Out of this World -- in Santa Cruz and Beyond

Tuesday, March 2. We woke up to heavy rain this morning which escalated to a downpour. I settled in to write some blog posts while Phil had a telephone interview. With the rain pelting the windows and hammering the roof, we began to feel a little stir crazy. I got the assignment of finding a place to go for lunch. After surfing the Internet for a while, I came across the Saturn Cafe. It had great reviews and the website was a treat for the eye.

By the time we drove to Santa Cruz, the rain had let up to a drizzle. The Saturn Cafe is at 145 Laurel on the south end of the downtown shopping district. It's part of a row of stores with parking in the back, but its circular exterior sets it apart from the average minimall. The interior design is truly kooky, quirky and one of a kind. Many of the globe ceiling lights have pink rings around them like, well, Saturn, and lots of the furnishings, like the fifties era refrigerator near the entrance reflect the pink flamingo color scheme. The booths around the outer ring of the dining room have plexiglass tops over shallow display areas with kitschy knick knacks from bygone eras. Our table had butterflies and flowers and doves in assorted day glo colors.

The menu features vegan and vegetarian comfort food. I had corn dogs and Phil had a Tuno Melt -- both of them soy based imitations of the kind of thing you'd expect in any diner. We also had thin fries which wer delightfully crisp. Our waiter was happy to explain to us about the origin of Tuno and how the Saturn had a special recipe for its tuno salad to make it even more fishy tasting.

Phil had a phone interview, so while he talked in the car, I went for a little stroll up Beach Hill to get a view of the ocean and check out some of the glorious old Victorian homes along Main Street. The most glorious of all is Golden Gate Villa, an imposing multi-gabled beauty with an equally ornate carriage house behind it. It's so large I assumed it must have been built as a boarding house for vacationers, but it was actually a private residence for many years and now appears to be up for sale for a mere $8,500,000. What a time to have forgotten my camera.

By the time I got back to the car, Phil had finished his interview, so we headed for home, stopping off at Aptos Coffee Roasters for a couple of cups to go and some low fat oatmeal cookies. After a while, we put Dixie on her leash and headed for Hidden Beach again. Because of the downpour earlier, there weren't many people out so we walked all the way down to the beach. The breakers were phenomenal, cresting about ten feet above the water's surface in row after thundering row. The water was so churned up that frothy clumps of foam lay scattered over the beach like huge meringues. We walked along the water's edge for a while, but the surf was so loud that having a conversation was impossible. We climbed stairs labelled "No Trespassing! No Loitering! Observe Leash Law!" over a massive molded concrete sea wall and into a gated community.

Lucky for us, this enclave of million dollar homes carefully tiered row after row up the palisade to maximize the ocean views just happened to be the terminus of Club House Drive. We trudged up the hill, across the train tracks, and around the bend, braving the seemingly endless stream of SUVs and minivans blythely doing 50 in a 25 mile an hour zone. Everyone, even Dixie, was relieved to finally make it to the actual club house so we could detour into the relatively quieter limited access streets and finally home.

We thought Dixie would be exhausted by the long walk, but she was more energetic than ever, circling the living room as break neck speed and barking up a storm. Before our "little glass of wine," we had a meditation session and Dixie seemed disturbed by our sitting so still. She had a couple of extended barking spells and needed a lot of petting to reassure her after we were done. With our wine, we had a nice dinner of Greek salad and salmon, ratatouille and pita bread with bread pudding for dessert. We talked to Phil's aunt and Drew and Tony after dinner and settled down in front of Steve's toasty stove for an evening of emails and Sudoku.

Retiring retirement and Good Times in Santa Cruz

Friday, February 26. Drew and Tony made it to Aptos safe and sound at about 9:30 Thursday night and we celebrated with some chocolate cherry soy ice cream. We discovered the flavor because Steve had half a carton in the freezer, and then we bought another so we had plenty to go around. Friday morning was cloudy and the weather forecast promised rain. We walked Dixie and then the four of us walked down to the Seascape clubhouse for a nice breakfast. The place was practically deserted because of the storms brewing.

Back at Steve's house, we kind of settled in. Drew and Tony decided to take the bus to Santa Cruz, and we promised to drive in and meet them for coffee later. The weather held for another hour or so, and Phil and I thought they'd made it to the bus by the time the rains came, but they missed the one they'd planned on getting and took shelter in a grocery store before making a run for the bus in a downpour.

