Staycation is the new Travel Adventure Vacation and Destination 2020 and 2021.
We all have our Travelogue Stories to tell. Some planned, others by surprise. All, a discovery of something beautiful, amazing and delicious that we already have locally.
This is my second Summer and Fall Staycation, and I feel absolutely blessed. Not only is it more relaxing, I also felt that I was able to enjoy more of life and precious time by experiencing more frequently things me and my Family love of doing together.
So I’m yes for Eating Local. I’m yes to Dreaming Local. It is the best way to Live More.
I get it, we all have our so negativity on the restrictions, lockdowns, mandates and stupid Politics and Indifference, but I’m tossing all that toxicity to the deepest parts of the Ocean.
Why should I let negativity drown me when I have a choice to just relax under the Sun and indulge on my favorite food overlooking the most wonderful view in the World?
And if I did it, so can you, that is if you haven’t done it yet already.
Today’s Menu: Think Differently. Feel Differently. Live Differently.
Staycation is max 5 Stars Review on Deliciousness. It’s full of joyful, rich, Wellness giving nutrients.
“Life’s too short to waste on complaining for every little thing.”
I’m always at the stores and didn’t notice there’s actually an LOL Section.
These can be found where the Mugs and the Motivational Frames are.
Mugs are the best. They are cheesy, hilarious, flowery, blunt, positive, intriguing, provocative. It becomes however we interpret their “words of wisdom and inspiration.”
Funny and fun when it does the opposite effect, meaning, message and reaction. Feel Good and Adorable Irony Word Salad.
If we want to give a not so obvious, subtle but highly effective brainwashing hint, a morning coffee Mug is the perfect gift.
So if you want a diamond ring, find a mug that says, “Diamonds are forever,” or “Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend.” Don’t worry Guys, we are still our Gals BFF. And aren’t we more dazzling than Diamonds? Well, my Wife said I am. So I believe her. Ask your wife, I bet she’ll say you are dazzling too.
Add, exchange, omit words or join group of words together and boom! Instant Scandalous Shockers.
Husbands, instead of waiting by the exit doors for your wives, get some fun mug for yourselves. Time for some coffee mug intervention. Stop using those chipped and stained ancient mugs. Live a little. Pamper yourself. Haven’t you earned it?
Honest, direct, open minded NO Shit and NO Non-sense are the funniest and the most real from my POV. It relates to my World where BS is a regular attitude and behavior.
Toxic People, Evil People, One Word, “CANCER.” And like CANCER, we need to cut them off, tune them out and delete them from our lives. If we can’t escape their presence, we change how we react and think around them.
Society and People’s expectations. Only if it’s a Two Way Street. Only if it benefits are fair, just and mutual. We don’t have to please anyone anymore unless we want to and not because we have to.
Think it but don’t say it? Or Say it but be ready to rumble? Good, close Friends can joke, laugh and be real among themselves, but never among acquaintances, the sensitive and co-workers. Not worth the hassle and stress.
Yep, there’s people who easily get into our nerves. They buzz, annoy and sting like bees minus any sweet honey for consolation.
We want to point a problem but don’t want to hurt the person’s feelings? Here’s a good one, “I need ——- to focus.”
Anything in excess is addiction. We stop abruptly and we go on withdrawals. That includes eating delicious sweets. I know, because I love sweets. Yes, I have a sugar problem.
There’s always an explanation for our behavior, physically, psychologically or emotionally.
Then there’s that Mug that we hope our heart will always be because it is the key to everything, our joy, our peace, our love. It’s stillness and contentment. It’s the perfect Mug to stay humble and appreciative.
Words are not just a words when it becomes our way of thinking and doing. They are powerful motivators of change or catalyst of destruction.
With great words comes great responsibility. Right, Uncle Ben?
Ok, time to finish my second cup of coffee and head to work. I’m hyper and awake enough.
“I didn’t quite understood until I was ready to understand.”
So, I’m reopening my mind and heart to remember the important Lessons of 9/11. Its Lessons are haunting because the present needs it direly. I will relearn. I will be better. I will try.
One Day of Tragedy brought all of America to Unite regardless of their Beliefs, Culture and Ethnicity.
I stayed till 1 A.M. today watching National Geographic’s 9/11: One Day in America and it touched my heart to a point of crying. My wife was also emotional when she saw the heartbreaking, horrifying events captured and recounted by the survivors.
It was a time one took immense pride in being an American. It was a time, America had one heart United because of their genuine love for country and one another.
Please remember the important lessons of 9/11.
Please remember who we were and how we can again become One United States of America.
Let their lives, and those who sacrificed mean something.
