So into the gloom I go, but my hands, a week later, still can’t seem to find any kind of purchase, I am most certainly a drift.
This week has been so hard. I started school; I had to leave G with strangers for 10 hours, two days running. My dreams of my life here are being drawn into sharp focus by the realities of being a single mum undertaking my task at hand.
And it kinda sucks.
Starting school was unbelievably hard.
Orientation; do I feel orientated- no I feel totally flummoxed.
I know the metaphor of the fog could get old here pretty quick but truly it seems that the city and I are one in our metaphorical haze.
Orientation was Tuesday and Wednesday of this past week so I had to scramble to get babysitters for G as his school was off, (oh it’s a whole other post!) I had to find babysitting for him, which I finally did after some frantic phone calls. The women I finally found were really lovely and off course not available to help me out regularly, so it would appear I am back at square one on the finding a babysitter thing, excellent.
Early Tuesday morning after Gabriel wished me good luck I headed out with a tummy full of nerves over the bay bridge. I have decided to drive at the moment until I figure out the whole public transport thing. Although people here’s insistence on 'how bad the traffic is' is really getting to me, these people have no idea what bad traffic is, they should try the I-10 at rush hour.
Anyway more on the 10 things that I hate about northern Californians later.
The traffic was busy but not BAD and as I started to climb up over the bridge a song on the album, ‘Belle & Sebastian Late Night Tales’, (which has been my soundtrack to being here) called, On a Clear Day You Can See Forever - (with The Peddlers) came on, and the cheesy timing made me sing out load for sure enough, for that one moment, it was a clear day and I could see where I was going.
As I looked to my right I could just make out the Golden Gate Bridge, a smudge of red on the horizon barely there, faint and frail in the morning haze. And as I look down at my left I could see the huge cranes on the Oakland docks straining to unload all that cheap plastic shit from china, how all that plastic could weigh so much? I don’t know. Lumbering beside them were bruised behemoths of ships painfully, slowly edging out to sea. Heading back to china, I suspect, for another fix of plastic.
As I navigated the other morning dreamers, trying to stalwartly STAY IN MY LANE, my gaze was fixed on these titans. Just as quickly as I thought I had figure out which direction they were heading in, the pale cool fog suddenly descended, enveloping them, as it seems to do to so many things I hold too long in my gaze here.
And just like that they were gone.
With nothing to distract me now I headed directly to the school and arrived at the orientation on time, As I stood there with all the Cool Young Kids trying to project a persona of cool indifference a figure walked up to me and said, ‘Lynne right?’
I looked at the girl wracking my brain for a name? A meeting? But sadly I found myself lacking.
She continued,’ I’m Maria, we met at diverseworks? , Michelle introduced us? …. You were on medication?'
‘Ah yes’ I said as the fog slowly lifted; I vaguely remembered the meeting in question. As it was when I was under the influence of some lovely codeine after hurting my back, good times yes, but vague, vague times.
So in and instant I am no longer Johnny nae mates, I have a chum. And lo and behold does she not have another chum she has already garnered from the milieu; I now have two chums, lucky me.
I walked into the auditorium head held high knowing that I will not be eating lunch alone which is, as we all know is the pits of, the first day at a new school, experience.
The auditorium is full of eager young minds, decked in their Saturday best. I felt pretty OK, as I had bought a yellow cardigan the week before on telegraph so I feel I’m holding my own.
But when the main show debuts I feel as though I have been invited to a play where the actors are all talking in Russian. Is it my foreignness? Is it my long time out of school? I don’t know but what ever it is I am lost.
It all seems so completely random and mercurial. I know that somewhere to somebody all the stuff they are telling us makes sense, but not to me.
The only thing that stuck out was that I get 10 free sessions of counseling so if my current sate of melancholy continues I’m sure I will be availing myself of the facilities. So as to avoid a chemical romance.
At some point in the proceedings I look across the room to a beautiful young woman languidly draped over the partition wall of the auditorium. And out of nowhere I know I know who she is, call it weird Celtic shit but I just knew I was looking at Lauren one of my colleagues in Social practice.
