That’s all she wrote

Back to work.  That's where we're headed Monday morning.  Cas and I have just enough time left in Spring Break to grocery shop, change the furnace filters and run some clothes through the laundry before we head back to our respective jobs Monday. We landed yesterday in the afternoon, walked to the DART Silver Line and headed to UTD station.  It was so easy.  My dad and my brother met us there and took us back home.  Such an easier post-trip pickup- we had them drive under three miles to a train station in their own neighborhood instead of about 25 to the airport.  

And let's talk about the sunshine.  What a glorious thing to see when we returned to Dallas.  It was actually in the high 80s when we arrived- a little warm for the long sleeves I was wearing, but it was so nice out that the walk to the rail station and the short wait on a bench were downright delightful.  

But that's all she wrote for now.  I hang this blog up until our triumphant Heather-And-Cas-Ride-Again moment comes in the summer.  Until then, go to all the places, see all of the things and write stuff down.  You'll be glad you did.  

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Last night in town

Grumpy Bean.  That was the name of the coffee shop where we began our morning.  Of course, it started at a coffee shop.  We went from there to a very early lunch at Beecher’s Handmade Cheese.  I learned before we left Dallas that they have a mac and cheese that you absolutely must try.  Mission accomplished.  I think I may have overdosed on Lactaid, but no worries- I got the mac.  It was pretty great.  

With our carbs all sorted out for the day, Cas and I headed to the Ballard locks.  These are a pair of locks connecting Lake Union to Puget Sound, and their primary function appears to be to let boats pass through peacefully.  The water levels in these two places are different, and the locks bring boats in to either lift or lower them to the correct level for where they are headed.  It was interesting.  I know it’s not the properly touristic thing to do, but watching a large mechanism raise or lower a whole boat is pretty interesting to me.  Also to Cas.  Heck- maybe we’re a little nerdy when doing tourist things, but we are that way together, so it’s okay.  After that, we wandered down Ballard Avenue, which was nice as we have been staying in the downtown area, and seeing another neighborhood was pretty neat.  We stepped into a wine shop and had a very strange glass of Lebanese wine before heading to a funky restaurant where Cas had a cup of salmon chowder and I had a BLT with the thickest bacon I have seen in a while.  It was a neat spot, a cool neighborhood, and as we have come to expect in Seattle, a nice bunch of people.  

After that, our city bus passes were good for a trip back to the main downtown area, where we took an underground tour.  When it was founded, Seattle was built up of wood.  There was a horrific fire, and the rebuild was strange.  There’s a large potion of that rebuild that is currently underground, and more was built on top of that.  Enough to be significant and interesting- and worthy of a unique tour.  We learned about hotels, banks, hardware stores and sawmills.  We learned about houses of ill repute and spaces that later housed bootleggers.  We got an underground-tour-look at the city where we’ve been sleeping for several nights.  It was a very cool tour.  

And now, we need to hit the hay.  It’s time to get to bed, because tomorrow morning will come very early, and we have to make our way back to Dallas.  This has certainly been a strange spring break trip- it started late and ended at a time we didn’t necessarily anticipate, but it was another good one.  Cas and Heather approved.  I’ll check back in from the house in Dallas, but after that, you’ll have to hold your breath for the next bit of adventure this summer.  If we haven’t told you where we’re going I will leave you in suspense.  You’ll see in June- hoo boy- it’s gonna be a good one.  Until then, here were are underground.  