Is there any difference between Birds Beach, Seals Beach and Human Beach?
Yes, there are contrast and differences with some commonalities.
Birds Beach has lots of flying, diving, tweeting, singing, pooping. Life is communal, crowded, but everyone gets along. Sharing is normal. Watching each other feathers are normal. Trust is natural. No Social Distancing, No Masks, Birds don’t have to.
Seals Beach has lots of sleeping and relaxing. Life is laid back and no worries. Sun Bathing is a major lifestyle.
Ever now and then, a few wakes up, looks at each other and talk Seal language. Some just stare with droopy eyes looking startled or confused. Few would swim into the ocean to cool off or find food to eat. Also crowded. No Distancing, No Mask. They don’t have to.
Seals do fight and bite sometimes, but Seals quickly kiss and make up. They don’t hold grudges.
Seals mind their own business. No gossips. No exchange of destructive opinions. Instead, they’d rather doze off and dream. No wonder they don’t have facial wrinkles despite of all day Sun and no Sunblock.
Human Beach always moving, changing. People come and go. Some stay for awhile to enjoy the Sun, Sand and Surf. Others pass by for pictures then move on.
Humans tend to stay within their circles. Trust is not normal, it’s earned. They hardly talk or socialize with other humans they don’t know. May be an eye contact, a smile or a friendly greeting, “Morning,” when in close proximity to one another.
Some Humans are curious, restless, adventurous, brave and daring. They would swim waist deep on waves 4 feet high or higher. They would go past safety markings and climb sharp rocks that looks dangerous. Others enjoy Nature from a distance, content on where they are. These are the Humans that can keep still. They are either the calm ones or the cautious ones.
No Distancing among circles. Distancing among strangers. Everyone, No Masks. It’s the Outdoors!
Humans like Social Media. They like to scrutinize other people’s lives. Gossip is a past time. Taking Selfies are both talent and skill. Humans are opinionated. Their words can be used as a weapon because they’re powerful. Their words can also bring people together and heal.
Human Beach has trash. Some visitors leave them. Perhaps the waves will just wash them away or gets buried in the sand. May be a genuine Nature Lover will pick the trash and dispose them properly.
Luckily, Human pooping all natural is never allowed nor accepted in these beaches. That would be mega gross. No Porta Potty except at the hiking trail entrance.
The 3 Beaches have one beautiful treasure in common, the Ocean. It’s blue, it’s vast, it’s relaxing and it’s wonderful. The Beaches shares the Ocean equally.
The Ocean is always free. Humans decided it needs entrance fee in some Nature Parks and Beaches for maintenance and upkeep. Fair enough. Provides jobs too.
Same Hiking Trails at Wilder Ranch State Park, just different views, observation and experience 1-2 blocks away. Amazing.
We didn’t finish the trail. Too long, no water. We skipped the visitor center information. It wasn’t a planned hiking. I just stopped where I first saw many cars parked from the roadside.
My General Rule: More Cars means More Adventure and Scenic Views.
Definitely, we will come back more prepared. I heard, there’s a Shark Beach. That would be “Jaws Dropping.”
Fall 2021 begins September 22. Should I wait to experience its magic?
Should I wait to see it’s beautiful colors of orange, yellows, reds, greens and purple?
Should I wait to smell its fragrance of cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, cloves and of course …pumpkins?
Should I wait to taste its delicious food and beverages like Pumpkin Pie and Pumpkin Spice Latte?
Should I wait to experience the unique blend of Happiness that it brings?
No, Nah, Nada, Nevah…on waiting!
So, at 5:45 A.M., I turned on our Fall Tree lights because I want to, I need to, I love to. Early Bird gets to catch the first batch of magic.
No one should wait for their magic to happen. With what is going on in our homes, community, country and the World, we need all the magic we can get…now!
18 months of the Pandemic taught me to live in the now and make my dreams happen with a sense of urgency.
“We’ve lived several months of Emergency Disaster. Some places still do. Knowing another Emergency is just around the corner, waiting for what matters and what’s important shouldn’t have to wait. Should be just as emergent.”
I should have done them sooner and more, but I’m grateful because God gave me plenty of chances to bring to life many of what my heart has always wanted.
I choose to celebrate Life bigger, sooner, longer, deeper, more spontaneous because I don’t know what happens to me and those I love next week, next month, next year.
This is my truth. Don’t care if it’s weird. Don’t care if it it doesn’t follow the norms. At the end of a dream, who felt happier, won. Who missed it, lost. And I’m tired of losing. I needed more wins.
Life has never been more urgent. No more waiting for good things to simply happen.