We break for lunch and I look for her to say, ‘ hey I knew it was you’ but she is nowhere to be seen.
But my two chums are there and we settle down to eat or strange lunch of two pastas and one bread, carbs apparently rule here!
My new friends are charming. Sandra from Peru and Maria from Puerto Rico they are lovely but not in my department so, my eyes scan the room over and over for a hint of social practice, when I don’t see anyone sharing their lunch I give up.
Just at that moment a women leans over and says,’ are you Lynne?’
Its Sune’ a lovely woman I had emailed and called prior to enrollment as she too has a 4 yr old, so we weirdly strain to meet over the chatter.
The day ends with us at the student exhibition space to see s performance piece. I had to peel of and go get G but really it seemed a lot to ask of us on the first day so I was happy to make my escape.
The next day was more of the same but I did get to meet all of my social practice peeps. All women, all more arresting and beautiful than the next and they all seem nice, but hell that’s a lot of estrogen.
One of them a very sweet young red head walked up to me straight away and said, ‘ so two red heads in the class how do you feel about that?’
Well I just told her ‘ listen, some of my best friends are redheads, I’m sure it will be fine’. Off course said person and myself got into on the second day over a discussion about the 4-year liberal college education, Blanco I’m looking at you here.
Yes it will be a fun ride I suspect, I’ll keep you posted.
Wednesday had a ‘ mixer’ scheduled for the end of the day so I was lucky enough to have a couple of hours to kill with Sune’
We sat talking, nursing our one and only drink as we waited for our Grad ’mixer’ to start. As we wandered over to the restaurant I suddenly realized that this experience without David here to support me was going to be a whole different beast, one I’m feeling a wee bit sad about.
The mixer was fine, everyone was really, really ‘nice’ and I was on form as only nerves and a glass of wine will facilitate. Apparently so obviously on ‘form’ that this nice guy who has become a social practice groupie (nothing to do with my lovely female colleagues, I’m sure) came over and said, “ Can I join you guys, you look like you are having lots of fun laughing at Lynne’s stories” so it seems my friends, my number is immediately up.
I just have to pace myself, as you all know I only have ‘so’ many stories. If I play my cards right I can eeak them out to last the two years, I just don’t want to blow them all on the first semester!
A little heart tug, I did feel a wee bit sorry for myself yesterday as I met one of my gorgeous new friends at the college café where I was with G. She was telling me how she was taking part in Tino Sehgal's first solo exhibition in the United States, see:
http://www.wattis.org/exhibitions/tinosehgal
Which I had looked at but due to babysitting etc cannot be a part of. I invited her to join G and me at the beach, but she said she would love to but that she had already agreed to go to the beach with the guys I had left at our table at the mixer.
And my heart went twang,
that is not going to be my experience here, staying out way too late planning trips to the beach.
But if I can have days like today then maybe I wont care quite so much, but those who know me best know, I sort of will.
So yes forward I must go, but it seems no clearer this week than last how to inch forward in the fog of being here.
My feelings of lost bearings are so, so exacerbated by the physical climate of the place, i just cant shake these feelings of being un-moored.
Let me illustrate with a short note about Thursday.
On Thursday Gabriel and I after being at school decided to go hang out down at Golden Gate Park, where Tracy joined us. I had said I could help her pick up a desk she had bought on Craig’s list up on twin peaks.
The day had been exceptionally hot, but suddenly around 4pm the sky began to darken and children started running to their mothers for blankets and coats as the rapid, cold, damp, fog descended upon them.
Gabriel, Tracy and I were already heading towards the car but neither G nor myself could believe this curtain of gloom that fell so quickly across us. Although this would prove nothing compared to the wind up on twin peaks.
As we ascended the steep vista heading to twin peaks and Tracy’s desk.
The city below us became smothered in a grey damp blanket of fog. Looking in the mirror i could see that where we had been was rapidly being eaten up by this pale grey, nothing.
