this girl moves on its stomach
Mar. 17th, 2005 11:41 pmi love it when people visit. my cousin and her husband are in town, on vacation from San Francisco. we went out for dinner and then followed with the obligatory trip to Kerry Park. i say obligatory, but i love an excuse to go and get the big view. they love Seattle.
i don't see that side of the family often enough. these are the people who had a fantastic time at my grandfather's funeral and decided we should all get together more often. we now have an open invite to stay at their place, so i'll be looking into the Bay Area con scene, i think. plus her brother also lives there - and he's a chef.
so many of my travel memories are centered on food. every place i've been has some local delight that is my snapshot of the trip. (or not. a salad bar that featured wilted iceberg lettuce and pudding will always say Illinois to me.) i'm especially thinking about it with the "before i die" meme out there. i suggested that
scarlettina have hot chocolate and brioche in St Malo, to discover that she didn't know where St Malo was. St Malo is in France. Brittany. known as "the pirate city," it still retains its medieval wall with a narrow tunnel sort of gate and therefore has no cars on the streets (or it did over ten years ago). you may walk the top of the wall, and look at the ocean. petite and completely enclosed, it was a wonderful playground for a student in Europe for the first time. i don't think many Americans go there, but a little Googling found a ferry from England. i highly recommend it. Brittany is the part of France i would visit again in a heartbeat.
tomorrow we take the afternoon off and strike out onto the peninsula. i can't wait to see what we will discover. C has a list of wineries to visit, and i just want to sleep in a strange bed and look at the mountains and the water. and eat, of course. i find that the "bed" part is uneven, but the "breakfast" at a B&B is always rewarding. it better be. i'm missing
scarletbronte and
loloc's party, the rare
weahawk visit, and The Clumsy Lovers at The Tractor.
i don't see that side of the family often enough. these are the people who had a fantastic time at my grandfather's funeral and decided we should all get together more often. we now have an open invite to stay at their place, so i'll be looking into the Bay Area con scene, i think. plus her brother also lives there - and he's a chef.
so many of my travel memories are centered on food. every place i've been has some local delight that is my snapshot of the trip. (or not. a salad bar that featured wilted iceberg lettuce and pudding will always say Illinois to me.) i'm especially thinking about it with the "before i die" meme out there. i suggested that
tomorrow we take the afternoon off and strike out onto the peninsula. i can't wait to see what we will discover. C has a list of wineries to visit, and i just want to sleep in a strange bed and look at the mountains and the water. and eat, of course. i find that the "bed" part is uneven, but the "breakfast" at a B&B is always rewarding. it better be. i'm missing