“I almost ran out of flicker to my flame. Then God showed me how dark, sad and cold it already is. My fire is taking baby steps. I’m not as young, patient, tolerant and forgiving as I used to be. I needed more time to heal. The wounds, too scarred, too deep. I needed more time to forgive and be braver on happiness. The hope, that my flame will burn brighter to light every corner and every room in my mind, heart and soul.”
Have you been to a restaurant where the owner personally meet, greet, takes you to your table and serve you your food?
Have you been to a restaurant that feels like you’re part of their family though a total stranger?
Have you drove 1-2 hours just to satisfy a food craving that has no other substitute anywhere?
Have you been to a restaurant where the food taste and looks gourmet and beyond Zagat rating yet at a very affordable price?
Have you been to a secret garden where the ambiance seems to have been created just perfectly for you?
I’ve been, twice. It’s called The Haute Enchilada Cafe and Gallery at Moss Landing, California.
The Haute Enchilada Cafe is a non-pretentious food haven. It’s serious great food everyone will have an equal opportunity to enjoy. Seems unbelievable in a World full of fancy, even intimidating, uncomfortable, too formal Resto Bars and Restaurants.
Here, customers dine as they are in their most comfortable clothes. No need to impress anyone. Just the Kitchen chef eager to impress each and every customer.
We’re lucky to walk-in twice without reservations and be accepted. The others after us, not so much. 24 hour reservation is needed.
A large group of people walked-in after us. They we’re turned down even if the woman with them said, “We’re always here.” The owner wasn’t impressed a bit to bend the rules. She said no.
This gem restaurant observes COVID CDC mandate of distancing and mask. So, one can eat without worrying about the Delta Variant landing on one’s food, nose or mouth.
The Haute Enchilada owners does not compromise their staff and clients safety for money. Quality never compromised for quantity. This rare character alone makes the people behind this food treasure destination deserving of this post. Well earned and yes, I’m still feeling lucky and thankful to celebrate my wife’s 45th Birthday there.
No, I didn’t tell the owner of my wife’s B-day to enter. Somehow, she just saw in our eyes we needed a moment of joy, romance and a bit of magic.
Destiny, instinct, connection, whatever it was, it made our dream come true. And yes, we drove almost 2 hours with traffic on a hope. And hope happened.
A special place deserves more than the usual ratings and reviews. It deserves to be shared and remembered by heart in a personal way because it did the same to the story teller.
That is something money can’t influence nor how many followers we have. Not everything revolves in Social Media.
In this restaurant, no one cares if we are an Influencer or deep pocketed. What they do care is for us to have an amazing time and take home a happy, delicious memory.
Travel without great food is just travel. After a while, we forget them. Travel with great food is an experience and it becomes an unforgettable memory.
Dessert Story next Food Adventure. It’s sweet tooth divine and will be worth the wait.
“There are foods to sustain life. There are foods to feel alive. We need both to live happy and healthy. No compromise.”
You know the world is messed up when Squirrels are eating Doritos, an addicting delicious junk food.
Sunday, wife and I drove to Bixby Bridge. We were very surprised the Squirrels just keep going to any tourist near them.
The Squirrels were so friendly. Too friendly. They would stand up and stretch their arms and hands like waiting for tourists to hand them something. Wasn’t money for sure.
Then I saw a woman feeding them Doritos. First 1-2 Squirrels came out of their homes, then I saw about 8, could be more. They were everywhere.
Squirrels are so cute and adorable. It’s very easy to get excited and just feed them anything edible for fun, pictures and videos, when it’s actually harming them. Could even kill them. All that salt and chemicals. If people can develop obesity, high blood pressure, Diabetes, even Cancer because of chemicals, salt and sugar, I’m sure Squirrels are just as susceptible to diseases if not more from eating unhealthy, processed food.
Would I see them again on my next visit to Bixby Bridge? I hope so. This time I’ll bring a sign, “Please do not feed the Squirrels especially chips.”
What we do with Nature and it’s living creatures has an impact. They could do good or harm. We could help with their survival or destroy them. People need to assume some responsibility and accountability both for Nature and the future generations. They too deserve to live, thrive and stay healthy. Not just us today.
And if we can’t really help it, here is what Google recommends:
In a setting without any human interaction, squirrels enjoy nuts, seeds, tree flowers and tree buds from a variety of trees including butternut, cedar, dogwood, elm, hackberry, hemlock, hickory, maple, mulberry, pine and spruce. They also snack on mushrooms and fungi from time to time.
I guess we can still feed them, just feed them what their usual Nature diet that is all natural and organic. Yes, organic. Don’t panic, Whole Foods has them, most groceries do.
“We are the Guardians and Protector of all Living Creatures. Remember our purpose. Remember how it felt to care.”
