She would start June 15th and the internship would run until September 9th, just before her last year at William & Mary.
Prior to this, she would take a heavy load of economics courses. Isabella mentioned that they were focusing more on theory; and of course, developing their own at the student level. While Isabella's focus was entrepreneurial economics, she was no stranger to the basic tenants of the many theories within the economic space; both past and present.
Her semester was tough. And while Isabella was busy studying, Liam was busy "knocking the ball out of the park"; literally. In eighteen games, he had fifteen home runs and forty runs-batted-in. He was selected for the All-Area All-Star team, and would play traveling baseball that summer. Bella would be hard at work, and Liam hard at play.
It was hard that summer to split my time between traveling baseball and with Belle in Richmond. I did my best to go to Richmond every two weeks, and stay the weekend. Liam had a much busier schedule that kept me on the road. Because of this, I had to relax with Belle on the weekends in Richmond.
We had formed a tradition of having a "Girls Nite Out" on Saturdays. She had developed a taste for craft beer and wine, which was not far from Brady's footsteps. It seemed as though she was following them in lockstep. And not to go unnoticed, she was doing it seamlessly. Liam, too, was doing his very best on the baseball diamond. He typically had averaged one run a game and three RBI's. His batting average was a bit over .400; which is better than many professional players who have ever played the game.
That summer came and went. We were unable to return to Casa Amor. Silvio was additionally saddened that I did not return. Frankly, he had wanted me for a renter that summer because of the care that we had taken with Casa Amor. We gave it love and affection.
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
That next Saturday, we ferried Isabella back to William & Mary. She had a meeting with our acquaintance who worked for the Federal Reserve Bank in Richmond the next Wednesday, as we might have an inside track on an internship.
I wanted to attend the meeting, so instead of returning to Asheville, Liam and I booked a room at the Ft. MacGruder Hotel and Conference Center for three nights. We would return late Wednesday, after the luncheon.
The three of us went to Busch Gardens on Monday after Isabella's only class which ended at 11:00 AM. The three of us rode roller coasters until we were about sick. We ate turkey legs and pizzas and really enjoyed each others company. I have always enjoyed seeing my kids smile, and Brady had taken us on many vacations with activities such as this.
Tuesday we ate dinner at a local Gastropub on the market square and spent time at the W & M bookstore; which was a Barnes & Noble property. Liam wanted a lanyard and sweatshirt from the college that his sister attended, so I obliged.
The meeting Wednesday was supposed to be in a relaxed atmosphere, but seemed more intense. While we felt we had the position "in the bag", Jeffrey mad Isabella work for it. He asked her questions about her economics views and what policies that were in place that she agreed and disagreed with. I was impressed by her answers, and felt like he made a good showing. At the end of the lunch, Jeffrey said, "I'll give you a try for three months".
Belle was ecstatic. You could see the smile and also the glow on her face. Working at the Federal Reserve Bank for a summer would really give her a leg up on the competition for graduate school or whatever she desired to do.
I felt relieved.
I wanted to attend the meeting, so instead of returning to Asheville, Liam and I booked a room at the Ft. MacGruder Hotel and Conference Center for three nights. We would return late Wednesday, after the luncheon.
The three of us went to Busch Gardens on Monday after Isabella's only class which ended at 11:00 AM. The three of us rode roller coasters until we were about sick. We ate turkey legs and pizzas and really enjoyed each others company. I have always enjoyed seeing my kids smile, and Brady had taken us on many vacations with activities such as this.
Tuesday we ate dinner at a local Gastropub on the market square and spent time at the W & M bookstore; which was a Barnes & Noble property. Liam wanted a lanyard and sweatshirt from the college that his sister attended, so I obliged.
The meeting Wednesday was supposed to be in a relaxed atmosphere, but seemed more intense. While we felt we had the position "in the bag", Jeffrey mad Isabella work for it. He asked her questions about her economics views and what policies that were in place that she agreed and disagreed with. I was impressed by her answers, and felt like he made a good showing. At the end of the lunch, Jeffrey said, "I'll give you a try for three months".
Belle was ecstatic. You could see the smile and also the glow on her face. Working at the Federal Reserve Bank for a summer would really give her a leg up on the competition for graduate school or whatever she desired to do.
I felt relieved.
Mom,
The children and I have just returned from Disney. We had a fabulous time and Paul picked up most of the bill. He is kind, gentle, intelligent; and I believe, genuinely interested in me. He is also good with the kids, and they seem to have accepted him at the moment.
I, however, am not fully jumping in with both feet. I pondered giving myself to Paul on this trip and could not. While part of me wanted too, there was a bigger part of me which told me to wait; just one more time. I had spent the summer in Coronado and met him there, and now nine days away in the same room. My doubts won, and we will have to see where it goes.
This Saturday, I will taxi Isabella back to William & Mary, and Liam has a few months before baseball season starts. He was an All-Area recipient at both the tailback and receiver slots.
I am proud of both of my children and continue to be amazed. Isabella has chosen Economics as her major at W & M, and I think tat Liam will attend a private college as well. We will be "running the gauntlet" this summer trying to pick the right college.
My hesitancy with Paul is in part the distance. If both of the children were in college, perhaps Paul and I could live part-time in Asheville and part-time in La Jolla, California. There is plenty to do there with San Diego in the back yard and Coronado Beach within fifteen minutes. I plan to return to "Casa Amor" next summer if Silvio will have me. I will book in March.
Sixty seemed ok, but I can feel a subtle decline as the number grows. I will be sixty-four by the time Liam enters college and Isabella will graduate. I pray that she does a summer internship and goes onto graduate school, but I can see her entrepreneurial spirit growing and growing each day. She may enter the business world and get her employer to pay for her MBA or law degree.
More later, as I must get Isabella packed.
With Love,
Stephanie
The children and I have just returned from Disney. We had a fabulous time and Paul picked up most of the bill. He is kind, gentle, intelligent; and I believe, genuinely interested in me. He is also good with the kids, and they seem to have accepted him at the moment.
I, however, am not fully jumping in with both feet. I pondered giving myself to Paul on this trip and could not. While part of me wanted too, there was a bigger part of me which told me to wait; just one more time. I had spent the summer in Coronado and met him there, and now nine days away in the same room. My doubts won, and we will have to see where it goes.
This Saturday, I will taxi Isabella back to William & Mary, and Liam has a few months before baseball season starts. He was an All-Area recipient at both the tailback and receiver slots.
I am proud of both of my children and continue to be amazed. Isabella has chosen Economics as her major at W & M, and I think tat Liam will attend a private college as well. We will be "running the gauntlet" this summer trying to pick the right college.
My hesitancy with Paul is in part the distance. If both of the children were in college, perhaps Paul and I could live part-time in Asheville and part-time in La Jolla, California. There is plenty to do there with San Diego in the back yard and Coronado Beach within fifteen minutes. I plan to return to "Casa Amor" next summer if Silvio will have me. I will book in March.
Sixty seemed ok, but I can feel a subtle decline as the number grows. I will be sixty-four by the time Liam enters college and Isabella will graduate. I pray that she does a summer internship and goes onto graduate school, but I can see her entrepreneurial spirit growing and growing each day. She may enter the business world and get her employer to pay for her MBA or law degree.
More later, as I must get Isabella packed.
With Love,
Stephanie
Disney never disappoints. I continued to have coffee overlooking the safari each morning with Paul and the children. Liam seemed to be awestruck each morning and watched the animals intently. Isabella and I would laugh at the quirky things we saw, and at just the pure amazement of the animals before us. Paul was a little like Liam, enjoying his coffee and taking it all in.
And we dined! And when I say dined; I mean to say, that we sampled some of the finest food on the planet. Jiko, Wolfgang Puck's, Boma, Sanaa, Victoria & Albert's; just to name a few. Paul and I continued our tradition of planning each evening and we talked about where we had been, where we were now, and where we felt we were going. I began to feel more comfortable with him, and to that end the sensations in my inner body and soul did as well.
Two nites before we were to leave, Paul was serious when he asked, "Stephanie, where do you see us going"? I had been contemplating this fact for three months. Paul had called initially when I got home from Casa Amor and then not for several weeks. He had then called Thanksgiving Day and proposed this trip. Despite the lack of constant, or at least regular communication, I felt in my heart that Paul did genuinely want to move forward. Lord knows he did not "bat an eye" while dropping thousands of dollars on hotel and dining accommodations on this trip. Despite all this, I knew what his underlying question was as well.
I still was not ready to "let down my guard" with Paul, and he would have to understand or move on. In my mind, the thoughts of Brady would never leave nor did I want them too. Brady would want me to be happy, but I also wanted me to be happy. In some respects, I was ready to make love to Paul, and on the other hand I was not. He seemed sympathetic and understanding to my answers, but I could see an air of disappointment on his face. He would have to wait, or move on.
The end of the trip soon came. The highlight being the fireworks at Epcot on New Year's Eve, it was hard to imagine being anywhere else in the world at that point. Paul estimated Disney's budget for fireworks that evening at $5-10M. I had no doubts.
As we left the baggage claim in Charlotte, I turned around nearly five times to look at Paul. He was waiving each time, and I could see a glimpse of sincere loss and that of a goodbye. "Was this the end", I thought? I would soon know.
And we dined! And when I say dined; I mean to say, that we sampled some of the finest food on the planet. Jiko, Wolfgang Puck's, Boma, Sanaa, Victoria & Albert's; just to name a few. Paul and I continued our tradition of planning each evening and we talked about where we had been, where we were now, and where we felt we were going. I began to feel more comfortable with him, and to that end the sensations in my inner body and soul did as well.
Two nites before we were to leave, Paul was serious when he asked, "Stephanie, where do you see us going"? I had been contemplating this fact for three months. Paul had called initially when I got home from Casa Amor and then not for several weeks. He had then called Thanksgiving Day and proposed this trip. Despite the lack of constant, or at least regular communication, I felt in my heart that Paul did genuinely want to move forward. Lord knows he did not "bat an eye" while dropping thousands of dollars on hotel and dining accommodations on this trip. Despite all this, I knew what his underlying question was as well.
I still was not ready to "let down my guard" with Paul, and he would have to understand or move on. In my mind, the thoughts of Brady would never leave nor did I want them too. Brady would want me to be happy, but I also wanted me to be happy. In some respects, I was ready to make love to Paul, and on the other hand I was not. He seemed sympathetic and understanding to my answers, but I could see an air of disappointment on his face. He would have to wait, or move on.
The end of the trip soon came. The highlight being the fireworks at Epcot on New Year's Eve, it was hard to imagine being anywhere else in the world at that point. Paul estimated Disney's budget for fireworks that evening at $5-10M. I had no doubts.
As we left the baggage claim in Charlotte, I turned around nearly five times to look at Paul. He was waiving each time, and I could see a glimpse of sincere loss and that of a goodbye. "Was this the end", I thought? I would soon know.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Epcot is one of my favorites. With plenty to do and all the countries to see, I am always amazed and never see the same thing twice. And since we were going to be at Disney for the better part of nine days, I knew i would return to Epcot a few times before the trip ended.
