Now I' m sharing magnets from my mother's fridge.
My mother's husband's family is from Holland and they traveled there a couple of times. A lot of things in her house reflect a love of that country.
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I enjoyed his Australia book so much, I decided to try the one about this country.
(this is a book I picked up in London)
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THE GRAND TOUR, Epilogue
18 June 2001
We have done "The Grand Tour." Twice.
On Saturday, Martha and I covered just about all of San Francisco that you can see from the car. We had wonderful weather so that all of my favorite city vistas were as impressive as they can be. We did hills and houses and waves and trees and people. It was great.
One of the things I enjoy the most on The Grand Tour is looking at the city I love through the eyes of someone seeing it for the first time. Everyone always enjoys their own particular "thing," and itís fun to be able to look at parts of the city in a different way. For Martha, it was the trees and the architecture, and how they differed from home. I love having things that I might otherwise take for granted pointed out to me -- the way the trunk of a tree grows, or the decoration in the side of a house that Iíd long since stopped thinking about. It keeps The City fresh and new every time.
I donít know what was going on with The City on Saturday, but it certainly was a busy place. We drove from Twin Peaks down to Stanyon St., and then through the Haight Ashbury district and I tried to get into Golden Gate Park, but there was a parade that was assembling and going on and we kept running into blockades and lines of traffic, with horses visible off in the distance, or pretty girls waving at crowds from the back of convertibles. I never did find out what it was, even after checking the newspaper later that night.
When we got into the park, finally, one grassy area was setting up tents for...something. Another had what appeared to be a company picnic in progress, with huge barbecue wagons firing up. Another grassy area had a banner welcoming all atheists.
Later, when we were driving through Chinatown, toward North Beach, all I could see was a solid Mass of people, which I later discovered as the 47th annual North Beach festival.
San Francisco is a city that knows how to party, and obviously its citizens were partying all over town.
We had a wonderful lunch at Greens restaurant, a gourmet vegetarian place with huge picture windows that look right out on the yachts parked along the Marina and beyond to the Golden Gate bridge.
At the end of the day, I dropped Martha back at her hotel, and I headed on over to San Rafael to my motherís. We visited for the afternoon, then drove to Richmond to pick up Jeri, who had been at her first rehearsal for Cabaret, in Alameda. She will be playing saxophone in her fifth production of that show during July and was even fitted for a costume, since "the orchestra" appears on stage.
The three of us went to Chevyís for a nice Mexican dinner and had a great time getting caught up on all of Jeriís doings in Boston and what she hopes to do while sheís out here on vacation.
On Sunday, I repeated parts of The Grand Tour for Marthaís husband, Gary, who was playing hookey from his convention for the day. We drove back up Market Street so Gary could see all the rainbow flags fluttering in the sun. As we were approaching Castro St., Gary received a phone call from his lesbian daughter, wishing him a happy Fatherís Day. It was perfect timing.
Martha particularly wanted me to take Gary down Lombard St., so he could see its twists and turns, and she wanted him to experience the Filbert St. Hill, which had caused her stomach to leap into her throat the day before. She said it was better than an amusement park ride. He was suitably impressed.
Our main destination for the day, however, was Sausalito, the little tourist town, formerly artist colony (itís too expensive now for a struggling artist!), where I had suggested we have lunch at The Spinaker, a lovely restaurant which has a great view of the bay, the bridges, and the city. It proved to be a great choice, as I knew it was.
The weather was perfect and we had a table that afforded a wonderful view. Lunch is always wonderful, and I never pass up the chance for a crab Louie salad, since itís so rare to get good Dungeness crab in most places.
When we finally left the restaurant, we drove up into the headlands for a breathaking view The City from the ocean side of Golden Gate bridge, and then we went back into The City and through Sea Cliff so Gary could catch a glimpse of Robin Williamsí house.
We ended our day back in The Castro. They had brought Marthaís wheelchair for the opportunity to wander around the street, soaking up the ambience and looking for "tacky rainbow crap" in some of the stores. As the parents of two gay kids, living in a town that they freely admit is homophobic, it was refreshing for them to be in a place where couples felt free to walk hand in hand on the streets, and where everything came with a rainbow, from window displays to stairs, to flags hung everywhere. They picked up a few souvenirs to take back home to the kids and then it was time to load the wheelchair back into the car and drop them off at their hotel again.
It was such a fun couple of days. I love having an excuse to just wander around the city I love and share it with someone new, so it was the perfect way for me to spend the weekend.
And when we had said our goodbyes, I made my third crossing of the Golden Gate bridge so I could get to my motherís in time to join the rest of the family for a Fatherís Day dinner.
All in all, a very nice way to pass a couple of pleasant, sunny days.
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Created 6/18/01 by Bev Sykes