Like meeting a Lover on Cloud 9…Carmel by the Sea.
Like the Sun renewing its eternal love for the Day…Carmel by the Sea.
Like a heartbroken, anxious adventurer finding his joyful calm…Carmel by the Sea.
Like the Sunset in its promise that all bad things end at Night and all good things begins at Sunrise…Carmel by the Sea.
Finding God’s peace in the midst of chaos and suffering… Carmel by the Sea.
A person, a place, a moment in memory, we all have our Carmel by the Sea more plenty than the grains of sand our hands can ever hold.
Thank you for sharing your many Carmel by the Sea with me. I see you. I’m with you, from Sunrise to Sunset, from low tide to high tide, from night to day and back.
So we gather and celebrate all that’s good, even in thoughts at our Carmel by the Sea. We share them with gladness and gratitude knowing not everyone gets to have their Carmel by the Sea.
The sad reality of the World is that not everyone gets to have their Carmel by the Sea. This part will never be fair and just. But the hope is alive for as long as the kindness and generosity in people remains.
Your Carmel by the Sea, how do you want it to be? Today, your wish is my command. One Carmel by the Sea coming right up. POOF!
Romantic, tragic, spine-chilling. Our story began some 72 years ago.
Young and naive, a beautiful woman always in a blue dress fell in love with a handsome ladies’ man who played piano at the bar of Moss Beach Distillery. She made multiple trips to the restaurant to be meet her lover. Blue Lady was married. Supposedly, her husband never knew of the secret love affair.
The lady in the blue dress was killed while walking with her lover at the beach below the distillery. Did the murder happened under the moonlight or in broad daylight? There was no mention of when she gasp her last breath or how she died.
Her lover claimed they were assaulted and he was just fortunate to have survived.
No description on how she got killed. Was Blue Lady strangled? Was she hit on the head? Was it a bullet or a knife to her heart?
Her death wasn’t peaceful. Her death sudden and unjust. So, her Ghost roams the distillery for answers. Her Ghost continues to search for love that was cut short.
The murder was never solved. It remained a mystery.
Many have witnessed the Blue Lady’s presence at the Beach Moss Distillery. Ghost Experts say it’s because she is searching for her lover. It’s the version of the Blue Lady story for the tourists in this historical landmark.
Perhaps, she haunts seeking for justice for the life and love taken away from her too soon. No one knows, only the Blue Lady does. She hasn’t trusted a living soul to tell her full story of how and why she died.
The lover would have been an easy suspect wanting to get rid of her or the furious husband in his moment of rage, but the Killer was neither. The Killer got away with murder.
A haunting version was recreated in NBC TV series Unsolved Mysteries titled “The Legend Of The Blue Lady.”
Many strange harmless events had been documented like phone ringing but no caller, checkbooks floating on air, locked rooms from the inside without signs of entry, women diners losing one earring only to be found in one place weeks later, computer dates tampered and small children actually able to see the Ghost of the Blue Lady in the Restaurant.
We ate at the Moss Beach Distillery hoping to see the Ghost of the Blue Lady. We didn’t see her but definitely one can feel a lonely presence or at least the romantic sad nostalgia of her love story.
The restaurant food was excellent, the ambiance, reminiscent of the Golden Era of Hollywood, the staff very friendly. And there’s the view as haunting and as beautiful as our Blue Lady.
Maybe I saw a glimpse of her. One of my photos captured a lady in blue. Nah, I think it’s just one of the customers coincidentally in blue. I’m no Ghost Whisperer.
With what’s going in our world, country, community, work place and homes…
We have eyes, but unable to see the truth and human suffering. We have ears but incapable of listening. We have mouths that choose silence or destruction. We have hearts that doesn’t know empathy, compassion and kindness.
We have hands that hurt, claws and tear people to pieces. Too much imagination?
I walk aimlessly among the Living Dead inside a very crowded Mall. We don’t eat flesh. We consume anything in our path capitalism has created. The hunger, never satisfied.
Fiction, Truth or Analogy? I don’t know, it feels very real. The fear is real. The apathy is real. The detachment, anger and paranoia are real.
I used to enjoy watching Zack Snyder’s Dawn of the Dead. I still do. Just didn’t realize it is real, or at least the tamer less terrifying version of it.
Son making his point, “Dad, 3 hours drive just to go to a beach? A beach is a beach. We can go closer.”
Hmm, what to say to convince him? True, a beach is a beach. What makes Pismo Beach any different from a beach that’s less than an hour away?
Had to process my reasoning power STAT.
My quick answer, “Well, it’s on the way to Universal Studios. We’re hitting L.A. Buddy!”