Paul was a gentleman the night before. While we laid in the bed, barely propped up enough to read he magazines and the attractions to make a plan for the following day, he never once moved himself over to my side of the bed. Additionally, we had charged the kids with making their own plan for each day, and then we would compare notes in the morning and make a joint effort to do all the proposed activities for the day.
Sitting on over three-hundred acres, Epcot has plenty to offer. There are the scientific expos and my personal favourite, the "World Showcase" . Of all the countries in Epcot, Germany is my favourite. The Bavarian and German influence is unmistakable.
About midday, we decided to have lunch in Germany. At Biergarten, there are German offers abound. I had the "Boisterous German Buffet" and Paul had the same. Te children were in a purely German mood, so the opted for straight from the menu. Isabella had a Bratwurst that came with sauerkraut and all the fixings; including the German mustard. To my surprise, Liam opted for some venison in a gooseberry sauce.
After we were completely stuffed, we decided to walk as much as possible to reduce the weight and pressure we had just put on our guts; literally. We walked thru Switzerland and Holland, among other places. We even found out our exact height and weight; measured scientifically, which I felt sure was a little jaded at the moment.
My favourite part of all is the fireworks and light display. Music is played in unison to one of the most amazing; if not "THE" most amazing, displays on Earth. Not even the symphony and water display at the Bellagio in Las Vegas comes close.
We adjourned to our boudoirs; as all was calm, and so was I on this very day.
Paul was a gentleman the night before. While we laid in the bed, barely propped up enough to read he magazines and the attractions to make a plan for the following day, he never once moved himself over to my side of the bed. Additionally, we had charged the kids with making their own plan for each day, and then we would compare notes in the morning and make a joint effort to do all the proposed activities for the day.
Sitting on over three-hundred acres, Epcot has plenty to offer. There are the scientific expos and my personal favourite, the "World Showcase" . Of all the countries in Epcot, Germany is my favourite. The Bavarian and German influence is unmistakable.
About midday, we decided to have lunch in Germany. At Biergarten, there are German offers abound. I had the "Boisterous German Buffet" and Paul had the same. Te children were in a purely German mood, so the opted for straight from the menu. Isabella had a Bratwurst that came with sauerkraut and all the fixings; including the German mustard. To my surprise, Liam opted for some venison in a gooseberry sauce.
After we were completely stuffed, we decided to walk as much as possible to reduce the weight and pressure we had just put on our guts; literally. We walked thru Switzerland and Holland, among other places. We even found out our exact height and weight; measured scientifically, which I felt sure was a little jaded at the moment.
My favourite part of all is the fireworks and light display. Music is played in unison to one of the most amazing; if not "THE" most amazing, displays on Earth. Not even the symphony and water display at the Bellagio in Las Vegas comes close.
We adjourned to our boudoirs; as all was calm, and so was I on this very day.
The first evening, we ate at The Mara. If there was ever an African-influenced restaurant, this was it. The beams exposed flowed upward with huge leaves above to represent the large African trees that one might sit under on a hot day in the great expanse. Lighting was dim and the tables were made of an African Rosewood; planed beautifully, but still with a rugged exterior.
The African-inspired food was phenomenal. It was unlike anything I had ever eaten. While they had some more traditional options for those without the refined palates of my children, the options with the "influence of the jungle" abounded. Basmati rice, yogurt sauces, raisins, Couscous...you name it, if it had an African influence, it was there on the menu.
We were tired from traveling and after dinner, we took a bottle of Pinotage to our room and the children had drinks from the African juice bar. Isabella was old enough to drink at this point, but did not partake. She and Liam; however, always asked to smell the wine. To my surprise, they each had a good nose.
As I went to sleep that nite, I wondered how the children felt about Paul and me. Did they want me to be connected to another man? In a relationship? Married? I knew not how they felt; as they would never say, so I had to assume that all was ok.
The next day we would do Epcot and we would be returning to Epcot for the end-of-year celebration. I was "flat out" excited to see what the folks at Disney would come up with for New Year's Eve. I had been to Epcot many times, and Disney was one of Brady's favourite places. He, too, believed it was a place of magic and even cried the day that Walt Disney died.
The rooms at Animal Kingdom Lodge were absolutely perfect. As I peered over my balcony the next morning, I watched the animals play and eat and prepare themselves for another beautiful day. Even the sun arising over the preserve seemed to be as if I was in Africa, and far away from Florida in the United States. After two cups of coffee and some conversation across the balcony with the kids, it was time to head to Epcot.
The African-inspired food was phenomenal. It was unlike anything I had ever eaten. While they had some more traditional options for those without the refined palates of my children, the options with the "influence of the jungle" abounded. Basmati rice, yogurt sauces, raisins, Couscous...you name it, if it had an African influence, it was there on the menu.
We were tired from traveling and after dinner, we took a bottle of Pinotage to our room and the children had drinks from the African juice bar. Isabella was old enough to drink at this point, but did not partake. She and Liam; however, always asked to smell the wine. To my surprise, they each had a good nose.
As I went to sleep that nite, I wondered how the children felt about Paul and me. Did they want me to be connected to another man? In a relationship? Married? I knew not how they felt; as they would never say, so I had to assume that all was ok.
The next day we would do Epcot and we would be returning to Epcot for the end-of-year celebration. I was "flat out" excited to see what the folks at Disney would come up with for New Year's Eve. I had been to Epcot many times, and Disney was one of Brady's favourite places. He, too, believed it was a place of magic and even cried the day that Walt Disney died.
The rooms at Animal Kingdom Lodge were absolutely perfect. As I peered over my balcony the next morning, I watched the animals play and eat and prepare themselves for another beautiful day. Even the sun arising over the preserve seemed to be as if I was in Africa, and far away from Florida in the United States. After two cups of coffee and some conversation across the balcony with the kids, it was time to head to Epcot.
Sunday, September 28, 2014
It was now December 18th.
Paul was scheduled to fly into Asheville on the 21st and on the 23rd we would leave for Disney. Isabella was arriving home on the 19th and Liam was slated to be out of classes on the 21st as well. I was already packing, as I was terribly excited about our nine-day stay at Disney. We would be there thru the New Year's Holiday.
The next few days were a whirlwind as I helped the children pack and get ready for the holiday. We made several trips to the mall and other places like Kohl's to get some extra "duds" for the trip. Animal Kingdom Lodge had plenty to offer, and we had all purchased "Park-Hopper" passes so that we would have upgraded access to all rides and Disney properties.
On the morning of the 23rd at 6:30 AM, we boarded the plane at Charlotte International. We had stayed the nite before at Aloft. It is quite the hotel, seemingly lit up with neon lights; supposedly for the "young and hip" business traveler. The children enjoyed it more than Paul and I, as they liked that sort of thing. I guess it is a small and minor generational difference.
The plane ride was smooth and short. By 9:00 AM, we were on the tarmac taxiing toward the gate. Our luggage arrived safely as well, which it seemed was always and issue when Brady and I had traveled. I had learned in my mature years to always pack a days worth of clothes in case the fortunate circumstance of the absence of a bag took place.
We were greeted in a Lincoln Town Car. Our name was embossed in permanent marker and a taxi driver waiting as Paul had arranged a private car. He was sweet to do so, and it also made me feel a level of comfort; as Brady had always done that sort of thing. While we did not vacation often enough; when we did, we did so in style.
Our arrival at Animal Kingdom Lodge was a monumental one. Having never been the kids were enthralled by this monstrosity of a resort. The African influence, the exposed wooden beams and the pure enormity of the place seemed unimaginable, even for me.
We had booked a room on the third floor purposefully so that we would be closer in height to the animals such as the giraffe and elephant. Monkeys were abound in the trees; and while we were not close enough to feed the giraffes, they seemed bigger than life and it felt as though we were "in the jungle". We all took short naps, and then it would be time to prepare for dinner.
Paul was scheduled to fly into Asheville on the 21st and on the 23rd we would leave for Disney. Isabella was arriving home on the 19th and Liam was slated to be out of classes on the 21st as well. I was already packing, as I was terribly excited about our nine-day stay at Disney. We would be there thru the New Year's Holiday.
The next few days were a whirlwind as I helped the children pack and get ready for the holiday. We made several trips to the mall and other places like Kohl's to get some extra "duds" for the trip. Animal Kingdom Lodge had plenty to offer, and we had all purchased "Park-Hopper" passes so that we would have upgraded access to all rides and Disney properties.
On the morning of the 23rd at 6:30 AM, we boarded the plane at Charlotte International. We had stayed the nite before at Aloft. It is quite the hotel, seemingly lit up with neon lights; supposedly for the "young and hip" business traveler. The children enjoyed it more than Paul and I, as they liked that sort of thing. I guess it is a small and minor generational difference.
The plane ride was smooth and short. By 9:00 AM, we were on the tarmac taxiing toward the gate. Our luggage arrived safely as well, which it seemed was always and issue when Brady and I had traveled. I had learned in my mature years to always pack a days worth of clothes in case the fortunate circumstance of the absence of a bag took place.
We were greeted in a Lincoln Town Car. Our name was embossed in permanent marker and a taxi driver waiting as Paul had arranged a private car. He was sweet to do so, and it also made me feel a level of comfort; as Brady had always done that sort of thing. While we did not vacation often enough; when we did, we did so in style.
Our arrival at Animal Kingdom Lodge was a monumental one. Having never been the kids were enthralled by this monstrosity of a resort. The African influence, the exposed wooden beams and the pure enormity of the place seemed unimaginable, even for me.
We had booked a room on the third floor purposefully so that we would be closer in height to the animals such as the giraffe and elephant. Monkeys were abound in the trees; and while we were not close enough to feed the giraffes, they seemed bigger than life and it felt as though we were "in the jungle". We all took short naps, and then it would be time to prepare for dinner.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Having Isabella away at college made he house kind of lonely. I had lost my little girl for a time, but it was an integral part of her life in order for her to "spread her wings" and fly a bit.
Liam was busy with football, as it was fall once again. He had lettered his freshman and sophomore year, and this year would be no different. He was slated as the season favourite to be an All-Area star running back and slot receiver. During the course of his short career, he had caught eighty passes for an average of sixteen yards per catch and had rushed for over 3,000 yards.
Bella was busy at school and would soon have to declare a major. To my surprise, she picked economics, with a Spanish and computer science minor. She had stated that she might even follow in her father's footsteps. I could see her in the top of her class and working on Wall Street not far in the future. Better than Sally Krawcheck? Perhaps.
We kept in touch via email daily as I was interested in her progress. I probably asked too many questions; as mothers do, but she was kind enough to give me bi-weekly updates when she called home and I got a brief synopsis daily by email.