Here, once again, are our photos: tinyurl.com/DunlapSeattle 

Coffee flavored coffee

There is coffee for sale pretty much everywhere in this city.  Coffee shops may well outnumber people in Seattle.  I am old enough to remember a time when coffee was a thing adults made at home, and nobody purchased a paper cup full while out and about, unless they were on a road trip and they stopped at a convenience store or a gas station.  Kids never touched the stuff.  The flavor options were coffee or *checks notes* also coffee.  Nothing looked like a milkshake.  Somewhere along the way, all of that changed.  I think the seed may have been planted where Cas and I were yesterday morning.  We visited the original Starbucks.  Home of the Carmel Macchiato.  Land of the ubiquitous paper cup.  Spot that has elementary aged kids demanding coffee.  I don’t know how I feel about that one, honestly.  Little kids have favorite Starbucks orders.  Seems wrong, somehow, but I can’t put my finger on it.  When I was a little kid, that was just as much a grown up beverage as beer or wine.  I wanted nothing to do with coffee, and to reinforce that, my grandfather would assure me that coffee would, “put hair on your chest.”  I didn’t 100% believe him, but the idea was still unappealing for a little girl, I assure you.  

But we’re here in Seattle, birthplace of Starbucks and reason so many kids have a favorite Frappuccino.  So we had to visit.  Perhaps it was a bit of rebellion, but we both got their signature Pike Place drip coffee.  Plain, unadorned and really, quite good.  It was utterly necessary, though.  I mean, when in Rome, right?  

Anyhow, after that, we took another stroll through Pike Place Market, our Pike Place coffees in hand.  This time, I got a decent photo of the guys throwing the fish.  It’s very silly, and I don’t know if it makes the seafood taste better, but they seem to enjoy tossing the fish about when preparing to wrap it up and complete a sale.  It was cute.  

After that, we headed to a monorail station.  Seattle has a light rail, a monorail and a decent bunch of buses, but the monorail goes from a spot right next to our hotel to the famous Space Needle.  And we had timed entry tickets.  We got to the end of the monorail line and hopped off.  We instantly saw the option to visit the Chihuly Garden and Glass exhibit.  Our Space Needle tickets were actually combo tickets, so we started our adventure with the cool glass sculptures.  We managed to walk in within a few minutes of a free guided tour, and that was very interesting.  Dale Chihuly is an interesting guy, and if you have ever seen a light fixture or a tabletop sculpture out in the world somewhere that looks like a Medusa head full of glass tubes, that’s either him or someone he inspired.  It was a really neat collection, culminating in a “glass house” and a garden.  Everywhere you look, there was interesting blown glass art.  The garden had flowers and grasses interspersed with the art, causing me to wonder about how one gets a job as a gardener there.  Must be pretty competitive.  

After the beautiful glass museum, we stepped into the Museum of Pop Culture.  There was some truly cool stuff- a fragment of a burnt-up-and-smashed Jimi Hendrix guitar, a rhinestone studded James Brown outfit- and there was a lot of stuff I flat didn’t care about.  Cas and I got rid of our cable TV when we moved in together, and I have not kept up with a single Kardashian.  I didn’t find the performance outfits of various pop stars as interesting as I was supposed to, I guess.  It was a cool museum, but a lot of pop culture has passed me by.  I’m fine with that, if you want the truth.  

But the Museum of Pop Culture, was overall pretty interesting, if for no other reason than its unique architecture.  And it closed at five.  Our tickets to the Space Needle were timed at 6:15.  (I tried for a sunset-adjacent time when booking back in Dallas), and there was absolutely nothing to do in between.  We stepped into a food court space, and all but two of the establishments were closed.  We were thinking of a glass of wine to kill time.  We weren’t hungry, and we didn’t feel much like a cup of coffee.  It was puzzling that all of these places designed to serve food were shutting down at or before dinner time.  

So we asked the nice lady at the ticket window of the Space Needle if we could head in early.  Permission granted.  We were up top well before our appointed time, but no worries, we didn’t miss out on a beautiful sunset or anything.  Mostly because the sky was too cloudy for any beautiful sunsets to occur.  We did get to gawk at the skyline and the pretty mountains in the background for a while, though.  It was pretty neat.  

From there, we were kind of running on empty.  We took the monorail back to the neighborhood where our hotel is, and Cas found a nice restaurant where they served us some very yummy dumplings and some nice Jasmine Tea.  It was exactly perfect to round out the day, and we’re all set for another bit of adventure today.  

