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My story posted in Epicurean-Traveler.com Jolt Your Senses: 72 Hours in San Mateo County
Arizona’s mountain tapestry enveloped us as we approached. Saguaros raised an arm-or multiples-in hello. The ocotillo’s crimson halo and gown of green enticed. This is to be our home! The steps leading up to this moment were quick ones. As the town approached and we emerged from our caravan of two with our golden retriever, … More New in Town
A cottontail crossed my path today, a fluffy blur from the corner of my eye. Jumping chollas seem to take chase. The Sonoran desert is yet more alive after unseasonable rainstorms. Jumbled pillars invite creatures to perch on top. Brilliant blue to twenty shades of gray skies are luminous. After the cloudburst, all is pristine. … More Desert Senses
Yesterday, the sun shone brilliantly and the salty sea smells bee-lined into our nostrils. The sand and water appeared endless. Surfers, frisbee-chasing dogs, families, couples and lone individuals dotted the horizon, seemingly rejoicing such abundance. We, too, felt the harmony here on the Bolsa Chica bike trail to Huntington Beach. A quick stop for oranges and almonds from a … More Heaven in H.B.
Irish eyes Irish coffee Irish luck Irish jig Irish fairy tale Irish pub Irish countryside Irish tradition Irish music Irish whiskey Irish charm What would you add to the list of Irishisms?
Stimulating to the senses and one of our favorite treks: Santa Ynez Valley. We meandered the country roads and canyons by both car and bicycle this time. The balance injected some exercise into the mix and likely mitigated our purchases. Just two bottles are a strain in my backpack! Noticeably parched in spots, local water … More Savoring Santa Ynez
We gaped at the green flash at sunset. This morning the plumeria intoxicates. Lavender hibiscus are a new find. The wavesong is joy 😉
The slowest, most deliberate Lomi Lomi, Swedish and NMT strokes put me in a place between awake and asleep, satisfied. In a hale over Hulopoe Bay, the waves and birds orchestrated. I’ve no doubt that the Four Seasons massage therapist would have rearranged nature’s sounds to my liking, if I wished, but this music was sweet … More Heavens to Betsy