye. It and Westminster were still closed, so we turned around and headed to Greenwich, where we only had time to see the Cutty Sark, the observatory and the meridian. Doesn’t sound like much, but it took all day. 

Remembering Jackie

Mom at Tarpy’s

Thinking of you Mum on your birthday! I lit a candle for her at St. Paul’s yesterday. We were in church when the attack occurred, but Westminster was going to be our next stop. We had our phones off in church, so when Anne switched her’s on again, there was a text from Jane informing us about what had happened. I hadn’t thought too much of the orbiting copters until then, because at home they just mean that there is another wreak on Highway 40. Still, we had a pretty full and rather theatrical day, what with the Tate, Globe, St. Paul’s, dinner and a show, Beautiful, the Carol King story. It was grand!