First of all, we couldn't decide where to “work". My cousin wanted to do it in his office but I was adamant that we should find a coffee shop. When we finally decided to go to a coffee shop, we couldn't think of one that was parking-friendly, had free internet access AND not in my neighborhood. Again, all these requirements were my idea. I’m usually not that picky but I guess I just needed an excuse to postpone doing paperwork again. I was all for driving up north towards Marin County.
Before we knew it, we were already driving along the coast on Highway 1, up and down the curvy road towards Stinson Beach. All my good intentions were gone at the first sight of the water. We made our last half-hearted attempt to find an internet café but of course we couldn’t find one. I was already rolling up my jeans, ready to get my feet wet, but my cousin wanted to drive further down the road where he said that there’s a quaint town with tons of little shops and art galleries. Anyone who knows me well should know that this is enough of a bribe to take me away from the beach.
After about 30 or so minutes of driving, we still couldn’t find the little town. It could very well be imaginary but I didn’t care because the day was so beautiful it somehow seemed right to drive along aimlessly. We saw signs that said Point Reyes National Seashore along the way and I tried to rack my brain to remember anything that I’ve read about this place before.
“I think there’s a look-out point somewhere here where the views are supposed to be amazing,” I told my cousin. But the big question was where, and if there really was one, how do we get there. “I guess we could just follow the signs,” my cousin said, although he was already getting tired so we switched places and I drove some 20-something more miles.
Along the way, we finally saw a coffee shop. And not just your regular cafe, but a rare gem of a shop with delicious organic pastries and desserts called Busy Bee Bakery. Their sticky pecan roll was soooo good! With all that dessert and caffeine, I happily drove onwards, up more winding roads and past historical ranches. I kept following the signs to Point Reyes Lighthouse and just when it felt like the drive was never getting us anywhere, we came upon this view:
It was one of those moments where the earth's beauty simply took my breath away. Literally and figuratively. All around me were miles and miles of land and sea. It was very rugged and peaceful at the same time. You can hear the surf crashing against the shore and the wind was blowing so hard that I had to walk very slowly to keep myself steady. I wanted to stay up there for a long time or at least before sunset but it was too cold. And besides, we had to drive back to the city before nightfall.
So did we get any work done that day? Nada. But we found a treasure spot instead. And isn't that way more exciting than working on a weekend?
My cousin and I decided that we wanted to do some craft-making of our own and decorated wine jugs at the Carlo Rossi booth. I had so much fun getting my hands dirty and playing with the paints. We even got a free shirt and some wine tasting!
Someone from the booth asked us to pose for a picture with our wine jugs. Notice the green wristbands that we had to wear to show that we are "of legal drinking age". Hehe. Even then, I was still asked what my age was. Twice. Argh. Their Sangria was really good though plus we got to keep the wine jug AND download this pic for free at their website. Can't get any better than that right?
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The restaurant's festive decor even grew on me, as did the music blaring from a jukebox, although I couldn't understand any of the songs' lyrics. And yeah, I took pictures because it was still early and only a few people were there.
Now my next mission is to find the best Thai food. Suggestions anyone? =)
The musical is based on the real story of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons and although I hadn't known of them before, I do know most of their songs. Big Girls Don't Cry, Sherry, Walk Like a Man, Rag Doll - to name just a few.
It was like a trip down memory lane for me, growing up with my parents singing to most of these songs. I remember how my mom used to teach us how to dance the swing to the jazz version of Can't Take My Eyes Off of You and my sister and I would shout to the top of our lungs along with the chorus of "I love you baby...!" And unlike me who can only sing in the shower, my parents and my two sisters do have a very good singing voice. In fact, my parents even played lead roles on a local Christmas musical back in the day.
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"Alex, why do you have a book under your shirt?" Gina, our speech therapist, asked as soon as Alex and his friend Jose came to the Resource room for their speech therapy session.
"Oh, I just want my writings close to me," Alex answered.
"But don't you think it looks a little strange?" Gina asked, pointing at Alex's bulging chest.
"Nah", was all he said.
I looked at Alex to see if he was joking or not. He is an adorable 8-year old, super smart but is rather quirky and somewhat clueless when it comes to reading social cues. I could tell that he wasn't joking. Along with the journal under his shirt, he was also wearing this high-waisted pants with the shirt tucked inside.
"I think Alex wants to be a superhero," Jose said.
Alex, bless his heart, smiled. Beaming from ear to ear.
"I guess so", I added.
And so it was that Alex spent the rest of the school day with his journal underneath his shirt. =)
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