She was taking Spanish III, Economics of Micro-loans, C++, Java, Cold-Fusion, and Entrepreneurship. I knew she had it in her to start a small business or her own financial advisory practice in Asheville, but I encouraged her to join a mid-size to large firm to gain experience. Morgan Keegan had just been bought out by Raymond James, but at least they had a regional hub in Nashville, Tennessee, one of my favourite places to visit. We ad gone shopping at Thanksgiving there many times.
The fall quickly turned into winter, and Isabella brought her roommate home for Thanksgiving dinner. Since she lived in Nebraska, it was hard for her parents to fly her home for the holidays. We were happy to host, and she was more than glad to have a "family atmosphere" for the holiday.
It had been a long time since I cooked the Thanksgiving meal, and once again my thoughts turned to Brady. He was an excellent cook and usually did a Turk-duck-en. Having not the skills or ability to match this feat, one from Harris Teeter would have to do.
We did; however have a tradition of saying what we were thankful for. Liam was thankful for the time off of school. Isabella was happy to be home, and Emma was happy to have a place and family to celebrate the holiday with.
Paul had not called in a while, but he phoned me on Thanksgiving day. He was ready to fly across the country and reunite with me in my family. As I stood by the kitchen island on the phone, I could hear the excitement in his voice and I was encouraged by his eagerness to visit. He mentioned that real estate sales had been slow and he was ready for a break. He suggested Christmas at Animal Kingdom Lodge at Disney. In a swift moment after hanging up the phone, I was ready to pack.
When I hung of the phone, I let out a loud scream. Emma would return to Nebraska, but I invited her anyway. It would be Christmas at Disney for us and Paul.
Liam was busy with football, as it was fall once again. He had lettered his freshman and sophomore year, and this year would be no different. He was slated as the season favourite to be an All-Area star running back and slot receiver. During the course of his short career, he had caught eighty passes for an average of sixteen yards per catch and had rushed for over 3,000 yards.
Bella was busy at school and would soon have to declare a major. To my surprise, she picked economics, with a Spanish and computer science minor. She had stated that she might even follow in her father's footsteps. I could see her in the top of her class and working on Wall Street not far in the future. Better than Sally Krawcheck? Perhaps.
We kept in touch via email daily as I was interested in her progress. I probably asked too many questions; as mothers do, but she was kind enough to give me bi-weekly updates when she called home and I got a brief synopsis daily by email.
She was taking Spanish III, Economics of Micro-loans, C++, Java, Cold-Fusion, and Entrepreneurship. I knew she had it in her to start a small business or her own financial advisory practice in Asheville, but I encouraged her to join a mid-size to large firm to gain experience. Morgan Keegan had just been bought out by Raymond James, but at least they had a regional hub in Nashville, Tennessee, one of my favourite places to visit. We ad gone shopping at Thanksgiving there many times.
The fall quickly turned into winter, and Isabella brought her roommate home for Thanksgiving dinner. Since she lived in Nebraska, it was hard for her parents to fly her home for the holidays. We were happy to host, and she was more than glad to have a "family atmosphere" for the holiday.
It had been a long time since I cooked the Thanksgiving meal, and once again my thoughts turned to Brady. He was an excellent cook and usually did a Turk-duck-en. Having not the skills or ability to match this feat, one from Harris Teeter would have to do.
We did; however have a tradition of saying what we were thankful for. Liam was thankful for the time off of school. Isabella was happy to be home, and Emma was happy to have a place and family to celebrate the holiday with.
Paul had not called in a while, but he phoned me on Thanksgiving day. He was ready to fly across the country and reunite with me in my family. As I stood by the kitchen island on the phone, I could hear the excitement in his voice and I was encouraged by his eagerness to visit. He mentioned that real estate sales had been slow and he was ready for a break. He suggested Christmas at Animal Kingdom Lodge at Disney. In a swift moment after hanging up the phone, I was ready to pack.
When I hung of the phone, I let out a loud scream. Emma would return to Nebraska, but I invited her anyway. It would be Christmas at Disney for us and Paul.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
My 60's
Shortly after returning to Asheville, I turned sixty. Monumental, and disconcerting by design. However, I thought of myself as a young Farrah Fawcet or Olivia Newton-John. They looked great, right? And i feel sure that Cindy Crawford will look great at sixty. It was all about attitude, I decided.
The summer had been way too short. It was time to get Isabella to college and Liam into the 11th grade. Isabella had chosen William & Mary in colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. Founded in 1693, this was an institution with some history. Many before her had successfully walked the halls of this prestigious institution and had gone on to greatness. I personally had known one of those folks; the current president of the Federal Reserve Bank of Richmond, and he had written her a glowing recommendation.
Liam would be an easier transition as now he was driving himself to school, playing football in the fall and beginning the last to years of his classes. As an upperclassman, I looked forward to see how he would become a leader in his class. He was voted "most likely to succeed" and I could see the remnants of Brady more and more each day.
In the middle of August, we packed up the Suburban and headed for Williamsburg. We would stay the nite at the Fort Magruder Hotel and begin moving her in the following day. It was beautiful on that Saturday morning, August 16th, and I was full of excitement and sadness as we moved her in. Her roommate hailed from Nebraska; quite a ways away from home, and had come to study economics, Latin and history. Chloe would become a teacher, mother and wife someday; but for now, she was a "wet-behind-the-ears" college student from Nebraska.
After moving in what seemed like a mountain of stuff, we went to the dining hall for a bite of lunch. I had signed Isabella up for the meal plan, and she would be able to eat four times daily. I warned her about the "Freshman-15", as I had gained a little more than fifteen pounds my first semester of college. Having more resolve than I at that age, I knew she would be fine.
We stayed with her and roamed the campus until mid-afternoon. After purchasing some items at the Barnes & Noble school bookstore; like a lanyard, school sweatshirt and a few necessary ancillary items, it was time to retreat to Asheville. We left around 3:30 PM, and pulled into the driveway at 11:00 PM. I cried myself to sleep as my baby had left me. er father never got to see her go to prom, graduate or now go to college. My thoughts drifted from Brady to Paul, as I needed to feel something real that I could latch onto.
It was a long nite filled with tears, and the morning came too early the following day.
Shortly after returning to Asheville, I turned sixty. Monumental, and disconcerting by design. However, I thought of myself as a young Farrah Fawcet or Olivia Newton-John. They looked great, right? And i feel sure that Cindy Crawford will look great at sixty. It was all about attitude, I decided.
The summer had been way too short. It was time to get Isabella to college and Liam into the 11th grade. Isabella had chosen William & Mary in colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. Founded in 1693, this was an institution with some history. Many before her had successfully walked the halls of this prestigious institution and had gone on to greatness. I personally had known one of those folks; the current president of the Federal Reserve Bank of Richmond, and he had written her a glowing recommendation.
Liam would be an easier transition as now he was driving himself to school, playing football in the fall and beginning the last to years of his classes. As an upperclassman, I looked forward to see how he would become a leader in his class. He was voted "most likely to succeed" and I could see the remnants of Brady more and more each day.
In the middle of August, we packed up the Suburban and headed for Williamsburg. We would stay the nite at the Fort Magruder Hotel and begin moving her in the following day. It was beautiful on that Saturday morning, August 16th, and I was full of excitement and sadness as we moved her in. Her roommate hailed from Nebraska; quite a ways away from home, and had come to study economics, Latin and history. Chloe would become a teacher, mother and wife someday; but for now, she was a "wet-behind-the-ears" college student from Nebraska.
After moving in what seemed like a mountain of stuff, we went to the dining hall for a bite of lunch. I had signed Isabella up for the meal plan, and she would be able to eat four times daily. I warned her about the "Freshman-15", as I had gained a little more than fifteen pounds my first semester of college. Having more resolve than I at that age, I knew she would be fine.
We stayed with her and roamed the campus until mid-afternoon. After purchasing some items at the Barnes & Noble school bookstore; like a lanyard, school sweatshirt and a few necessary ancillary items, it was time to retreat to Asheville. We left around 3:30 PM, and pulled into the driveway at 11:00 PM. I cried myself to sleep as my baby had left me. er father never got to see her go to prom, graduate or now go to college. My thoughts drifted from Brady to Paul, as I needed to feel something real that I could latch onto.
It was a long nite filled with tears, and the morning came too early the following day.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Sunday morning Paul and I had brunch at the hotel and then I would have to leave in short order to return to my children who had spent the night alone. They were good kids, so I had no worries. Amazingly, I had managed to be completely in-tune with Paul that evening, as Brady never once entered my mind. I wandered if that was progress or something not to be desired.
Paul drove me back to Casa Amor and I allowed him to have his first real kiss. The kids were happy to see me. They, too, had stayed up until the "wee" hours of the morning playing board games and watching movies. Isabella took me aside when the chance made itself available and asked me how it went. I told her exactly as I would have told any other, "Time will tell...". For a moment, she seemed excited which made me feel worthy of having "completed the exercise", so to speak.
We would only have three days left. Silvio would be returning on Tuesday, we would be packing, and by Wednesday; Casa Amor, "My Casa Amor", would e returned to its present owner. Just as the rest of the summer had, Wednesday would usher itself in like a horse jaunting toward the finish line in the last quarter mile in the Kentucky Derby. As I was packing Tuesday nite, I received a call from Silvio. We made arrangements to trade keys once again, and it would be back to North Carolina.
On Wednesday morning, Silvio met us at a very early 5:30 AM. I wanted to get a jump-start on returning to North Carolina. I had successfully; to this point, created a memorable summer experience that my children would not forget, and I didn't have any doubts that a couple of days in the car would spoil any of the memories. Besides, we were so worn out, that Isabella and Liam would sleep most of the way home. They had played all the games, sang all the songs and seen all of the sites on the way out. Coming back east would not be as enthralling.
It did take us all but three days to return to Asheville. I had promised Paul I would call when I returned, so that we could reconnect. He had promised to make some time to make his way to Asheville; somewhere he had never been. IT was all up in the air now, and I felt a heavy feeling on my chest as I pulled into my driveway and turned off the car. After traveling three-thousand miles, what was going to happen next?
Paul drove me back to Casa Amor and I allowed him to have his first real kiss. The kids were happy to see me. They, too, had stayed up until the "wee" hours of the morning playing board games and watching movies. Isabella took me aside when the chance made itself available and asked me how it went. I told her exactly as I would have told any other, "Time will tell...". For a moment, she seemed excited which made me feel worthy of having "completed the exercise", so to speak.
We would only have three days left. Silvio would be returning on Tuesday, we would be packing, and by Wednesday; Casa Amor, "My Casa Amor", would e returned to its present owner. Just as the rest of the summer had, Wednesday would usher itself in like a horse jaunting toward the finish line in the last quarter mile in the Kentucky Derby. As I was packing Tuesday nite, I received a call from Silvio. We made arrangements to trade keys once again, and it would be back to North Carolina.
On Wednesday morning, Silvio met us at a very early 5:30 AM. I wanted to get a jump-start on returning to North Carolina. I had successfully; to this point, created a memorable summer experience that my children would not forget, and I didn't have any doubts that a couple of days in the car would spoil any of the memories. Besides, we were so worn out, that Isabella and Liam would sleep most of the way home. They had played all the games, sang all the songs and seen all of the sites on the way out. Coming back east would not be as enthralling.