Phil had an interview to transcribe, but I found myself at loose ends. It occurred to me that this kind of down time is something I'd need to get accustomed to as a retired person. No one waiting for you to call the shots, no one really affected one way or the other what you do or don't do. A humbling thought, but hey a little humility deepens one's perspective. I did a Sudoku, listened to my recorded book, and then curled up under Steve's cream puff of a down comforter and listened to the raindrops clatter against the bedroom window. Doing nothing can be just the ticket on a rainy day, even if it does cramp the ego just a little bit.

By the time we set out for Santa Cruz at 4 pm, the rain had just about let up. We had to circle the downtown area to get to the one way section of Pacific Avenue where Bookshop Santa Cruz is located. Undaunted by the rain, Drew and Tony had visited the Santa Cruz Mission and a few shops before they settled in for a good read at this exceptionally well stocked independent book store. We headed over to Lulu's at the Octagon. The building, on the National Register of Historic Landmarks, was built in 1882 and served as the county hall of records into the 1960s, and yes, it is a perfect octagon made of bricks. Now the shape makes for a cozy coffeehouse and the vacuum press coffee is dee-lish if somewhat expensive.

After the coffee, we headed over to Carpo's to pick up some sandwiches to take to Phil's aunt's house for supper. We had a good time joking about their hamburgers being so good that everything else on the menu tasted like burgers too. Very silly and very fun. Drew and Tony hadn't visited her for almost a year, so there was lots to talk about and lots of joking too. We were happy to see that Sammy the cat was not too shy around us and shared stories about our remarkable cat Fuzz and her unquenchable curiosity.

Dog Days

Wednesday, February 24. After heavy rain during the night, the clouds began to let up around 9 am and it was clear by the end of day. We worked around the house all morning. Dixie had a surprise for us in the morning, so I mopped the floor while Phil worked upstairs. He had an hour-long chat about Toyota recalls sponsored by the Washington Post before lunch and an article to finish writing. Housework is so much more pleasant with a book to listen to. I started the Physick Book of Deliverance Dane, a thriller based on the Salem witchcraft trials.

After lunch, we headed out for another foray north to buy a book on meditation recommended by a friend -- Wherever You Go, There You Are by Jon Kabat Zinn. I've listened to CDs of yoga sequences by him so I was interested in reading it as well as Phil. First, we stopped at Capitola Book Cafe. They didn't have the book but we had some excellent coffee and a yummy apricot scone and enjoyed reading the witty quotes on posters all around the store. Next, we returned to Capitola Mall and checked a Borders, but they didn't have it either. The very helpful clerk called the "downtown store" and reserved one for us.

As we drove into the business area of Santa Cruz, I realized I had never been to this part of town before. I've walked the boardwalk plenty of times and visited the UC Santa Cruz campus, but the rest of the city is pretty unfamiliar territory. We walked down Pacific Avenue and I admired how the older buildings had been maintained in the midst of newer shops. I particularly liked how the New Leaf Market had been integrated into the old Bank of Italy building. Homeless people were apparent on the street, and many people had wild uncombed hair bringing to mind the old hippie hairstyles. I said to Phil that I hadn't seen so many men with ponytails in a long time. We happened upon a drum circle and then saw the tents of an open air Farmers Market. Lots of spring greens and citrus fruit of all kinds were a feast for the eye. We picked up the book at the big Borders store and headed for home.

Phil had another teleconference from 6 to 7 and then we had dinner. I'm enjoying having a leisurely glass of wine while I put dinner together. It's much simpler to make meals for two than for four. We watched a DVD and talked to Drew and Tony about their car trip to visit us tomorrow. Tony will have to skip a class on Friday, but hopefully he can make up the work before the end of the semester. I had the clever idea to take Dixie out to the backyard to try to encourage her to relieve herself out there instead of on the tile floor. Unfortunately, it upset and confused her and it took us almost an hour to get her settled in her crate for the night. I am gaining a lot of respect for dog owners and all the patience and perseverance they need to get through each day.

Tune in February 15 to March 9

Phil and I will launch another action-packed blog of our travel adventures. This time we'll be out and about in the Santa Cruz area with jaunts to San Jose, San Francisco, Monterey and maybe even the wine country. Our he said/she said blog will definitely add perspective and at times a bit of contradiction to the places we see and the things we do. For instance, I want to see lighthouses; he wants to see clubhouses. How will we resolve our differences? Unlike our blog Glacier Googles, the posts will be shorter, the pictures more plentiful and maybe, just maybe, there'll be more helpful information about how to make yourself feel at home on an extended vacation. Tune in in two weeks as our adventure begins -- the road trip.