still learning, no time to edit placement of photos now Northern Cali

and I thought California was all the same, I thought it was all like southern cali, being a southern English girl, it didn't occur to me to check out the north, now I'm sold on everything

photos of along the way and Laura, Phils daughter..

we're still playing in moments of ode to joy, Mozart ringing in my head, Phil sleeps - mornings, as I steel myself away to write, drink red teas and recover from each whirlwind of the day before, of course that is too, why he sleeps...

yesterday we went to Big Sur, today's blog will contain some photos and if I figure it out, some avi movie files. We stopped at almost every lookout along the way, there are many, finding every photo opportunity along the coast, sometimes walking in mist, sometimes dry and sometimes light drizzle. when finally making it into Big Sur we spend a very long time (90 minutes?) in a wonderful art gallery chatting to the owner with no other customers finding all the art we loved, along the conversational way of music, film, people, travel and laughter while the owner lets us be ourselves, we made some purchases, stopped in a pub where the biker looking guy gave me hot water for my tea and we talked of London beers, and ate a place around the corner that I had scouted out while the lady next to Phil in the pub told him to go to the same place. I can't remember the name right now, but the menu looked good, only to deceive us by being great food, the chef in the kitchen left us in no doubt that he knew just what he was doing back there. Of course we struck up more conversations and left in time to be back in Santa Cruz area to listen to some music Phil had sniffed out before, a guitar player he used to stop and see whenever he came down here, it turned out last night after Phil was musing about the fact that the guy was in a some famous band, that Phil remembers that Moby Grape hailed from this area and as usual afterwards Phil buys his CD and as he wanders off I check with the man as we talk the way it is/was and he confirms that yes, he and half the players there are from MB and that yes he laughs as I tell him Phil is from Winnepeg that yes he played with Neil Young in some band that he and Phil then talk about while I wander off to more conversations elsewhere. He'll look Phil up when he comes down to San Fransisco soon, life is such fun. I hope the photos capture something of our visit without appearing dull, as the was no dullness to anything here
love ya, Debs