It did take us all but three days to return to Asheville. I had promised Paul I would call when I returned, so that we could reconnect. He had promised to make some time to make his way to Asheville; somewhere he had never been. IT was all up in the air now, and I felt a heavy feeling on my chest as I pulled into my driveway and turned off the car. After traveling three-thousand miles, what was going to happen next?
Sunday, September 14, 2014
I was determined to spend some quality tome with Paul before leaving San Diego. I told him to pick me up on Saturday nite promptly at 6:00 PM. He agreed. I took him to Herringbone. It was American cuisine, but I had reviewed the menu and thought it would be spectacular.
I even told Paul that I would be ordering that evening. For him, I chose the Wood Oven Roasted Berkshire Pork Chop, and I chose the Summer Squash Fettuccine. We each added some herbed fries, as I had a notion to eat something a little less healthy along with my fresh fettuccine. Once again, as we had done at The Marine room, we would share a glass to complement each course. We started with a Cava from Spain named
I even told Paul that I would be ordering that evening. For him, I chose the Wood Oven Roasted Berkshire Pork Chop, and I chose the Summer Squash Fettuccine. We each added some herbed fries, as I had a notion to eat something a little less healthy along with my fresh fettuccine. Once again, as we had done at The Marine room, we would share a glass to complement each course. We started with a Cava from Spain named
I only had a month more at Casa Amor, and I would begin to spend more time with Paul, and with Paul and the children. While it is always an interesting dynamic to see; and one that I hoped would never be a possibility at an early age for the children, Paul was doing an excellent job of fitting in.
Between the two of us, we found more free things to do in San Diego and nearby La Jolla, which was his favourite spot in the valley. There was the science center, the Museum of Contemporary Art, and the parks and beaches. We found a place for free concerts on Sundays' and while it was not your typical or even contemporary music, it was something to go and do.
Paul had taken the time to bond with Liam and they played golf at nearby Torrey Pines each week on Wednesday afternoon for the next few weeks. Neither Liam or Paul were good ball-strikers, but they enjoyed an afternoon on the course leading into evening. Additionally, there are two historic drives near San Diego; considered "must-sees" if you are in town, and Paul even let Liam drive the Mercedes. Impressive, I thought.
Isabella preferred shopping with her mother, and Paul did tag along a time or two and purchase a few things for her. To my surprise, she wanted to try hang-gliding, and so we all tried it. What a rush! I could hardly catch my breath from not only the experience, but the scenery as we flew like birds high above the land. She was my hiker, and took advantage of the National Parks, and also dragged us back to the zoo for one more attempt at seeing the lions and tigers be a little more active. We would return to the cages several times that day, but these ferocious beasts of the wild are just not to be caged and fed like house animals. I feel sure they feel frustrated, lonely, isolated and sad.
We dined at fine restaurants and in the next four weeks, I would have some of the best wine of my life. To be fair, Brady was more of a connoisseur than Paul, but he was not too shabby. He did appreciate food as much as I and the kids, so I have to give credit where credit is due there.
The eight and ninth weeks passed by way too fast, and I prayed for the eleventh and twelfth not to end. This was not my home; however, and I would have to relinquish the keys in a mere two weeks and return to North Carolina and Asheville, my home.
Between the two of us, we found more free things to do in San Diego and nearby La Jolla, which was his favourite spot in the valley. There was the science center, the Museum of Contemporary Art, and the parks and beaches. We found a place for free concerts on Sundays' and while it was not your typical or even contemporary music, it was something to go and do.
Paul had taken the time to bond with Liam and they played golf at nearby Torrey Pines each week on Wednesday afternoon for the next few weeks. Neither Liam or Paul were good ball-strikers, but they enjoyed an afternoon on the course leading into evening. Additionally, there are two historic drives near San Diego; considered "must-sees" if you are in town, and Paul even let Liam drive the Mercedes. Impressive, I thought.
Isabella preferred shopping with her mother, and Paul did tag along a time or two and purchase a few things for her. To my surprise, she wanted to try hang-gliding, and so we all tried it. What a rush! I could hardly catch my breath from not only the experience, but the scenery as we flew like birds high above the land. She was my hiker, and took advantage of the National Parks, and also dragged us back to the zoo for one more attempt at seeing the lions and tigers be a little more active. We would return to the cages several times that day, but these ferocious beasts of the wild are just not to be caged and fed like house animals. I feel sure they feel frustrated, lonely, isolated and sad.
We dined at fine restaurants and in the next four weeks, I would have some of the best wine of my life. To be fair, Brady was more of a connoisseur than Paul, but he was not too shabby. He did appreciate food as much as I and the kids, so I have to give credit where credit is due there.
The eight and ninth weeks passed by way too fast, and I prayed for the eleventh and twelfth not to end. This was not my home; however, and I would have to relinquish the keys in a mere two weeks and return to North Carolina and Asheville, my home.
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Mother.
I have met a man. His name is Paul. He has been in real estate for the past thirty-five years since the age of twenty-three. It would seem as though he has done well, although in the expensive area of San Diego and La Jolla, California, it couldn't be hard if you are any good.
I'm not sure why it matters, but I want to note that he drives a Mercedes. It is a sleek coupe, and to my amazement, the contours of the seat swallow you in and they even turn slightly as you hug curves so as to allow the ergonomics and safety of the seat to move with you.
He has been kind, courteous, and loving. Yes, I said loving. It is not that I am in love, but I can see the way that he looks at me. I seem to be caught in his grip.
He has also been generous with the children, As kids go, Liam and Isabella seem to enjoy his company. They warmed up to him since day one. We had a fabulous dinner out last Friday in one of the most scenic places I have ever been. The waves created sounds of soft grandeur as we dined. On the following Wednesday, he took us to La Jolla Cove; another picturesque spot only known to the locals and those of us who have Google. Have you searched on Google lately? It is an absolutely amazing resource, even for those of us who can't seem to keep up and are technologically challenged.
I am happy here at Casa Amor, and I will be sad to see it go. While I am excited to return to Asheville, North Carolina, and visit my favourite spots, I will be sad as well. Not depressed. Sad.
The children are growing in maturity and seem to have found themselves in some respects with the passing of Brady. I wish I could say the same for me, as he is at the forefront of my "noodle" each and every day.
I pray that you are well.
Stephanie
I have met a man. His name is Paul. He has been in real estate for the past thirty-five years since the age of twenty-three. It would seem as though he has done well, although in the expensive area of San Diego and La Jolla, California, it couldn't be hard if you are any good.
I'm not sure why it matters, but I want to note that he drives a Mercedes. It is a sleek coupe, and to my amazement, the contours of the seat swallow you in and they even turn slightly as you hug curves so as to allow the ergonomics and safety of the seat to move with you.
He has been kind, courteous, and loving. Yes, I said loving. It is not that I am in love, but I can see the way that he looks at me. I seem to be caught in his grip.
He has also been generous with the children, As kids go, Liam and Isabella seem to enjoy his company. They warmed up to him since day one. We had a fabulous dinner out last Friday in one of the most scenic places I have ever been. The waves created sounds of soft grandeur as we dined. On the following Wednesday, he took us to La Jolla Cove; another picturesque spot only known to the locals and those of us who have Google. Have you searched on Google lately? It is an absolutely amazing resource, even for those of us who can't seem to keep up and are technologically challenged.
I am happy here at Casa Amor, and I will be sad to see it go. While I am excited to return to Asheville, North Carolina, and visit my favourite spots, I will be sad as well. Not depressed. Sad.
The children are growing in maturity and seem to have found themselves in some respects with the passing of Brady. I wish I could say the same for me, as he is at the forefront of my "noodle" each and every day.
I pray that you are well.
Stephanie
Paul called on Saturday to say how good a time he had at The Marine Room the night before. He was complimentary of the children, their behaviour, there knowledge and conversation, and their maturity. He invited me to a local wine bar the following Wednesday; which I gladly accepted.
The seventh week was not unlike most of the rest. Lots of sun and fun at the beach, and rest on Saturday and Sunday at Casa Amor. I was interested in finding some free things to do as we had been burning thru cash at a rapid pace, Thankfully, Paul had picked up the dinner tab on Friday evening; which with the fine wine, was north of $400.
La Jolla Cove was a suggestion that he made Saturday while we were speaking and getting to know one another. He agreed to take the three of us there for a short visit on Wednesday afternoon, and then he and I would take the kids back to Casa Amor and head to the wine bar for a nite cap.
It was basically a cove near the water, surrounded by cliffs and protected as a marine reserve. It is popular with the locals, cliff jumpers and scuba divers. We decided to don our own scuba diving gear for some exercise and to view the great wide open that nature has to offer. That afternoon, I saw some of the most beautiful fish in all the sea. Paul had once again "struck a cord" with my children.
My thoughts again drifted to Brady and I would confide in Paul that evening about my marriage, my battle with depression, my running away and my suicide attempt; among other things. The kids had seen the best and the worst of me, and Paul would either embrace this side of me or run for the hills, as they say.
Surprisingly, he understood completely. He had dated women who battled with depression; and while those relationships did not pan out, I believe he could see the growth and development in me as a person despite the fact that Brady was at the forefront of my mind all to often, it seemed; or was it?
Finch Bistro and Wine Bar is where we would end up for a bottle or two. Paul was an experienced drinker, and despite the fact that he had three glasses to my five, we would be able to travel safely as we spent nearly four hours talking that evening. We talked about Brady and he mentioned some of the failed relationships that he had endured over the years,
At his age, I wondered why he was still single. What had kept him from marrying? I decided to write home to mother...
The seventh week was not unlike most of the rest. Lots of sun and fun at the beach, and rest on Saturday and Sunday at Casa Amor. I was interested in finding some free things to do as we had been burning thru cash at a rapid pace, Thankfully, Paul had picked up the dinner tab on Friday evening; which with the fine wine, was north of $400.
La Jolla Cove was a suggestion that he made Saturday while we were speaking and getting to know one another. He agreed to take the three of us there for a short visit on Wednesday afternoon, and then he and I would take the kids back to Casa Amor and head to the wine bar for a nite cap.
It was basically a cove near the water, surrounded by cliffs and protected as a marine reserve. It is popular with the locals, cliff jumpers and scuba divers. We decided to don our own scuba diving gear for some exercise and to view the great wide open that nature has to offer. That afternoon, I saw some of the most beautiful fish in all the sea. Paul had once again "struck a cord" with my children.
My thoughts again drifted to Brady and I would confide in Paul that evening about my marriage, my battle with depression, my running away and my suicide attempt; among other things. The kids had seen the best and the worst of me, and Paul would either embrace this side of me or run for the hills, as they say.
