can you imagine? living here? coming out onto the patio--to this view-- to meet Cary Grant?
that's exactly what the Hearsts did, like, 70 years ago.
This is the second--indoor-- pool. covered with gold inlays. really...made. me... want. to swim....
Posted by b.lowe at 1:18 PM 1 comments
Labels: California, Hearst Castle
I might be an old woman. I like to think I'm pretty adventurous (see boda boda picture from Uganda above ⇑), but in Solvang, CA all I cared to do was meander the sidewalks, sample fudge, and look at the kitschy Norse bric-a-brac-- mostly of tiny viking figurines with giant beards or tiles with clever sayings such as "You can tell a Dane, but you can't tell him much" (harty-harr-harr). Old-women activities, right? With the exception of an elementary school fieldtrip group, Ali and I may have been the youngest tourists in this Danish settlement 130 miles north of Los Angeles. My Los Angeles roommate warned me ahead of time that Solvang was "boring". I think it might be accurate to assume that she was unimpressed with my roadtrip agenda. I don't think she understands that I bring the party. Solvang was not boring. Nowhere I go is boring.
Posted by b.lowe at 10:17 PM 2 comments
Labels: California, not being boring, Solvang