AT our Google map terminus we teetered on one of the twin peaks. I opened the car doors only to have them all slammed shut by the crazy windstorm. So violent was it that Gabriel started to cry that he was scared. After many try's, and soothing words to G we realized that despite our best efforts against the winds counter insurgence, the desk is not going to fit in my car, no way no how. It was really more a bureau than a desk anyway, something Tracy and I discuss on the way down.
As we gingerly made our way down the hill searching for a glimpse of the blue sky and unfettered road, Gabriel suddenly shouts, ‘there, there, look I can see buildings... oh no their gone' and almost starts cry. I quietly realise i have no idea how to make this better for him.
Something in this place's impermanence's, which I think makes it so attractive to the twenty something crowd who seems to populate the city, Is the thing that to Gabriel and I makes it almost impossible to find a footing for our lives here?
Until my little man become comfortable with the Teutonic shifts we seem to encounter daily right now and the inability to see where we are gong I feel much turmoil still awaits me.
Maybe I’m wrong…
I'll let you know.
Lx
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
fog clears
So today was one of those days I had hoped for when I moved here.
Up until now I have been having a really hard time, so many things really.
Missing David trying to re-orientate oneself after moving.All the shit ye know like new bank accounts, doctors etc now doubled because I’m having to take care of all that for the wee man too.
And man has he been a handful, as you can imagine the wee lamb's been all over the place but more of that later I want to dedicate this post to today, a kind of perfect day.
We got up and had a pretty deacent morning, no whining and almost all of breakfast eaten without any threats or loss of privileges.
Wandered past che panise to the lovely Berkeley post office, Gabriel popped the letter in the slot and we headed off down Shattuck past the old dears out for their morning pastry's and messages (shopping), funny the world over a section of the community, pensioners, are only really seen between the hours of 9am and 11am they coincide with the mummies and new babies which I’m sure there is something poignant and prophetic to say about, but not by me.
So we potter on down to Live Oak Park and hang about, both of us keenly people watching. Gabriel is as keen an observer of the animal goings on the playground as I.
Today was particularly interesting, not only for the usual smattering of Berkeley parents who all have a uniform of, rugged go anywhere do anything Velcro secured sandals, yoga pants and soft cotton tops (dads included).
I don’t know where you buy this stuff but I stick out like a sore thumb in my paper denim cloth wide legged jeans and my apparently hysterical (Blanco twins I’m addressing you now) MBT trainers, (I have a bad back!)
Anyway there was some kind of drop in summer camp for kids about 5-10yrs old and I witnessed an altercation between a little girl dressed head to toe in pink and sparkles resplendent with hand bag and some of the other girls who ganged up on her following her around the playground threatening violence and exclaiming "oh know you didn’t" over what I could gather was the first girls utter of 'be quiet' to one of the other girls.
What I found so gripping was the chivalrous actions of obviously the cutest boy in the 6-8yr range there. Who after being pulled aside and asked for help by the victimized girl was throwing himself in the midst of the throng, telling the other girls to back off, and leave her alone.
But not in a big macho peacock kind of way more just a, sincere sense of the injustice of it all, kind of way. He looked like every boy I ever had a crush on in high school, dark hair blue eyes and freckles.
It was such compelling viewing that both Gabriel and I forgot our game of catch and just sat eating peaches watching the drama unfold.
I'd like to tell you what happened next but we had to leave as it was already lunchtime and we had to get our selves fed and across the Richmond Bridge to visit the Bay Area discovery museum in Sausalito.
After a quick lunch, we humped our stuff out to the car and set off.
I hadn’t been over the Richmond Bridge yet and into Marin so I didn’t know what to expect.
As we crested the hill and I saw the water sparkling in front of us, the bridge rising up and to our left the magical sight of San Francisco seemingly floating on a cloud which drifted along beside us. I completely forgot the directions and got us promptly lost.
So of course now we are late. We were supposed to be there at 1.30 and now (2.30) Tracy’s texting 'r u here'
So captivated am I by the landscape in front of me that I completely take another wrong turn. I get off in the heart of Sausalito where I had been before and is now packed full of aging German tourist puffing and heaving their bikes along the water front and walking them slowly up the many hills.
