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it would take me a while to really gather up the words to explain what catalina island means to me.  and what it means has changed over the years just how my interest in skiing as developed into liking and my exploration of onions has broadened into loving over time.  it is so dear to my heart and i truly can’t get enough of it.  that’s a photo of me up top at age four in front of the casino.  and on this trip, if i plan to wear shoes at any point they would be these corduroy vans, just cause.  i’ll have my olympus trip by my side for point and clicks.  we might swing by the marlin club for a stiff drink after we made a hearty breakfast to stave off the hangover we achieved with last nights buffalo milks.  and then proceed to float for the rest of the day.  after a shower we laze on the boat reading the sun also rises to each other as we wait for the grill to heat up.

get ready for a photo montage:

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i have been to san francisco a number of times, but have never really gotten a chance to be a true tourist.  i sailed competitively all thorough college and one of my favorite places to race was city front in san francisco.  butterflies would fill my belly with excitement as the breeze would pick up and the halyards would clack against masts faster and faster.  i got to know the wave organ well at the end of the peninsula.  we would post up there, watch the racing, eat a lot of peanut butter sandwiches, and try to soak up the sun before we had to go out for the next race.  but, that’s really all i got to spend some real quality time experiencing.  we, of course, hit the usual suspects: the golden gate bridge, the exploratorium (even better as an adult), coit tower, ghirardelli square, peir 39, chinatown (to pick up a friend’s dry cleaning, no less).  i’ve never taken BART, i’ve never been to alcatraz, i’ve never been to the farmer’s market, i’ve never been to a giant’s game.  all of these seem so quintessentially san francisco.  all of which i probably need to do, seeing as i live in california…….but, THIS was the attraction that really struck my fancy, above and beyond all of the previously noted: san francisco’s camera obscura.   how cool is this?!?

 

from their website:  “The camera obscura is a rare device,based on a 15th century design by Leonardo da Vinci.It produces 360 degrees of spectacular Live Images of the Seal Rock Area. Call the operator today! (415) 750-0415”

images via: one // two // three // four 

AND for your listening pleasure:

 

“french navy” ~ camera obscura

the indie pop band from scotland – not bad.

we are venturing out on a mini vacation to palm springs to stay at the saguaro for a night.  i’m REALLY looking forward to all of the old lady lounging, drinking, reading, floating.  aaaaand if i had an expendable income these would be the things that i couldn’t pass up for a little palm springs getaway:  a sweet little hat from j.crew that i can’t seem to get enough of (see spelunking) // braids! // some veuve // little white jumper // some light reading with herman wouk’s don’t stop the carnival // a getaway bag // some neutral sandals (now a ridiculously good price) // some serious nail polish to match the saguaro’s paint job // and of course the saguaro pool view.

the narrows // barton springs // french riviera // bovec

these fantastic days in southern California just really get me.  this will be my first summer in an office all day.  i’m 25 and it’s my very first summer where i’ve had to spend all day inside.  THAT, is amazing to me.  how lucky have i truly been all these years.  there are upsides to this inside summer; steady paycheck, daylight savings, no homework, no day after day sunburns, no wrangling punk children…….

once this steady paycheck finally pays off, i’d love to make it to, really, any of these places.  sense of wanderlust has been building since summers upon summers ago.

however, it’s still only spring.  i need to relish this time where parking is easy to find, it doesn’t take an hour to get off/on the peninsula, and i don’t feel terribly guilty for being inside.  cheers to the vernal equinox.