Surprisingly, he understood completely. He had dated women who battled with depression; and while those relationships did not pan out, I believe he could see the growth and development in me as a person despite the fact that Brady was at the forefront of my mind all to often, it seemed; or was it?
Finch Bistro and Wine Bar is where we would end up for a bottle or two. Paul was an experienced drinker, and despite the fact that he had three glasses to my five, we would be able to travel safely as we spent nearly four hours talking that evening. We talked about Brady and he mentioned some of the failed relationships that he had endured over the years,
At his age, I wondered why he was still single. What had kept him from marrying? I decided to write home to mother...
Friday, September 12, 2014
Paul did call Wednesday night as he had promised and additionally promised to take us to dinner on Friday night. There was a quaint little spot in La Jolla that he liked, and I felt sure myself and the kids would enjoy it too. They had been afforded the luxury to have nice things by Brady's hard work. Vacations. Nice dinners out. The latest technology. Cars. And college tuition bills that would be paid for. It would not be long, and I would be sending Isabella to college, and Liam would be graduating and following in her footsteps not far behind. But I digress.
Paul and I had a long conversation. He had been a bachelor his entire life and had dated many and had been engaged twice, but for reasons unknown yet none of them ever panned out. He liked to ski and play golf, and was slender and athletic enough at sixty-two to enjoy the activities that he enjoyed.
He picked us up promptly at 6:00 PM, Friday, and ushered us in his black, Mercedes CLS to The Marine Room. We were escorted to a fine dining table with white linen cloths and brown armchairs with a hounds tooth design. One of the most amazing features is that we could see the Pacific Ocean. Our dining experience would be complete by listening to the gentle crashing of the waves as we ate.
Just as I figured from a bachelor, Paul was a meat and potatoes man, although he noted in conversation that Italian was his favorite. However, one of his favourite places to visit abroad was Monaco; where primarily, the culture and the food is French. Over the years, he had taken only a select few to Monaco, as it was his respite that he was reluctant to share; so he said.
I had Maryland Blue Crab Cakes to start and a bowl of Lobster Bisque before moving on to a Pistachio Crusted Lamb Rack. My bill alone with wine would be over one hundred dollars, but we were instructed by the one who invited us to order as we wished. Liam and Isabella were instructed to take it easy on Paul and were careful about the right side of the menu. They each said that they were trying to stay lean for the summer. Isabella had been worried about going on to college and putting on the "Freshman-15", and Liam was simply trying to keep his figure as it was. He was in the best shape of his young adult life.
It seemed like all of the countries were represented and Lisa, the sommelier, had suggestions for pre-dinner drinks, wines to compliment our dinner, aperitifs between courses, and of course a nite-cap. I was happy after my third glass that I was not driving.
Conversation was kept lite at dinner, and we held tight to our seats for nearly two-and-a-half hours. Paul would eventually take us for ice cream, one of our favourite pastimes.
He had scored some points with myself and the kids, and I was once again eager; for the first time, to see where things might lead.
Paul and I had a long conversation. He had been a bachelor his entire life and had dated many and had been engaged twice, but for reasons unknown yet none of them ever panned out. He liked to ski and play golf, and was slender and athletic enough at sixty-two to enjoy the activities that he enjoyed.
He picked us up promptly at 6:00 PM, Friday, and ushered us in his black, Mercedes CLS to The Marine Room. We were escorted to a fine dining table with white linen cloths and brown armchairs with a hounds tooth design. One of the most amazing features is that we could see the Pacific Ocean. Our dining experience would be complete by listening to the gentle crashing of the waves as we ate.
Just as I figured from a bachelor, Paul was a meat and potatoes man, although he noted in conversation that Italian was his favorite. However, one of his favourite places to visit abroad was Monaco; where primarily, the culture and the food is French. Over the years, he had taken only a select few to Monaco, as it was his respite that he was reluctant to share; so he said.
I had Maryland Blue Crab Cakes to start and a bowl of Lobster Bisque before moving on to a Pistachio Crusted Lamb Rack. My bill alone with wine would be over one hundred dollars, but we were instructed by the one who invited us to order as we wished. Liam and Isabella were instructed to take it easy on Paul and were careful about the right side of the menu. They each said that they were trying to stay lean for the summer. Isabella had been worried about going on to college and putting on the "Freshman-15", and Liam was simply trying to keep his figure as it was. He was in the best shape of his young adult life.
It seemed like all of the countries were represented and Lisa, the sommelier, had suggestions for pre-dinner drinks, wines to compliment our dinner, aperitifs between courses, and of course a nite-cap. I was happy after my third glass that I was not driving.
Conversation was kept lite at dinner, and we held tight to our seats for nearly two-and-a-half hours. Paul would eventually take us for ice cream, one of our favourite pastimes.
He had scored some points with myself and the kids, and I was once again eager; for the first time, to see where things might lead.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
We were well into our sixth week now and we needed to find something to do besides the beach. We had visited the zoo, aquarium and done an illegal viewing of the airplanes as they took off from San Diego International. We had visited "My Mexico" and eaten at fabulous restaurants in both there and California.
On evening at a local wine bar, I met a man who was in the real estate business. He had been doing beach houses for buyers as a buyer's agent in Coronado Beach and nearby San Diego. He drove a Maserati, and had some extra cash to burn it seemed. We shared a glass of wine and some conversation. We were both fans of bold reds, and shared a bottle of Cabernet and Malbec. The Malbec was from Argentina, and we had a bottle of Stag's Leap from the Napa Valley. Finally after one glass of high-end, single production, low-yield Merlot, I was fit to be tied.
I took a cab home and we exchanged numbers. I was eager to see Paul again, but I wondered where it could possibly go...I lived in North Carolina, and he in California. Brady had dreamed of having a vineyard on the west coast, and preferred Washington State to California, as he saw the value in up-and-coming areas, and AVA's.
Paul had agreed to take me and the kids out to dinner at his favourite restaurant in nearby La Jolla. I knew it would be a fine dining restaurant where we could share some more wine, and the children could eat some of the finer food that California had to offer. I agreed; somewhat reluctantly, that they could have "virgin" versions of alcoholic drinks so they could feel like part of the group for the evening.
We would go out, as the plans were to meet on Friday night and I was excited to see just what restaurant he would pick. I already had a wine in mine that I wanted to order, and I wondered if he would "pony up", and enjoy my selection.
Time would tell. It was Wednesday, and I waited impatiently by the phone for Paul to call.
On evening at a local wine bar, I met a man who was in the real estate business. He had been doing beach houses for buyers as a buyer's agent in Coronado Beach and nearby San Diego. He drove a Maserati, and had some extra cash to burn it seemed. We shared a glass of wine and some conversation. We were both fans of bold reds, and shared a bottle of Cabernet and Malbec. The Malbec was from Argentina, and we had a bottle of Stag's Leap from the Napa Valley. Finally after one glass of high-end, single production, low-yield Merlot, I was fit to be tied.
I took a cab home and we exchanged numbers. I was eager to see Paul again, but I wondered where it could possibly go...I lived in North Carolina, and he in California. Brady had dreamed of having a vineyard on the west coast, and preferred Washington State to California, as he saw the value in up-and-coming areas, and AVA's.
Paul had agreed to take me and the kids out to dinner at his favourite restaurant in nearby La Jolla. I knew it would be a fine dining restaurant where we could share some more wine, and the children could eat some of the finer food that California had to offer. I agreed; somewhat reluctantly, that they could have "virgin" versions of alcoholic drinks so they could feel like part of the group for the evening.
We would go out, as the plans were to meet on Friday night and I was excited to see just what restaurant he would pick. I already had a wine in mine that I wanted to order, and I wondered if he would "pony up", and enjoy my selection.
Time would tell. It was Wednesday, and I waited impatiently by the phone for Paul to call.
It had been a while since I wrote my mother a letter, so I sat down at the kitchen table one evening to write:
Mom,
We have now been at Coronado Beach for a little over a month. In addition to California, we have traveled to, and spent the better part of a week in Mexico. I am connecting with my surroundings more and more these days and wonder if that is a sign of maturity. I have named our house for the summer, "Casa Amor", or "House of Love". When traveling thru Mexico; while only about five days, it became "My Mexico".
Personally, I think these are signs of healing. My medication has been good to me; and while I do not feel I need it at this point, I realize that that is a general medical flaw that most patients go thru. Thus, I am taking my medication religiously and using the beach and my surroundings to do the rest. Casa Amor is relaxing. While we spend almost everyday thru the week at the beach, Saturdays and Sundays are preferably spent in this beautiful Italian Villa.
The owners are in Tuscany and they will return in a few weeks to check on us, get some clothes and return to Tuscany for the remainder of the summer. I hope to be able to barter with the owner to "pre-book" for next summer.
We have visited the zoo in San Diego, the Gas Lamp District in downtown, the aquarium, and many other locations. We intend to really learn the history behind this city and especially Coronado, as it has become our respite.
Finally, the kids are well. They surf and play volleyball with a small handful of friends nearly daily, and enjoy our evenings out to dinner and certainly to Coldstone for ice cream. I am leading the "taste tester" race, as I am up to twenty-seven flavours for the summer.
With Love,
Stephanie
Mom,
We have now been at Coronado Beach for a little over a month. In addition to California, we have traveled to, and spent the better part of a week in Mexico. I am connecting with my surroundings more and more these days and wonder if that is a sign of maturity. I have named our house for the summer, "Casa Amor", or "House of Love". When traveling thru Mexico; while only about five days, it became "My Mexico".
Personally, I think these are signs of healing. My medication has been good to me; and while I do not feel I need it at this point, I realize that that is a general medical flaw that most patients go thru. Thus, I am taking my medication religiously and using the beach and my surroundings to do the rest. Casa Amor is relaxing. While we spend almost everyday thru the week at the beach, Saturdays and Sundays are preferably spent in this beautiful Italian Villa.
The owners are in Tuscany and they will return in a few weeks to check on us, get some clothes and return to Tuscany for the remainder of the summer. I hope to be able to barter with the owner to "pre-book" for next summer.
We have visited the zoo in San Diego, the Gas Lamp District in downtown, the aquarium, and many other locations. We intend to really learn the history behind this city and especially Coronado, as it has become our respite.
Finally, the kids are well. They surf and play volleyball with a small handful of friends nearly daily, and enjoy our evenings out to dinner and certainly to Coldstone for ice cream. I am leading the "taste tester" race, as I am up to twenty-seven flavours for the summer.
With Love,
Stephanie
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
It was now week five. Isabella and Liam still went for a walk to the beach everyday to surf and play volleyball. During the week, the beach was not as crowded and the friends that they had acquired for the summer were there each day as well. By now, I was getting quite the tan. Brady wouldn't have liked me getting this much sun, but it was hard not too; as the sun had been intense, and I lackadaisical about my sunscreen use. Nonetheless, my tanned body looked good enough that even I was turning some heads at the beach at nearly sixty years of age.