He looked shock and confused. Unsure what to say, he replied, “Okay,” sounding more like a question than a confirmation.
Next Day, when I woke up, he was all ready. Two small suitcases in his room. One empty. I asked why the other suitcase is empty. Laughing he said, “Dad, that’s for my shopping. I already made a list of wear to go. So, let’s go Buddy!”
My brain said, “Oh, No! I never mentioned shopping.”
Now I’m the one shocked and confused. Unsure how to respond, I just said, “Okay,” that sounded more like a question than a confirmation.
I hurriedly prepared two cups of strong coffee. One to wake me up. The other, to make me reflect on what I just unleashed.
Nope, a beach is not just a beach. Some are just more awesome than others. Some have bigger fun shockers and surprises from journey to destination, to and fro.
In the end, Happy Family moments and memories are so worth all the work, shock and awe. The best actually, that we can’t forget them.
Reminiscing, looking at photographs makes us smile, even glow. For a minute we are transported in time like it’s happening today. For a minute, our heart gets to relive where it was happiest.
Isn’t that worth the effort and any long travel? Isn’t that worth working a bit extra to save some vacation funds for our next adventure?
“So, let’s go Buddy. Life is short.”
Definitely, we need time to relax and be sunny before work week begins again.
With what’s going on with the World, our Country and around us, an ounce of happy experience is worth more than a pound of cure. If there is a cure.
“I don’t have to be rich to have a private beach. I just need gas money and a long day off.”
People wonder what it is to travel at a whim to the most expensive, beautiful destinations from around the world where money and time is never an issue. I am one of those.
People wonder what the rich enjoy and experience. People fantasize what’s it like to own a private jet, hotel, island or beach and just live a life of permanent vacation. I am one of those.
Truth is, we can without having lots of money. We can improvise and have a version of what the rich have.
With creativity, imagination and practical realism, we get to see what they see, feel what they feel, experience what they experience.
Anyone can live life to the fullest for less.
We can have fun, relax, enjoy and be happy for so much less.
A private beach just for me? Sounds impossible, if not ridiculous but I had it not just once but a few times this Summer.
And my private beach didn’t cost me much except money for gas, bottled water and To Go food.
Sunday was my son’s last day of Summer. It was also my last day of Summer vacation. We chose to stay local for 2 weeks and not travel International or other States for two reasons.
First, outrageous expenses ( hotels, air fare and car rentals have been jacked up ).
Second, super crowded airports and public places when we are on a COVID surge with the Delta Variant.
Every time I bring up the idea of Hawaii or Cancun, son will show me an IG video clip of how crazy their airports are. And it worked.
The Private Beach…
Last day of Summer. My son and I decided to hike back to Garrapata State Park just passed Point Lobos. We’d been to the same spot 3 times. This time we intend to hike and climb the rocks farther till we can’t do it no more. That was the goal and the dream.
It almost did not happen. Wifey wants to drive somewhere closer, safer. In the end, what the heart wants won. Super lucky and happy.
My son called me as he pointed his fingers beyond the rocks, “Dad, look. It’s a Private Beach. Our Private Beach.”
And there it was, our own Private Beach. No soul in sight. We can do whatever. I could have swam naked and no one will care. My son won’t care either.
Just a small strip of beach but that’s all we needed for an enjoyment that is just ours. Did we feel rich? Yes. Did we see, feel and experience what the rich see, feel and experience? Yes, yes and yes.
On the way back, exhausted, face all sweaty, huffing and puffing, my son told me, “Dad, you look like your dying.” I replied, “I am, but I don’t care. Just give me a moment to catch my breathe.”
I don’t know how I made it back legs so tired, wobbly and heavy but I did.
Driving home, I told my son, “Can’t believe this is our last day of Summer.” Then I asked him, “Are you happy of the places we went to?” He smiled at me and replied, “Yes, I am happy.” I smiled back content, “I am happy too.”
This is our second Summer that we haven’t traveled outside the U.S. nor other States. We chose local Staycation and just do day trips. No overnight hotels too, if possible.
So far, we did fine. The fun, adventures and happiness are just as good, if not better.
Always live our Summers the way we dreamt our Summers would be. Never waste time procrastinating or dwelling on negativity. Just let our hearts surprise us with its adventures. No expectations.
Believe me, we will have such an amazing time that our hearts won’t be able to contain all that happiness.
My family's unwavering belief in me makes me feel that I can do anything, be anything. This blog is about the people that made a difference in my life and the many journeys we made together. Because of them,I get to dream again...and those dreams, they remind me each day that life is a gift and a blessing. A blessing that is full of goodness, joy and hope.