Finally under Tracy’s telephone instructions we find ourselves coming down the windy road toward Fort Baker and the Discovery Museum.
The fort is charming, if that is a word one should ever use in relation to an ex- military establishment. It is all red roofs and white clapperboard; it looks like the hotel in hotel New Hampshire. And the museum. Well we only had 45 minutes to ' soak ' it in but G had a blast it is really great, full of amazing exhibits that the 4-8 yr old crowd just loves. Oh and they had another green screen (what is it with the green screens, and San Francisco museums?) so I have pics of G dressed as crab floating in the ocean. If i ever figure out how to upload pics I will post them here.
We wandered through elaborate tunnels molded from soft pliable birch and G bounced on a huge spiders web. It was really cool and deserves at least a whole morning if not a day to fully appreciate.
As we were unceremoniously chucked out Tracy suggested we go down to the water to see if we could see any sea lions. As we turned to head to the water we could see that the wall of fog, that had greeted us as we had arrived obscuring any sign of the golden gate bridge, was slowly shifting offering tantalizing glimpses of the bridge. Which from the low angle we were at, loomed out of the gloom impossibly there and then gone in the same instant.
Walking towards the water we could see something breaking its surface and lo and behold there was a lonely sea lion. Nose in the air sniffing and casting its beady black gaze towards us. Just as we had gotten G to see it and be excited about it, like the bridge above, it disappeared.
We sat there staring out to sea scanning the horizon for the sea lion and looking heaven wards for another glimpse of the red scaffold, somewhere above us.
It was at that point that a kid next to us yelled, 'oh gross jelly fish’ well you would have though G had found a bucket of gold. A dead jellyfish to an almost 4 year old is, just like the most awesome thing, like, ever!
So we stared at the dead jellyfish for a while before realizing the rocks beneath us were moving. We had been staring at a colony of crabs, so well camouflaged as to be almost invisible, (they must have been trained at the fort)
G let out a sigh and said that he wished we were crabs, when I asked him why he said,’ just cause, I like crabs'
So fair enough he likes crabs.
He did go on to say not only did he wish we could be crabs, but that we could eat the crabs we saw down on the rock, at which point the conversation turned to where we should get dinner.
After discussing the merits of various establishments it was decide that we should go get seafood in the city. Making or way to the car we saw a real live jellyfish floating towards the rocks. Gabriel shouted, ' watch out little fella your gonna get dead, watch out for the rocks, little fella your gonna get dead!!!"
But the jellyfish did not heed G's strenuous warning and as we left was heading straight for the rocks where his brother was already lying, dead. Perhaps it was an ill-fated rescue attempt that us humans would not understand.
Back at the car Gabriel was very concerned that we not lose Tracy so I tried to follow her in her shiny new car as best I could but yet again the landscape was out to derail me.
As we climbed out of the gully where the fort is situated and headed up toward the bridge, again these shimmering glimpses of the red-ness kept appearing and disappearing in front of us. All of a sudden shards of yellow sunlight punctured the gloom that we were slowly heading into and in my rear mirror I could see the blue skies of Marin county receding out of view.
Windows open we ventured into what for all intents and purposes looked entirely like the clouds that loom over Glen Coe, infact the whole landscape reminded me so much of Scotland.
The dramatic mountains, the mist cloaking things in a pale wash and then the light. A light that many more eloquent writers than I have saw fit to address but the diffusion of the light through the moisture in the air left me longing for home, Scotland.
There is a certain subterfuge that nature plays on you in such conditions. It leads one to ruminating on romantic, wistful things.
It is not the clear unflinching light of goodness, where mystery has nowhere to hide and sin would burn up and shrivel in its unequivocal gaze.
It is a light that causes double takes and leaves room for second guesses, ambiguities and dreams.
As we crossed this imaginary bridge I felt something shift in me. The heaviness I have had in me since the move somehow got moved to one side and something of this curiosity and ambiguity seeped in.