Oh- today- yeah.  Since our trip started late, Cas called the airline and then spoke with the hotel staff.  We pushed our flight to Friday and added another night on here, so hooray!  We get another day in Seattle!  Which is just fine, because we originally packed for that many days, anyway.  Funny.  

But here we go.  Off for more adventure.  I wonder if there’s a spot around here where I can grab a cup of coffee…

Here, again, are our photos tinyurl.com/DunlapSeattle 

I see food, I eat it

The old joke, of course, is about a seafood diet.  You see food, you eat it.  If you look at this trip so far just in terms of what we’ve eaten, everything came from the water.  Hey, when you’re from someplace that is nearly 300 miles from the gulf coast, you go get seafood when you’re sitting at a table, overlooking the Puget Sound. Yesterday began with a mission to have a the crab omelet at Lowell’s.  They pride themselves in fresh crab, folded into fluffy eggs with some tomato and parmesan to round out the party.  We arrived at the Pike Place Market on a mission to find this delicacy, and on the way, we saw the vendors  and booths, all set up to sell fresh seafood, flowers, produce and other items.  It had the charm of a permanent farmers market, set up by the water.  It was very cool.  We also took a few steps down from there to see the famed gum wall, which was quite disgusting.  We actually didn’t enter the alley space that was coated in chewed bubblegum, but we paused at the entrance to take a photo.  That was plenty, thanks,

We also stopped for a moment back up at the main level of the marketplace to watch the famous fish throwing, but unfortunately, there were too many people in the way for me to get good photos.  Maybe we return today.  

From there, we made our way to the ferry departure point, heading to Bainbridge Island.  It was a very efficient way to get to the island, and when we arrived, we found it charming and welcoming.  We checked out a local winery, walked to a cute bar and grill and shared a salmon burger unlike anything I have ever eaten before, then headed to their art museum for a quick stroll through a few exhibits before hopping the ferry back to Seattle proper.  From there, we started our city bus journey.

Using public transportation in a place you’re visiting gives you a different lay of the land.  When you ride a city bus, you see regular folks, just trying to get to and from work or school or wherever they’re headed.  These are the locals who use this mode of transport every day, and it gives you a different feel for the place.  It’s a juxtaposition- in one moment, you’re craning and standing on your tippy-toes to see a man throwing a fish for the benefit of tourists, and in your next act, you find yourself watching commuters, heads buried in their phones, just trying to get home.  And if you’re lucky enough to travel with Cas, you have someone on your side who is good at planning these things and somehow manages to be in the right place at just the right time.  

When our bus odyssey concluded, we were steps away from Ivar’s. Ivar apparently has many locations in the area, and we were at the one most geographically favorable to Jerone and Sara.  We got there a little early- mostly because that’s when the bus showed up- and we asked for a table for four.  We determined we’d wait at the bar until the rest of our party arrived, and when they did, we apparently miscalculated.  Jerone’s son Alex joined us for dinner.  He got tall when Cas and I weren’t paying attention.  Aside from Alex’s dramatic height change, Jerone and Sara looked exactly the same.  Time has been kind to them- or maybe it’s the Pacific Northwest.  

Again, because of course we did, Cas and I had seafood.  I got a seafood sauté with a little bit of everything in it while Cas had a salmon that was probably swimming near the restaurant that morning.  It was a great meal and a great time to catch up with my old colleagues from my high school teaching days.  They’re both still teaching, working at two different private schools in the area, and still pretty happy to work with kids.  I get it.  

Here’s how the crew looks now- Alex is the obviously super-tall one in the middle…

But that was our Tuesday and the see-food diet we enjoyed.  I think today we are planning a cuppa coffee at the original Starbucks in the morning, and we have our timed entry tickets for the space needle at sunset.  There’s also a few things we have planned in between, but more on that later.  Time to get out of this hotel room and see about some food.  

