(Second of three posts of my California Trip. To see first post click here.)
Once we arrived in Monterey after traveling for what felt like 127 hours, all was calm. We had never seen my mother and her husband’s home in Monterey since they wed three years ago. They spend half of the year in Puerto Rico and the other half in Monterey.
The next morning we wasted no time getting out to tour the area. My mother’s husband was a wonderful tour guide. He is a retired air force and army engineer who went on two tours to Vietnam. He took us around to Fort Ord, a Us Army post where he was stationed during his youth.
He also took us to the site of the Navy Postgraduate School in Monterey which used to be one of the finest luxury hotels in California. The grounds and buildings of this old Hotel Del Monte , whose guests including Theodore Roosevelt and Ernest Hemingway, are gorgeous
We then headed to Monterey Bay to gawk at the lovable and noisy sea lions.
Our hungry bellies led us straight to Roy’s Hawaiian Fusion Restaurant in Pebble Beach.
Need I say more about Roy’s?
We ended this marvelous day at the Hyatt Carmel Highlands to watch the most orgasmic sun set ever, while sipping on wine and eating olives (and then smoking a cigarette – just kidding.)
My husband who is a biologist, avid birder and Environmental Planner, tends to look at life through… magnifying lenses.
In addition to Condors as well as other Western Birds, he was hoping to spot a Mountain Lion. He headed out early one morning on a solo trip to see what he could find.
As he hiked through farm land, this sign above made him cautiously excited that he may indeed encounter a Mountain Lion but he was beginning to regret exploring on his own.
Feeling the heat of the late morning, he began to shed his layers of clothing as he hiked along. He took off a second layer and suddenly saw a very bright pink object (sorry, no picture) which had clung to his shirt, fall on the ground.
O.M.G. It was one of our daughter’s pink stiped undies! Fresh out of the dryer prior to leaving for our trip. He immediately put it in his pant pocket, looked around to make sure nobody was looking and felt relieved to find himself, all alone.
It was finally time to go on a search of my own to find, Clint! We headed to one of the most popular piano bars at the Mission Ranch Hotel and Restaurant (bought by Clint Eastwood when he learned it would be developed) for after dinner drinks.
I walked in the door and looked straight at the piano to see if Clint happened to be playing but…(although probably the same age as Clint,) THIS was NO Clint:
We stayed for a couple of hours and were treated to the talented fingers of Russian pianist, Gennady Loktionov who was the special music arranger for Clint’s movie, Million Dollar Baby.
This place is crazy! A sort of meat market if you will, for 60+ locals who like to go on Thursday nights. Anybody who wants can go up and sing along with Gennady – and that they did!
Sitting in the back, I could not see the bar action very well so I decided to sit up at the bar where there was only one seat open at the time. My husband and parents stayed behind at our table.
As I sang along to Piano Man, I noticed Gennady ogling over my way as he played along. My mom then came up to the bar to alert me of this which she could see from the table in the back. I smiled and kept singing along.
Now, my husband is used to seeing turkey vultures while out on his adventures but these 60+ human male vultures, immediately came in for the kill! I was surrounded by a couple of them circling above me who assumed I was alone.
Then came Gus. Poor Gus. He had definitely been there all night (according to other women who warned me that he was out for the hunt) and his 70-year-old body was not cooperating. He swooped right in, put his hand on my back and asked me if I had been there all night. I smiled once again and said, “Yes, and so has my husband over there.”
At this point my husband came to my rescue and we watched Gus and the others make their rounds looking for fresh meat.
I reminded my husband that had that been Clint, I would have allowed him to touch my back and do whatever he wanted to do to me.
Although, have you people seen Scott Eastwood?
He resembles his father and is rumored to play Christian Grey in the Fifty Shades of Grey movie.
I might have to choose Scott over Clint.
*Stay tuned for post #3 where I tell you about road runners, squeezed nipples and broken toes.*