My mind kept turning over something Tracy had said about the coastguard, who are stationed at the Fort, how their biggest job is picking up dead bodies out of the sea. Suicide’s that jump from the bridge.
And I had told her how I could not go near the rail when I was on a ferry because the churning waters seemed to call to me and when I had described that to someone they had said that is what vertigo was.
I thought about those people who leapt from the bridge and I could imagine the rush of air as they dove into that whispering subterfuge to their rather final fate.
And I thought, that despite feeling that I too had leapt into the gloom and had yet to hit the ground, that maybe this move was not me falling off the bridge but maybe, it was like my seeing the bridge from the low angel at the Fort.
With the fog slowly lifting her skirts just giving me a glimpse of the possibility of its shape. Maybe that is what this move is, is a test of my faith to keep heading into the gloom, hoping to catch a glimpse at any minute of the possibity of the future and trying hard to resist the urge to hurtle myself to the comfortable abyss.
So i will keep going forward even though i cannot see what is in front of me and i will be curious, because it seems i must.
Lx
Up until now I have been having a really hard time, so many things really.
Missing David trying to re-orientate oneself after moving.All the shit ye know like new bank accounts, doctors etc now doubled because I’m having to take care of all that for the wee man too.
And man has he been a handful, as you can imagine the wee lamb's been all over the place but more of that later I want to dedicate this post to today, a kind of perfect day.
We got up and had a pretty deacent morning, no whining and almost all of breakfast eaten without any threats or loss of privileges.
Wandered past che panise to the lovely Berkeley post office, Gabriel popped the letter in the slot and we headed off down Shattuck past the old dears out for their morning pastry's and messages (shopping), funny the world over a section of the community, pensioners, are only really seen between the hours of 9am and 11am they coincide with the mummies and new babies which I’m sure there is something poignant and prophetic to say about, but not by me.
So we potter on down to Live Oak Park and hang about, both of us keenly people watching. Gabriel is as keen an observer of the animal goings on the playground as I.
Today was particularly interesting, not only for the usual smattering of Berkeley parents who all have a uniform of, rugged go anywhere do anything Velcro secured sandals, yoga pants and soft cotton tops (dads included).
I don’t know where you buy this stuff but I stick out like a sore thumb in my paper denim cloth wide legged jeans and my apparently hysterical (Blanco twins I’m addressing you now) MBT trainers, (I have a bad back!)
Anyway there was some kind of drop in summer camp for kids about 5-10yrs old and I witnessed an altercation between a little girl dressed head to toe in pink and sparkles resplendent with hand bag and some of the other girls who ganged up on her following her around the playground threatening violence and exclaiming "oh know you didn’t" over what I could gather was the first girls utter of 'be quiet' to one of the other girls.
What I found so gripping was the chivalrous actions of obviously the cutest boy in the 6-8yr range there. Who after being pulled aside and asked for help by the victimized girl was throwing himself in the midst of the throng, telling the other girls to back off, and leave her alone.
But not in a big macho peacock kind of way more just a, sincere sense of the injustice of it all, kind of way. He looked like every boy I ever had a crush on in high school, dark hair blue eyes and freckles.
It was such compelling viewing that both Gabriel and I forgot our game of catch and just sat eating peaches watching the drama unfold.
I'd like to tell you what happened next but we had to leave as it was already lunchtime and we had to get our selves fed and across the Richmond Bridge to visit the Bay Area discovery museum in Sausalito.
After a quick lunch, we humped our stuff out to the car and set off.
I hadn’t been over the Richmond Bridge yet and into Marin so I didn’t know what to expect.
As we crested the hill and I saw the water sparkling in front of us, the bridge rising up and to our left the magical sight of San Francisco seemingly floating on a cloud which drifted along beside us. I completely forgot the directions and got us promptly lost.
So of course now we are late. We were supposed to be there at 1.30 and now (2.30) Tracy’s texting 'r u here'
So captivated am I by the landscape in front of me that I completely take another wrong turn. I get off in the heart of Sausalito where I had been before and is now packed full of aging German tourist puffing and heaving their bikes along the water front and walking them slowly up the many hills.