And once again, here are the photos: tinyurl.com/DunlapSeattle

Top o’ the mornin’ to ya’

We made it!  We got to the airport yesterday with boarding passes that showed no seat assignment.  The flight was overbooked.  They offered compensation to anyone who was willing to make a deal, and that earned Cas and me the aisle seats on the back two rows of the airplane to Salt Lake City.  I was one row ahead of him.  Of course, our original tickets featured us sitting next to each other straight through to Seattle, but at this point, we just opted to get here however we could.  Good news, bad news- I got a lot of my new book read, but the guy behind me was pretty distracting.  

When we got here, we stepped off the airplane and walked to the light rail station.  The whole walk was under a roof, which makes sense given what I understand to be the typical weather around here.  We bought transit passes and boarded the train without presenting them or swiping them in any way.  Felt a lot like we got a free ride.  In Dallas, there was a fare enforcement check on the Silver Line, but in Seattle, we just hopped on with the shiny, new cards in our pockets.  Perhaps we’ll find use for them today.  

It was a long day of travel yesterday, so we were in low power mode- at least, it was Heather and Cas low power mode.  We only walked a few large blocks to get to a rooftop bar where we had a cocktail and a sandwich and saw as much of the sunset as the Pacific Northwest clouds would let us see.  We sat high up, looking out over the water and to the mountains in the background on one side, the Pike Place Market on the other, and enjoyed the view.  When you live in Dallas, you get really excited about places that have natural beauty.  I guess we weren’t alone, because we ended up in the nicest chat with two women from Houston.  Apparently, being from Houston leaves you just as hungry for natural beauty as being from Dallas does.  But that’s the day- it was a long one.  We got back to our room with aspirations for a much more interesting day today.  No layovers, now separate seating- just bouncing around Seattle with my guy.  Here’s a great pic of us at The Nest, which is a rooftop bar with nice cocktails and a good poached tuna sandwich!

It’s almost time to get started today.  It’s St. Patrick’s Day, and in all of the stopping and starting, I somehow forgot to pack a single green thing to wear.  Hope that doesn’t come back to haunt me . We have a ferry ride in the works and a trip to have some extremely authentic Starbucks coffee.  Should be a good one, and this evening, we’ll have a nice dinner with Jerone and his wife Sara.  Hooray! Off to go explore, and top o’ the morning to ya’!  

By the way- here is the photo album I am sure you were anticipating: tinyurl.com/DunlapSeattle 

Lemons to lemonade

So, when you have a weather-related cancellation on a Saturday, there are a couple of things that happen.  First, you are rarely the only one facing that challenge, and second, that throws off other travel well beyond your original flight.  Makes sense- I mean, there was a plane, a pilot and a whole flight crew that didn’t get to Seattle with us, so they were not where the airline planned for them to be on Sunday.  I expect it was a similar situation that left us in Dallas yesterday.  All the folks who missed traveling on Saturday tried for the few flights Sunday- anyhow, here we are, sitting at gate E-13 on a Monday morning.  

It did give us the opportunity to have a beautiful, sunny Sunday to go and play.  We went to old downtown Carrollton and saw a very funny production of Arsenic and Old Lace at Pocket Sandwich Theatre and had a light lunch at the Three Nations Brewing patio.  It was all capped off with a visit to the amazing candy shop that’s located in the downtown square.  Considering we got stuck at home in Dallas for the second day in a row, we certainly made the most of it.  

That leads us to this morning.  We were well prepared for departure when Jeff showed up to drive us to the train station.  We’d had a few days to remember little details we may have otherwise forgotten to pack.  So, lemons have become lemonade, and we’re at the gate.  So far, the digital display near us says everything is on time.  I shall re-cross my fingers just as soon as I finish typing with them.  

Also of note, the DART Silver Line.  That was a slick way to get here.  We left the UTD station at 8:36 am and arrived at our seats here in old E-13 an hour and 15 minutes later.  Not too shabby.  And the train dropped us at the farthest spot from this particular terminal, so we used the airport’s loop tram to get here.  Pretty dang efficient.  Lemonade.  This is now the official, Heather and Cas approved way to get to the airport.  Change approved.  