I was only a summer-and-a-half away, and I would reach that milestone. It didn't bother me; my age that is, as much as it bothered me that I was widowed. I figured in my own mind that it was time to venture out into the brave world again, but I would need to be courted; and it it would have to be someone wonderful...someone special.
We decided to do something a little unorthodox that Wednesday. We went to where we could lie down on the grass in a field where the planes from the San Diego Airport took off. It was close enough that we could feel the wind turbulence and the drag as the planes took off for their destination. While illegal, we were not the only ones who had ever done this, so we figured since we were not the first, we would certainly not be the last. "What was the harm", I thought? At any rate, if one exploded we would be "goners" in a flash; but, with that be the worst and only plausible 1 in 1,000,000 chance, we were all willing to stomach the risk.
After a few hours, we went to Coldstone Creamery. One of our favourites, we had come to love the evenings when ice cream was on the schedule. It was typically three to four nights a week, and no one ever had a complaint if it was a few nights in a row. We continued to add flavour after flavour to our own personal lists. Isabella didn't stray far from her favourites, and Liam even more so; so it seemed that I had once again become the adventurous one. I was now up to twenty-seven for the summer.
I was only a summer-and-a-half away, and I would reach that milestone. It didn't bother me; my age that is, as much as it bothered me that I was widowed. I figured in my own mind that it was time to venture out into the brave world again, but I would need to be courted; and it it would have to be someone wonderful...someone special.
We decided to do something a little unorthodox that Wednesday. We went to where we could lie down on the grass in a field where the planes from the San Diego Airport took off. It was close enough that we could feel the wind turbulence and the drag as the planes took off for their destination. While illegal, we were not the only ones who had ever done this, so we figured since we were not the first, we would certainly not be the last. "What was the harm", I thought? At any rate, if one exploded we would be "goners" in a flash; but, with that be the worst and only plausible 1 in 1,000,000 chance, we were all willing to stomach the risk.
After a few hours, we went to Coldstone Creamery. One of our favourites, we had come to love the evenings when ice cream was on the schedule. It was typically three to four nights a week, and no one ever had a complaint if it was a few nights in a row. We continued to add flavour after flavour to our own personal lists. Isabella didn't stray far from her favourites, and Liam even more so; so it seemed that I had once again become the adventurous one. I was now up to twenty-seven for the summer.
We returned to Casa Amor on Sunday. We had spent the better part of a week in Mexico and it was time to return to the beach. Isabella and Liam were exhausted; as was I, and we slept in till nearly noon on Monday. The beach was our safe haven, and it was a beautiful day that Monday. It was the beginning of our fourth week, and I knew that time would begin to fly. On Sunday, we would have just eight weeks left.
We spent every day in the fourth week at the beach. Liam and Isabella had made a few friends that were close to them in age, and they played volleyball each day until time for dinner. In the morning they would try their hands at surfing, and they each had become a master at the "boogie board" or waveboard, as I would call it.
I did cook some as well; as I have always loved being in the kitchen. It was one of Brady and I's pastimes, I guess you might say. His specialty was Italian, and mine French, so we each had something of value to add on any given night. He had even taken the time to teach Bella some things and Liam would someday be a master on the grill. We all loved and adored asparagus, as Brady had showed me the perfect way to cook it. And if I have shared my secret previously, please keep it "under your hat".
The week flew by; as I knew it would, and we spent Saturday and Sunday at home relaxing. While the beach was our playground, Casa Amor was our respite.
We spent every day in the fourth week at the beach. Liam and Isabella had made a few friends that were close to them in age, and they played volleyball each day until time for dinner. In the morning they would try their hands at surfing, and they each had become a master at the "boogie board" or waveboard, as I would call it.
I did cook some as well; as I have always loved being in the kitchen. It was one of Brady and I's pastimes, I guess you might say. His specialty was Italian, and mine French, so we each had something of value to add on any given night. He had even taken the time to teach Bella some things and Liam would someday be a master on the grill. We all loved and adored asparagus, as Brady had showed me the perfect way to cook it. And if I have shared my secret previously, please keep it "under your hat".
The week flew by; as I knew it would, and we spent Saturday and Sunday at home relaxing. While the beach was our playground, Casa Amor was our respite.
Monday, September 8, 2014
While I wanted to visit Oaxaca, it was not going to happen on this trip. We had already driven northwest to Guadalajara, and the next sound destination would be Monterrey. I felt sure we would find more treasures there.
We would travel on I-80 N. Villa de Cos was about halfway on the atlas, so I determined that it would be a good place for lunch. We left at the crack of dawn, allowing Isabella and Liam to sleep thru the early morning hours as I drove. The sun was beautiful as it came up over "My Mexico" that day, and I dreamed of Brady whom I had watched the sun rise with on many occasions.
We arrived in Villa de Cos about 11:30 AM, just in time for a bite. I was quite famished myself; and having just awaken, the children shared my sentiments completely. Arus offered Mediterranean cuisine, and seemed to be appealing; as anything would have at that point. Liam and I ordered the fish of the day and Isabella had a salad with Greek dressing.
Back on the road, it was now about four hours to our destination; Monterrey. Flush with universities; as was Guadalajara, Monterrey also offered museums of various kinds, a park, a riverwalk, and Cerro de la Silla, or a name for the landscape and it famous saddle-shape.
By mid-afternoon, we were cruising the riverwalk. It was bustling with people that day, and I could feel the excitement in the air. "My Mexico" had lifted my spirits once again. Now why exactly I had named the Villa we were staying in "Casa Amor" and for just a few days the State of Mexico, "My Mexico", I'm not sure...but I somehow knew that I would have to connect to my surroundings in a real and meaningful way for this summer to remain important and memorable. It was not only the children that needed healing; but even more so, it was me.
We would travel on I-80 N. Villa de Cos was about halfway on the atlas, so I determined that it would be a good place for lunch. We left at the crack of dawn, allowing Isabella and Liam to sleep thru the early morning hours as I drove. The sun was beautiful as it came up over "My Mexico" that day, and I dreamed of Brady whom I had watched the sun rise with on many occasions.
We arrived in Villa de Cos about 11:30 AM, just in time for a bite. I was quite famished myself; and having just awaken, the children shared my sentiments completely. Arus offered Mediterranean cuisine, and seemed to be appealing; as anything would have at that point. Liam and I ordered the fish of the day and Isabella had a salad with Greek dressing.
Back on the road, it was now about four hours to our destination; Monterrey. Flush with universities; as was Guadalajara, Monterrey also offered museums of various kinds, a park, a riverwalk, and Cerro de la Silla, or a name for the landscape and it famous saddle-shape.
By mid-afternoon, we were cruising the riverwalk. It was bustling with people that day, and I could feel the excitement in the air. "My Mexico" had lifted my spirits once again. Now why exactly I had named the Villa we were staying in "Casa Amor" and for just a few days the State of Mexico, "My Mexico", I'm not sure...but I somehow knew that I would have to connect to my surroundings in a real and meaningful way for this summer to remain important and memorable. It was not only the children that needed healing; but even more so, it was me.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
The next day would be spent in Guadalajara. It would be nearly a six hour drive from the Mexico City, City Center; so we started early about 6:00 AM, hoping to get there by high noon. Along the way, we would pass many beautiful cities. The road was a two-lane road; very passable, and it would be considered a major thoroughfare in Mexico. In countries such as this, the road conditions can be less than desirable; however, Route 55 seemed very passable.
We arrived in Guadalajara around 1:00 PM. La Franca was one of the first restaurants that we came across, so I parked the Suburban and walked up to the sidewalk menu to have a look. From what I could gather, this was a Mexican Contemporary restaurant. It suited the kids and I, and from the outside facade, it looked appealing. We would soon find out that the food and service we also as such.
The item on the menu that seemed to resonate with all of us was the Steak La Franca. Three orders were made and we were pleasantly surprised. After chomping down the steak like rabid dogs, we had flan and ice cream. Finally, a Margarita for me, and aged-root beers from Isabella and Liam. We left with full bellies and smiles on our faces. The valet brought the Suburban back around, and we left to see the sights.
There are four large colleges, and a handful of museums, along with many cathedrals in Guadalajara. The stained-glass windows were impressive, so we took quite a few photos. At nite, as the sun went down and the lights came on, they were even more impressive by the light of the stars.
The Casa Montore Botique Hotel would be our resting place for the evening. Turn-down service was appealing, and after seeing the room and the price at just $74/nite, we decided to stay for two days and tour more of the city. On Friday, we would head to another destination and return to the States on Sunday.
We arrived in Guadalajara around 1:00 PM. La Franca was one of the first restaurants that we came across, so I parked the Suburban and walked up to the sidewalk menu to have a look. From what I could gather, this was a Mexican Contemporary restaurant. It suited the kids and I, and from the outside facade, it looked appealing. We would soon find out that the food and service we also as such.
The item on the menu that seemed to resonate with all of us was the Steak La Franca. Three orders were made and we were pleasantly surprised. After chomping down the steak like rabid dogs, we had flan and ice cream. Finally, a Margarita for me, and aged-root beers from Isabella and Liam. We left with full bellies and smiles on our faces. The valet brought the Suburban back around, and we left to see the sights.
There are four large colleges, and a handful of museums, along with many cathedrals in Guadalajara. The stained-glass windows were impressive, so we took quite a few photos. At nite, as the sun went down and the lights came on, they were even more impressive by the light of the stars.
The Casa Montore Botique Hotel would be our resting place for the evening. Turn-down service was appealing, and after seeing the room and the price at just $74/nite, we decided to stay for two days and tour more of the city. On Friday, we would head to another destination and return to the States on Sunday.
Saturday, September 6, 2014
We arrived in Mexico City in the early afternoon. We were all getting kind of hungry, so we decided we would eat around 5:00 PM. Prior to that, we would make a few stops at different places and maybe a snack would be in order. We started in the City Center, where I knew we would find plenty of things to do an look at. Centro Historico; as it is called, can accommodate over 100,000 people at any one time; so I am told.
Over the years, Centro Historico has been home to protests and governments overthrown, rally's and fights among the people. On a more positive note, it is home to some of the most beautiful buildings, churches and museums that I have ever seen. We decided to do the museums which would be an educational and relaxing thing to do prior to dinner.
It is always amazing to me how ancient city's like Mexico City have come into fruition. Who were the architects of the 16th Century Spaniards. What was their thought process. And how did they rally the people and get them to work long and tireless hours to make this place what it is; a true gem in the history of South America; or Southern North America, I guess.
As we toured the City Center square, I decided on Bistro Mosaico. This place seemed to have not only a Mexican, but French flair as well. I reasoned that this would be a wonderful place to try both true Mexican and French Fusion. The combination of two countries. I ordered pate as an appetizer, which the kids had only had one other time at a restaurant in Charlotte, North Carolina, with their father after a meeting that he had. The enjoyed this succulent duck liver on both crackers and homemade bread. The menu needed to be translated to us, but looked absolutely amazing. Having enchiladas and burritos and chimichangas, we were all stuffed by the time we left. Finally we enjoyed fried ice cream to top it off.