Finally under Tracy’s telephone instructions we find ourselves coming down the windy road toward Fort Baker and the Discovery Museum.
The fort is charming, if that is a word one should ever use in relation to an ex- military establishment. It is all red roofs and white clapperboard; it looks like the hotel in hotel New Hampshire. And the museum. Well we only had 45 minutes to ' soak ' it in but G had a blast it is really great, full of amazing exhibits that the 4-8 yr old crowd just loves. Oh and they had another green screen (what is it with the green screens, and San Francisco museums?) so I have pics of G dressed as crab floating in the ocean. If i ever figure out how to upload pics I will post them here.
We wandered through elaborate tunnels molded from soft pliable birch and G bounced on a huge spiders web. It was really cool and deserves at least a whole morning if not a day to fully appreciate.
As we were unceremoniously chucked out Tracy suggested we go down to the water to see if we could see any sea lions. As we turned to head to the water we could see that the wall of fog, that had greeted us as we had arrived obscuring any sign of the golden gate bridge, was slowly shifting offering tantalizing glimpses of the bridge. Which from the low angle we were at, loomed out of the gloom impossibly there and then gone in the same instant.
Walking towards the water we could see something breaking its surface and lo and behold there was a lonely sea lion. Nose in the air sniffing and casting its beady black gaze towards us. Just as we had gotten G to see it and be excited about it, like the bridge above, it disappeared.
We sat there staring out to sea scanning the horizon for the sea lion and looking heaven wards for another glimpse of the red scaffold, somewhere above us.
It was at that point that a kid next to us yelled, 'oh gross jelly fish’ well you would have though G had found a bucket of gold. A dead jellyfish to an almost 4 year old is, just like the most awesome thing, like, ever!
So we stared at the dead jellyfish for a while before realizing the rocks beneath us were moving. We had been staring at a colony of crabs, so well camouflaged as to be almost invisible, (they must have been trained at the fort)
G let out a sigh and said that he wished we were crabs, when I asked him why he said,’ just cause, I like crabs'
So fair enough he likes crabs.
He did go on to say not only did he wish we could be crabs, but that we could eat the crabs we saw down on the rock, at which point the conversation turned to where we should get dinner.
After discussing the merits of various establishments it was decide that we should go get seafood in the city. Making or way to the car we saw a real live jellyfish floating towards the rocks. Gabriel shouted, ' watch out little fella your gonna get dead, watch out for the rocks, little fella your gonna get dead!!!"
But the jellyfish did not heed G's strenuous warning and as we left was heading straight for the rocks where his brother was already lying, dead. Perhaps it was an ill-fated rescue attempt that us humans would not understand.
Back at the car Gabriel was very concerned that we not lose Tracy so I tried to follow her in her shiny new car as best I could but yet again the landscape was out to derail me.
As we climbed out of the gully where the fort is situated and headed up toward the bridge, again these shimmering glimpses of the red-ness kept appearing and disappearing in front of us. All of a sudden shards of yellow sunlight punctured the gloom that we were slowly heading into and in my rear mirror I could see the blue skies of Marin county receding out of view.
Windows open we ventured into what for all intents and purposes looked entirely like the clouds that loom over Glen Coe, infact the whole landscape reminded me so much of Scotland.
The dramatic mountains, the mist cloaking things in a pale wash and then the light. A light that many more eloquent writers than I have saw fit to address but the diffusion of the light through the moisture in the air left me longing for home, Scotland.
There is a certain subterfuge that nature plays on you in such conditions. It leads one to ruminating on romantic, wistful things.
It is not the clear unflinching light of goodness, where mystery has nowhere to hide and sin would burn up and shrivel in its unequivocal gaze.
It is a light that causes double takes and leaves room for second guesses, ambiguities and dreams.
As we crossed this imaginary bridge I felt something shift in me. The heaviness I have had in me since the move somehow got moved to one side and something of this curiosity and ambiguity seeped in.
My mind kept turning over something Tracy had said about the coastguard, who are stationed at the Fort, how their biggest job is picking up dead bodies out of the sea. Suicide’s that jump from the bridge.
