We flew up to the Bay Area last month during a weekend pocket of calm between rain storms, marking the transition from winter to spring. We did an AirBnB in Berkeley, at a tiny house in our host’s backyard. There were chickens and a friendly black kitten named Aster, and our host shared his record player and books with us. First thing in the morning I’d listen to Nina Simone or Joy Division on vinyl, then read Audre Lorde or t.s. eliot before falling asleep in the evenings.
When we weren’t traveling between Berkeley and SF, we walked through much of the Mission District and Haight & Ashbury, and wandered aimlessly around Berkley and Oakland with walks sometimes spanning 11 miles in a day. We ducked into shops when we got tired, or wandered into cafes or restaurants when we got thirsty or hungry. Sadly, I can’t even remember most of the places we walked into. Regardless of all the time we spent plotting our itinerary in any location, we hardly followed any of it. But I think I like it that way.
I was really curious as to what that guy was playing on his guitar as I was quietly inhaled my pastries. Yeah I’m a creep.
I have mixed feelings about LA. I appreciate that nearly everything wonderful is so accessible within such a compact space of a city; but because LA is so compact, getting from point A to point B won’t happen so easily with freeways congested at nearly all hours of the day.
So we decided on a whim to drive up anyway.
I’ve been to the Getty a few times, but I always discover something new whenever I look at the permanent collection. We went to the Getty Center sometime in the afternoon, when the sun was bright and the travertine surfaces were even more reflective. Sometimes I saw the texture, other times I saw the shape.
This past week was pretty hectic, so there are a few iPhone photos today.
Not too long ago I made popsicles using coconut milk, this particular variety of green tea from Harney & Sons, and some strawberries and blueberries. Then I sweetened both the coconut milk and the green tea with a bit of stevia. Some of them didn’t come out as stratified as I would have liked, but that’s because I’d disturb the pop molds every couple of minutes. Depending on the temperature of your freezer, you want to wait anywhere between thirty minutes to an hour between pouring liquids and adding fruits; i.e, don’t poke at it and remove the sticks every fifteen minutes like I did.
Sometime late last year, we got married during a heatwave and drove up the central California coastline after it was all said and done. We drove through Big Sur up to Monterey, and then back down. I’m hoping this year will be filled with more adventures, whether they are the outside variety, or the quiet ones that happen in the imagination.