Sunday, August 12, 2007

vacation in monterey










Checking into hotels are fun...we stayed in an old restored Victorian, but it was on a very busy street and was an extremely small room. However the bed was comfy and we did have our own bathroom, so I'm not complaining. The flowers at the window were a delight, so that is what I have shown you here.
















As soon as we are settled, our tummies rumble and we giggle in great anticipation for our first official meal. Being raised on the east coast, my children were exposed to a love for clam chowder. So we head directly to the Fisherman's Wharf. Here we are waiting so patiently for the steaming hot bread bowl that will soon make its way to our table. There I am in the mirror saying "Hi" to you and to prove that I too, am on the trip.











Here is the view from our table. We are also looking at everyone else's food and discussing it for future reference. We practically have fork and spoon in hand and bang on the table saying, "We want to eat!" We are very hungry :)











Here is the prize meal. We each have one to ourselves because sharing is NOT an option. All conversation ceases and the only sounds we are making could be embarrassing for the people around us ;) We are ravenous and leave nothing on our plates. We roll out of this place looking very full and satisfied :)










Ready for a little walking, we head all the way down to the end of the Pier.










We stood here and quietly listened to the sounds of the sea, the sailing ships and watched out for the pooping seagulls. I put my arms around her and we both talked about the passing year, some very raw and sensitive things that transpired and we shed some tears. The cool air quickly dried our cheeks and we kept each other warm. We made some precious memories right on this spot.











I couldn't resist taking a picture of this man rowing out to his home on the sea. His skin looked like leather made from salt and sun, and his back was slightly bowed from hard work. ARGggggg...all he needed was a patch ;P










Turning back, we walked back toward a small silver shop that we love. Every year we always get something the same as a memory of our trip. This year we decided on green amber rings.
















Here they are...and yes, my hand is the very lily white one that looks like a corpse and Angela's is the golden tan hand of a young 23 year old. We were very happy with our find...especially at 50% discount!











Back to our hotel...with very full tummies and pretties on our fingers, we both settled down for an afternoon siesta.

Even at 23...when she is sleeping...I see my baby's face all over again.

I heart my daughter so much!

5 Comments:

Blogger Jack K. said...

Thanks for sharing these wonderful memories.

The pier looked familiar. Maryann and I had dinner at the Sushi & Steak restaurant this past May. Our table was by the window so that we could see the Southside of the pier.

Isn't it wonderful that our babies will always be our babies?

How fortunate to be able to take such trips. And you can get a 50% discount if you ask. tee hee.

Great pics of a great duo. I particularly enjoyed the chowder photos.

4:26 AM  
Blogger Jane Poe (aka Deborah) said...

What a lovely day with your beautiful baby girl! Love & peace, Deb

10:46 AM  
Blogger Mary Timme said...

Oh, Darlene!

How beautiful and wonderful! I'm so happy and joyful for you both. Mmmmmmm, that chowderh! LOoks good!

11:21 AM  
Blogger Star said...

This trip sounds packed with special moments. I love that you got matching rings to remember your time together.

Thank you for sharing so many photos!

1:19 PM  
Anonymous Brian said...

What amazing souls you both have. I am so enjoying being a passenger on your trip. :)

4:26 AM  

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