And I had told her how I could not go near the rail when I was on a ferry because the churning waters seemed to call to me and when I had described that to someone they had said that is what vertigo was.
I thought about those people who leapt from the bridge and I could imagine the rush of air as they dove into that whispering subterfuge to their rather final fate.
And I thought, that despite feeling that I too had leapt into the gloom and had yet to hit the ground, that maybe this move was not me falling off the bridge but maybe, it was like my seeing the bridge from the low angel at the Fort.
With the fog slowly lifting her skirts just giving me a glimpse of the possibility of its shape. Maybe that is what this move is, is a test of my faith to keep heading into the gloom, hoping to catch a glimpse at any minute of the possibity of the future and trying hard to resist the urge to hurtle myself to the comfortable abyss.
So i will keep going forward even though i cannot see what is in front of me and i will be curious, because it seems i must.
Lx
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
the night before the night before
OK so my first blog, unusual choice for the dyslexic i know but hey if you don't mind the typos i wont sweat it.
So tomorrow D, the Bebo and myself all pile in the car and head west.
Houston has been our sweet sweaty friend for eight years now but now we are leaving, heading west.
The west, it conjours so many images.
when you grew up in a housing project outside of Glasgow, Scotland. It lives in your mind as this huge expanse filled with john fords characters and dust.
I wonder if we will meet any such dusty 'searchers' along our way?
SO the route as of today ( it could all change tomorrow so stay on your toes!)
Is this;
Houston- San Antonio ( stop for dinner at Casca bell, last amazing Mexican food i fear till i return to tejas)
San Antonio- fort Stockton ( which i hear from a reliable source has a stellar pizza hut)
Fort Stockton- Scottsdale AZ, ( OK so this is a big drive, but a beautiful resort awaits us for much cheapness as it is hotter than the sun there right now, perfect for my blue Scottish complexion)
Scottsdale AZ- LA, CA (we get to stay at our good friends Holly and Dave who ironically are in Berkeley this weekend, would you credit it?)
Bonus- we get to see Katrina and Benjy in LA on Saturday night
LA- Berkeley ( pick up keys, sleep on bare floor until van with belongings arrive next day)
So as i said coming from Scotland most of my images of America are not imagined but provided in some form or other by Hollywood.
So it is with in trepidation that i notice as i type this i keep humming the theme to National :lampoons vacation.
Lets hope we have no deaths or Christie Brinkley incidents, I'm not sure D is up to it.
Oh well wish us luck,
Lx
So tomorrow D, the Bebo and myself all pile in the car and head west.
Houston has been our sweet sweaty friend for eight years now but now we are leaving, heading west.
The west, it conjours so many images.
when you grew up in a housing project outside of Glasgow, Scotland. It lives in your mind as this huge expanse filled with john fords characters and dust.
I wonder if we will meet any such dusty 'searchers' along our way?
SO the route as of today ( it could all change tomorrow so stay on your toes!)
Is this;
Houston- San Antonio ( stop for dinner at Casca bell, last amazing Mexican food i fear till i return to tejas)
San Antonio- fort Stockton ( which i hear from a reliable source has a stellar pizza hut)
Fort Stockton- Scottsdale AZ, ( OK so this is a big drive, but a beautiful resort awaits us for much cheapness as it is hotter than the sun there right now, perfect for my blue Scottish complexion)
Scottsdale AZ- LA, CA (we get to stay at our good friends Holly and Dave who ironically are in Berkeley this weekend, would you credit it?)
Bonus- we get to see Katrina and Benjy in LA on Saturday night
LA- Berkeley ( pick up keys, sleep on bare floor until van with belongings arrive next day)
So as i said coming from Scotland most of my images of America are not imagined but provided in some form or other by Hollywood.
So it is with in trepidation that i notice as i type this i keep humming the theme to National :lampoons vacation.
Lets hope we have no deaths or Christie Brinkley incidents, I'm not sure D is up to it.
Oh well wish us luck,
Lx
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