Another day
with Ron & Franziska. It was
brilliant, I was totally city’ed-out and it was great to just get away again in
good company.
We went
first to the Aquarium, we had members passes, which is very good as it saved us
a fortune... We all agreed, it had been fun, but we were glad we hadn’t
paid! My favourite was the jelly
fish. But there was also that moment
when the hammer-head shark was approaching from the left. The big white shark (ok, a baby big white
shark, but nonetheless, a big white shark), was approaching from the
right. For that moment, they almost
looked like they stopped where they were, looked into each other’s eyes, and
then, at the same time, decided not to face each other down and both turned
away. Beautiful.
We then
went to Fisherman’s Wharf for lunch.
Ironic as we’d been trying to avoid the touristy bits of Cannery Row,
and we did. Just exchanged them for
other touristy bits... But the food was
great, and I learnt that deep fried artichokes are some of the most delicious
things that I’ve had the good fortune to taste on this planet... Earlier in the
day we had passed a sign for deep fried artichokes. I had ridiculed the idea, claimed it was heresy
to treat an artichoke that way. Oh
no. The opposite. All artichokes should be deep fried... A light breadcrumbing around the
outside. A delicious creamy/white
wine/garlic sauce. Mmmmm.... When I saw them on the menu, and given my
outburst, I had to try them. I was glad
I did!
And then to
the 17 mile drive to Carmel. Except it
was miraculous we found it, as F was trying to guide us to a short cut to
Carmel – I mean, why would we want to drive 17 miles if it was actually much
less...? It was a very cute
demonstration of the language ‘barrier’ that Ron & Franziska navigate every
day, it made us laugh and I can tell it’s not a ‘problem’ at all (as F
characterises it), it’s more like a constant source of hilarity and amusement
for the both of them.
But the 17
mile drive was lovely. It took us a
while, and there was this one jogger who was obviously going all the way
around, he kept catching up with us... We didn’t bump into Clint – but I did
learn that when mayor of Carmel he repealed the law which said you weren’t
allowed to eat an ice cream from a cone on street corners. Sensible man, he deserves all his Oscars
just for that contribution to American politics. Can Arnie say as much?
(I have since also learnt that in Carmel high heels are banned. Excellent. I should move there!) :-p
It was late
when we got home, I was exhausted. It
was so lovely for Ron & Franziska to spend two days of their vacation with
me, I loved spending those two days with them, good times.