I found suitable accommodations for the evening and we laid down to rest.
Over the years, Centro Historico has been home to protests and governments overthrown, rally's and fights among the people. On a more positive note, it is home to some of the most beautiful buildings, churches and museums that I have ever seen. We decided to do the museums which would be an educational and relaxing thing to do prior to dinner.
It is always amazing to me how ancient city's like Mexico City have come into fruition. Who were the architects of the 16th Century Spaniards. What was their thought process. And how did they rally the people and get them to work long and tireless hours to make this place what it is; a true gem in the history of South America; or Southern North America, I guess.
As we toured the City Center square, I decided on Bistro Mosaico. This place seemed to have not only a Mexican, but French flair as well. I reasoned that this would be a wonderful place to try both true Mexican and French Fusion. The combination of two countries. I ordered pate as an appetizer, which the kids had only had one other time at a restaurant in Charlotte, North Carolina, with their father after a meeting that he had. The enjoyed this succulent duck liver on both crackers and homemade bread. The menu needed to be translated to us, but looked absolutely amazing. Having enchiladas and burritos and chimichangas, we were all stuffed by the time we left. Finally we enjoyed fried ice cream to top it off.
I found suitable accommodations for the evening and we laid down to rest.
Friday, September 5, 2014
The beds and bedding at "The House of Love" or "Casa Amor" were amazing. I intended to get a line item by line item list of what Silvio had purchased when he returned from Italy. Silvio and his lovely bride spend the summers in or near the Tuscan Region of Italy, and that is why they rent the Villa in Coronado Beach. I just happened to be the current; and hopefully future, key holder for the moment; and perhaps for many summers to come. Have I mentioned that once.
Well, I love this place. After only two weeks, it has become intoxicating. The beach is immaculate and not overrun, the house is immaculate and on a corner of a "not" busy street. My children have accommodations fitting of royalty, we have room for all the company we need and NO room for those we do not want, and I can relax here. Whew! That was a mouthful!
At any rate, our third week was about to begin. I suggested another history lesson. Since we all had our passports, why not slip down thru San Diego into Tijuana, Mexico, and just see what is going on these days. To the best of my knowledge, Mexico is at peace internally at the moment. Sure, there are gangs and guns and fighting, but "citizen vs. BIG Government" is currently at bay.
That Friday, at the end of the third week, we ventured across the border and into Mexico.I suggested staying a few days and going to Guadalajara, Oaxaca, Monterrey and Mexico City. Certainly we would find some cultural and historical events and places to learn a bit about Mexico.
What I have always appreciated about Brady and his short, but sweet, vacations was that he was always able to provide us with "fun facts" along the way. Not only was he handsome and intelligent, he was knowledgeable. He knew many things about many places and the World in general. In fact, in our hometown, we could barely go to a restaurant where he hadn't at one time dated a waitress who still did, or who had worked there. He liked to eat, and the waitresses always seem to like him. I wonder why.
After crossing the border, I decided we would drive directly to Mexico City to start our few day tour of this politically unsound (historically speaking), but beautiful country.
Well, I love this place. After only two weeks, it has become intoxicating. The beach is immaculate and not overrun, the house is immaculate and on a corner of a "not" busy street. My children have accommodations fitting of royalty, we have room for all the company we need and NO room for those we do not want, and I can relax here. Whew! That was a mouthful!
At any rate, our third week was about to begin. I suggested another history lesson. Since we all had our passports, why not slip down thru San Diego into Tijuana, Mexico, and just see what is going on these days. To the best of my knowledge, Mexico is at peace internally at the moment. Sure, there are gangs and guns and fighting, but "citizen vs. BIG Government" is currently at bay.
That Friday, at the end of the third week, we ventured across the border and into Mexico.I suggested staying a few days and going to Guadalajara, Oaxaca, Monterrey and Mexico City. Certainly we would find some cultural and historical events and places to learn a bit about Mexico.
What I have always appreciated about Brady and his short, but sweet, vacations was that he was always able to provide us with "fun facts" along the way. Not only was he handsome and intelligent, he was knowledgeable. He knew many things about many places and the World in general. In fact, in our hometown, we could barely go to a restaurant where he hadn't at one time dated a waitress who still did, or who had worked there. He liked to eat, and the waitresses always seem to like him. I wonder why.
After crossing the border, I decided we would drive directly to Mexico City to start our few day tour of this politically unsound (historically speaking), but beautiful country.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
We spent everyday of the first week at the beach and ate out occasionally. We found a local pizza place that we enjoyed, a local Chinese place (a staple for sure), and for me a local brewery and wine bar. It was not as if I would sneak out on the kids for an evening cocktail; however, when I needed to unwind from thoughts of Brady, I retreated to either my local brewery or wine bar. The Gas Light District in San Diego also had plenty to offer, and we would frequent it often throughout the summer.
In the second week, Isabella decided that she wanted to visit the San Diego Zoo. This was amenable to Liam and I, so we went on Tuesday. It seemed like a good day to meander slowly and catch the best of what the zoo had to offer, as most people besides mother's without jobs would be at work. No summer vacations/breaks for the weary. I can remember distinctly how hard it was to get Brady to even take a week off from his job. He enjoyed it, and it provided for a wonderful living for me and the kids.
The zoo lived up to expectations. As they always said in the movies, "Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh my"! We even had a decent meal there and it took us from opening until 6:00 PM that evening to catch all the attractions, brief seminars and the animals, of course.
We decided to go out to eat to the Cheesecake Factory that evening; one of my household's favourites. We have a system that may seem uncanny, but now that I have let out the secret, I feel sure that others will be doing it. At the Cheesecake Factory, you eat your desired dessert first. This way, if you have leftovers from your meal, there is plenty of ways to reheat the item(s) to your satisfaction. Cheesecake in the fridge overnite; however, just does not have that same, fresh taste, the next day.
Retreating to the patio once again, we would spend just about every nite there in the evenings at what I called "Casa Amor", or "House of Love". It would become my Italian Villa of Love for the summer, and perhaps many more to come.
In the second week, Isabella decided that she wanted to visit the San Diego Zoo. This was amenable to Liam and I, so we went on Tuesday. It seemed like a good day to meander slowly and catch the best of what the zoo had to offer, as most people besides mother's without jobs would be at work. No summer vacations/breaks for the weary. I can remember distinctly how hard it was to get Brady to even take a week off from his job. He enjoyed it, and it provided for a wonderful living for me and the kids.
The zoo lived up to expectations. As they always said in the movies, "Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh my"! We even had a decent meal there and it took us from opening until 6:00 PM that evening to catch all the attractions, brief seminars and the animals, of course.
We decided to go out to eat to the Cheesecake Factory that evening; one of my household's favourites. We have a system that may seem uncanny, but now that I have let out the secret, I feel sure that others will be doing it. At the Cheesecake Factory, you eat your desired dessert first. This way, if you have leftovers from your meal, there is plenty of ways to reheat the item(s) to your satisfaction. Cheesecake in the fridge overnite; however, just does not have that same, fresh taste, the next day.
Retreating to the patio once again, we would spend just about every nite there in the evenings at what I called "Casa Amor", or "House of Love". It would become my Italian Villa of Love for the summer, and perhaps many more to come.
I was able to score a beach rental for the summer at a costly, but not unfair price. I had paid for three months, and because of the length of my stay, the owner cut me a break. I had shared with him a little about my story and why I needed a beach rental, and he felt sympathy for me; cutting the price by thirty-three percent since I would pay in advance for the entire summer.
We arrive at the home on the corner of I Avenue and 7th Street early the next morning to meet the owner. Silvio was raised near the Tuscan Region of Italy and had immigrated to the United States at eighteen. Not unlike many, he came with ten dollar in his pocket, started a business and became an American homegrown millionaire. If you have ever read the book, "The Millionaire Next Door", this was Silvio. He owned a butcher shop, he explained; and had expanded to seven locations in thirty years in the business. His wife, Maria, had been an interior designer after raising their three children and did well herself. Along the way, they had bought several homes at deep discounts with cash in the several downturns in the real estate market near Coronado Beach, and hence; did well in their investments and there business.
After touring the home with Maria and having had her give a brief history of the home and its amenities, it was time to move our things in for the summer. Liam was the first to be unpacked and fully ready with a bathing suit on. He stood in the kitchen drinking a water, impatiently waiting on the "ladies" to unpack. After about another fifteen minutes, Isabella and I donned our suits and gathered a few items to eat and the necessary items like sunscreen and we ban walking toward Coronado Beach.
Typically rated one of the top beaches in America, it is not as heavily commercialized as one might think. The price of the real estate for the summer, and hence the affluence of the people who frequent keep the "riff-raff" out. Over time, the beach population has gained in numbers of course, as the rating has increased, but the normal crowd still flocks in each year expecting things to be mainly unchanged.
We stayed the afternoon at the beach until 5:00 PM the first day; not wanting ti wear ourselves out, and then retreated to our Italian Villa for some dinner. Liam had stated it was his nite to cook. A short trip to the store was in order, and then it would be London Broil, asparagus, cous cous, and red-skinned potatoes cut into steak fries for dinner. A long winter's nap, or summer's nap I guess, and some discussion beforehand on the patio before bed was in order.
We arrive at the home on the corner of I Avenue and 7th Street early the next morning to meet the owner. Silvio was raised near the Tuscan Region of Italy and had immigrated to the United States at eighteen. Not unlike many, he came with ten dollar in his pocket, started a business and became an American homegrown millionaire. If you have ever read the book, "The Millionaire Next Door", this was Silvio. He owned a butcher shop, he explained; and had expanded to seven locations in thirty years in the business. His wife, Maria, had been an interior designer after raising their three children and did well herself. Along the way, they had bought several homes at deep discounts with cash in the several downturns in the real estate market near Coronado Beach, and hence; did well in their investments and there business.
After touring the home with Maria and having had her give a brief history of the home and its amenities, it was time to move our things in for the summer. Liam was the first to be unpacked and fully ready with a bathing suit on. He stood in the kitchen drinking a water, impatiently waiting on the "ladies" to unpack. After about another fifteen minutes, Isabella and I donned our suits and gathered a few items to eat and the necessary items like sunscreen and we ban walking toward Coronado Beach.
Typically rated one of the top beaches in America, it is not as heavily commercialized as one might think. The price of the real estate for the summer, and hence the affluence of the people who frequent keep the "riff-raff" out. Over time, the beach population has gained in numbers of course, as the rating has increased, but the normal crowd still flocks in each year expecting things to be mainly unchanged.
We stayed the afternoon at the beach until 5:00 PM the first day; not wanting ti wear ourselves out, and then retreated to our Italian Villa for some dinner. Liam had stated it was his nite to cook. A short trip to the store was in order, and then it would be London Broil, asparagus, cous cous, and red-skinned potatoes cut into steak fries for dinner. A long winter's nap, or summer's nap I guess, and some discussion beforehand on the patio before bed was in order.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Once finished with our flight, and Grand Canyon National Park, we found a place to lodge for the evening and tomorrow we would make the trip into California. It would be an easy run across I-40 for most of the way and then South for a few hours upon reaching California.
