A girls’ weekend by the sea..Oreo (the dog) Phoebe and I spent the weekend in Sant Cruz and Carmel by the Sea battling the intense Californian traffic. I was startled to learn the California has the entire population of Australia!- no wonder we were stuck in traffic jams, in the middle of the summer school holidays.
The last time I visited Santa Cruz was in just after Christmas 3- 4 years ago, in their winter and it was empty-this time it was PACKED in an overwhelming manner. However I still think you can not beat the Australian beaches-for beauty and lack of population pressure.
My daughter had arranged some stunning restaurants-all farm to table-and it was fabulous to eat healthy organic gourmet food, ( in this case it had to be vegan as well) something you do not always associate with the American diet-but that good coffee is still so elusive.
Carmel by the Sea was inundated by tourists -including us. In the frenzy we lost the car keys which are now still marooned at Carmel., never to be seen again. Thankfully we were able to open the car with an ‘APP’ to retrieve the other set. Who knew you could do that? I have only just mastered the art of Uber, as we do not have it in the small town where I live. A big milestone for me.
There was a sizeable population of homeless next to our hotel, which as usual I find very confronting and disturbing. A homeless man on a walker stumbled and fell in front of us-and we were at a loss as what to do. Some workers across the road refused to come and help us lift him up, and then his vodka bottle fell out of his coat -so we left him to his own devices and as we looked back he had lifted himself up-we were frightened that he may have pulled a knife or a gun on us. The incident left me feeling very confused about the morality and the correct, caring manner to deal with these situations. What would you have done?
We stopped at Capitola Beach which was a mini Cuba or Mexican village-again packed to the gills, and the weather for mid July was not even that hot. The little section of the seaside village was painted in bright, bright colours, matching my dress.
On our way back to San Fransisco we stopped off at the local farmers’ market- which was old hippy central. I am so glad there are people living in the 60’s in Santa Cruz. Everything was organic and vegan and the produce looked wonderfully fresh and healthy. An Appalachian band entertained the crowd of alternative lifestyles of all ages- and now I am back in a totally opposite environment, fast food land at Millbrae near the airport-ready to fly to Vancouver tomorrow.
Just loved this guy dancing on the roof of his van in Santa Cruz.