Along with my friend Liz I drove up to Morro Bay to give a program on Wednesday. We left on Tuesday about 4:30pm, but had a stop in Santa Barbara to deliver some things I brought back from Maine for a fellow student, since she was flying. Then we decided we needed to eat and found Bouchon, an elegant restaurant downtown where we had soup (onion for Liz and velvety corn for me) and delicious crab cakes. The service was somewhat slow and we took too long, so were driving on Hwy 1 in the dark. I just don't see as well as I once did and it was a sort of scary drive. By the time we got to our motel it was 11pm. Fortunately, the program for Gold Coast Quilters was at 1pm Wednesday, so we were able to rest up a bit, have a nice breakfast at the Coffee Pot and visit the "nursery", which is a great shop that sells plants, pots, fountains, statues and a lot of other lovely things. I left some money to support the economy.
The ladies in the guild were very welcoming and friendly and seemed to enjoy seeing the quilts from the Thomas Contemporary Quilt Collection. I took about forty pieces of a broad range of styles, artists and ages. I try to hang as many as possible so they have a chance to get up close and really see the workwomanship and techniques used.
We stopped for a late lunch at the Taco Temple on Main Street (old Hwy 1) near Spencer's Grocery. What they call a taco we might call a loaded tostada - no way could one pick it up in their hand to eat it. Knife and fork required. We shared a cup of Albondigas soup, just to see how authentic is was and it was authentic. One big albondigas and lots of hominy. Yummy. But, be warned, one taco is a meal for a big eater! The burrito at the next table might have served three normal eaters.
Then on the road home. Again we were driving at night, but instead of darkness, we had construction, accidents, bright lights, and heavy traffic. I was so tired I missed the turn off in Pasadena. Remind me not to drive at night, uh? I dropped Liz off at her house and was home by 10pm. I picked up KoKo in the morning about ten. Then today I dropped him off with Nancy Ota so I can be gone for one night for meetings in SDiego. Poor guy probably wonders if I will ever stay home with him. But I know he is happy to stay with Dee or with Nancy or with Cherie. Or, really, with just about anyone. He is the most adaptable dog I've ever known.
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