The drive had been as fun and as calm as I could never have imagined. It seemed as if Isabella and Liam were enjoying every step of the way, every leg of travel, every hotel and outing that I had planned. Somehow, I just knew in my heart that the next twelve weeks were going to be days, weeks, and certainly; a summer to remember.
Coronado Beach is close to San Diego, California, so there would be plenty to do in the evenings in addition to the beach. It has a lot to offer like the zoo, and other attractions. While the beauty of the California beaches would be our main focus for the summer, we would have a plan for the next twelve weeks; each week, for something fun and educational to do. So far, I had even done an excellent job in providing the children with a history lesson here and there. The Oklahoma City bombing, the Arch in St. Louis, the history of baseball, the Indian Tribe responsible for the Skywalk...all of this was adding to the value of the plans I put in motion.
We arrived at Coronado Beach about dinner time. We had stopped for a small bite of lunch earlier in the day around 1:00 PM, but it was now nearing 6:00 PM, and we were all famished. We did it! We had trekked nearly three-thousand miles in a matter of days en route to our beach destination for the summer.
I was hungry for Mexican that evening, so I pulled the "trump card" or the "longest straw"; so to speak, and we pulled into the parking lot of Miguel's Cocina. My favorite are the Enchilladas, as is Isabella's, and Liam usually just gets something with flaming steak that comes to the table at about five-hundred degrees. We were careful to eat every morsel that evening, and wasted no time.
After dinner, we would stay one nite in a hotel before checking in to our beach house for the summer. The Hotel Coronado is possibly one of the most historic hotels on the West coast, and it is definitely a prized location in California.
We all retreated to our rooms, and would sleep soundly until we were ready to get up. Somehow, I just knew that Liam and Isabella would awake not long after sunrise, brimming with excitement for the place that I had picked to be our home for the summer.
The drive had been as fun and as calm as I could never have imagined. It seemed as if Isabella and Liam were enjoying every step of the way, every leg of travel, every hotel and outing that I had planned. Somehow, I just knew in my heart that the next twelve weeks were going to be days, weeks, and certainly; a summer to remember.
Coronado Beach is close to San Diego, California, so there would be plenty to do in the evenings in addition to the beach. It has a lot to offer like the zoo, and other attractions. While the beauty of the California beaches would be our main focus for the summer, we would have a plan for the next twelve weeks; each week, for something fun and educational to do. So far, I had even done an excellent job in providing the children with a history lesson here and there. The Oklahoma City bombing, the Arch in St. Louis, the history of baseball, the Indian Tribe responsible for the Skywalk...all of this was adding to the value of the plans I put in motion.
We arrived at Coronado Beach about dinner time. We had stopped for a small bite of lunch earlier in the day around 1:00 PM, but it was now nearing 6:00 PM, and we were all famished. We did it! We had trekked nearly three-thousand miles in a matter of days en route to our beach destination for the summer.
I was hungry for Mexican that evening, so I pulled the "trump card" or the "longest straw"; so to speak, and we pulled into the parking lot of Miguel's Cocina. My favorite are the Enchilladas, as is Isabella's, and Liam usually just gets something with flaming steak that comes to the table at about five-hundred degrees. We were careful to eat every morsel that evening, and wasted no time.
After dinner, we would stay one nite in a hotel before checking in to our beach house for the summer. The Hotel Coronado is possibly one of the most historic hotels on the West coast, and it is definitely a prized location in California.
We all retreated to our rooms, and would sleep soundly until we were ready to get up. Somehow, I just knew that Liam and Isabella would awake not long after sunrise, brimming with excitement for the place that I had picked to be our home for the summer.
Monday, September 1, 2014
One more stop and then finally a ten hour drive into California. Grand Canyon National Park is where we would land. I had planned to take the children to both the park and the Skywalk over the Grand Canyon, as it was just a few years prior to our trip that it was built. Logistics would determine which we would venture to first, and the surprise for this detour was one of great measure. I would charter a plane and fly us thru the Grand Canyon.
We decided to go to the Skywalk first. The images alone from this point are unimaginable; they have to be seen with your own eyes to believe them. As we gazed over the expanse of the Grand Canyon and its floor, I wondered how I would ever regain the hole that was in my soul over the loss of Brady. It was like the pit, basin and vastness of the Canyon were equivalent to the depth and breadth in the pit of my own stomach and heart. As I cried, Isabella held me and said nary a word. She simply understood.
After wiping away the tears, Liam came to console me as well and gave me a hug that I knew all too well...it seemed as though he had the same embrace that his father did. Once I regained my personal composure I motioned for them to head back to the Suburban. We drove about thirty minutes down toward the bottom of the Canyon in order to arrive at the hanger. We chartered a plane that afternoon, and saw the Grand Canyon as many would like too, but so few have. At that very moment as we were in flight, I cried again but felt an uneasy, but steady calm feeling as somehow I knew Brady was with me on that plane. While ethereal, and unrealistic really; it seemed clear to me that I felt his presence in a very clear fashion that day. He was indeed; with me!
Upon landing, we drove to Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona. We spent the day hiking and found a nice spot for a picnic lunch in the early afternoon. It was the kind of day that is so relaxing...the breeze in your face and hair slightly, but the warm sun on your back. I had made sandwiches on bagels, had a small serving of antipasto, some five bean salad in a lit vinaigrette, and some grapes. To go along with our grapes, I opened a bottle of Chambourcin; a grape that grows well in France and ironically the State of Maryland, and the kids had bottled water. I had needed a drink that day to calm my nerves, as the events leading up to this calm lunch in the National Park were more than even my antidepressants and my Abilify could handle.
We decided to go to the Skywalk first. The images alone from this point are unimaginable; they have to be seen with your own eyes to believe them. As we gazed over the expanse of the Grand Canyon and its floor, I wondered how I would ever regain the hole that was in my soul over the loss of Brady. It was like the pit, basin and vastness of the Canyon were equivalent to the depth and breadth in the pit of my own stomach and heart. As I cried, Isabella held me and said nary a word. She simply understood.
After wiping away the tears, Liam came to console me as well and gave me a hug that I knew all too well...it seemed as though he had the same embrace that his father did. Once I regained my personal composure I motioned for them to head back to the Suburban. We drove about thirty minutes down toward the bottom of the Canyon in order to arrive at the hanger. We chartered a plane that afternoon, and saw the Grand Canyon as many would like too, but so few have. At that very moment as we were in flight, I cried again but felt an uneasy, but steady calm feeling as somehow I knew Brady was with me on that plane. While ethereal, and unrealistic really; it seemed clear to me that I felt his presence in a very clear fashion that day. He was indeed; with me!
Upon landing, we drove to Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona. We spent the day hiking and found a nice spot for a picnic lunch in the early afternoon. It was the kind of day that is so relaxing...the breeze in your face and hair slightly, but the warm sun on your back. I had made sandwiches on bagels, had a small serving of antipasto, some five bean salad in a lit vinaigrette, and some grapes. To go along with our grapes, I opened a bottle of Chambourcin; a grape that grows well in France and ironically the State of Maryland, and the kids had bottled water. I had needed a drink that day to calm my nerves, as the events leading up to this calm lunch in the National Park were more than even my antidepressants and my Abilify could handle.
As I drove, I looked in the rear-view mirror while sipping on a iced-caramel frappacino and wondered how long the children would sleep. I saw the large sign for Albuquerque and that meant that we were now less than ninety minutes away.
Enter Albuquerque, New Mexico. As I drove into town in the black Suburban, I saw heads turn as if I were the FBI rolling up for a sting operation. I suppose I get that more often than I realize, but today it was most noticeable. "Did they somehow know I was from out of town", I wandered? At any rate, as I pulled into a local restaurant and placed the Suburban in park, the children awoke.
We were all famished at this point and an early lunch at about 4:00 PM seemed appropriate. We had driven nearly nine hours that day.
Turtle Mountain Brewing Company would be the spot for lunch and then I had a surprise that started promptly at 7:05 PM. Any guesses? Calzones seemed like an appetizing choice and we all ended up ordering one. They are a bit more filling than pizza and I tend to enjoy the mountains of marinara enclosed. Isabella and Liam both had a hard time deciding, so we each ordered two and decided to take one along in a box for a snack at a later date.
Shortly after dinner, I took the kids downtown close to our evening excursion. Did anyone get the right answer? Isotopes Baseball! That's right; good ole baseball. Liam was a three-letter sportsman, so I knew without a doubt that he would enjoy the game. Bella; being the good sport that she is, would either enjoy the game as much as the rest of us, or at least act like she did. That is the way she was raised by Brady. We were; however, lucky enough to attend on an evening when they gave away hats to the first 5,000 fans and additionally had fireworks after the game. These things in combination; if nothing else, would make it memorable for Bella.
The Isotopes beat the pants off of the Las Vegas 51's that evening and from there it was just a short drive to the hotel. We stayed that evening at the Casas de Suenos hotel, an Inn of sorts with only twenty-one rooms. Quaint and quiet, it was like a Spanish lullaby wrapped in the accommodations of a hotel/inn as we laid down to sleep that evening.
Enter Albuquerque, New Mexico. As I drove into town in the black Suburban, I saw heads turn as if I were the FBI rolling up for a sting operation. I suppose I get that more often than I realize, but today it was most noticeable. "Did they somehow know I was from out of town", I wandered? At any rate, as I pulled into a local restaurant and placed the Suburban in park, the children awoke.
We were all famished at this point and an early lunch at about 4:00 PM seemed appropriate. We had driven nearly nine hours that day.
Turtle Mountain Brewing Company would be the spot for lunch and then I had a surprise that started promptly at 7:05 PM. Any guesses? Calzones seemed like an appetizing choice and we all ended up ordering one. They are a bit more filling than pizza and I tend to enjoy the mountains of marinara enclosed. Isabella and Liam both had a hard time deciding, so we each ordered two and decided to take one along in a box for a snack at a later date.
Shortly after dinner, I took the kids downtown close to our evening excursion. Did anyone get the right answer? Isotopes Baseball! That's right; good ole baseball. Liam was a three-letter sportsman, so I knew without a doubt that he would enjoy the game. Bella; being the good sport that she is, would either enjoy the game as much as the rest of us, or at least act like she did. That is the way she was raised by Brady. We were; however, lucky enough to attend on an evening when they gave away hats to the first 5,000 fans and additionally had fireworks after the game. These things in combination; if nothing else, would make it memorable for Bella.
The Isotopes beat the pants off of the Las Vegas 51's that evening and from there it was just a short drive to the hotel. We stayed that evening at the Casas de Suenos hotel, an Inn of sorts with only twenty-one rooms. Quaint and quiet, it was like a Spanish lullaby wrapped in the accommodations of a hotel/inn as we laid down to sleep that evening.
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