Here we are, waiting for the train:

And for one more lemons-to-lemonade situation, it got cold in Dallas last night.  It was 36 when we were waiting for the train, and my weather app said it was 46 in Seattle right at that same moment.  And they hadn’t seen the sun rise yet.  So, yeah.  Who would have thought it would be smart to go from Dallas to Seattle in March to warm up?

Anyhow, we’re at our gate and I am skeptically glancing at the “on time” sign with a blend of hope and doubt that I think may be completely understandable at this point.  We’ll check in (hopefully) from the Pacific Northwest, folks!  Wish us luck!  

Seattle by way of Paris

So many pieces have to work seamlessly to get to a place. You have to arrange transportation.  That transportation has to function correctly.  You have to be in the right place at the right time to make it all work.  And if there’s an airport-threatening weather event at your destination, you may as well hang it up.  You could be having the sunniest day on your street in your neighborhood, but if the place you’re headed is not navigable, just stay home.  

That was the case last night.  We were supposed to be leaving our house at 4am to get to the airport and head out of town, but last night, we got a notification that our flight was cancelled.  No worries, we thought- we’ll just take a different flight.  Except that it was so many flights that were cancelled.  There was terrible weather on the way, and nobody in their right mind would land a passenger airplane there.  

Fair enough.  We can take a hint.  We’ll sleep in.  But first- what about Paris?  Cas’ StepDave had a birthday in February, and we gave him a pair of tickets to a show in Paris, Texas on Pi day.  Today.  March 14.  Well, he loved the idea, and was only disappointed that we couldn’t go along.  So we drove to Paris, bought a second set of tickets to the same show, and are coming to you now, live from the Fairfield Inn.  Life is funny, you know?  Tomorrow, we drive back to Dallas in the morning, grab a different (already packed) bag and hop on the DART Silver Line to DFW Airport.  It will be our first experiment with DART to the airport since the new line came into service.  

Then, it’s on to Seattle, where we hope the weather has begin to calm down and cooperate.  But until then, Bonjour, ya’ll.

Origin stories

Every super hero in the movies started somewhere.  Bruce Wayne saw his parents killed as a child and dedicated his adult life to secretly fighting crime dressed in his Batman costume.  Spiderman was bitten by a radioactive spider or something.  There is always a beginning.  There is always a reason why they are who they are.  It's how the archetype works- they all have an origin story.  

But every couple has one, as well.  Some couples meet at work or at school.  Some meet on dating platforms before they meet in person. Some meet in a living room, then at a bar, then at a restaurant, then finally figure it out.  Our radioactive spider, so to speak, is a man named Jerone.  

Say hi to Jerone.

Jerone was a student at Tulane who made friends with a guy named Chad, who is now my brother-in-law.  Jerone was a computer science teacher at WT White High School when I was a teacher there, and at some point, he invited me to a party at his house, no doubt, with the intent to introduce me to the sibling of his college pal.  He saw something that I think it took Cas and me too long to figure out.  I'm sure  that's why he invited both of us to the party, then later to a bar for drinks with a large group, then finally, and probably in total exasperation, to a Cajun-themed restaurant to celebrate his birthday.  

When the tumblers finally clicked into place, Cas and I became inseparable.  Jerone is our origin story.  He's our launch from Krypton.  And he lives in Seattle, Washington, now.  

I told you that to tell you this: Spring break will be in Seattle this year.  We go soon- this coming weekend- and we have a few days afterward to get our lives together- at least together enough to finish out the school year.  

So let's settle in with a cup of Starbucks- maybe grill a little Puget Sound salmon- and head to the Pacific Northwest.  Should be a good time, and as I'm told they say there, it's not raining that hard.  See you there, friends! 

Sunrise, sunset

Surprise!  And good morning from San Diego.  You’re thinking, Wait, aren’t Heather and Cas supposed to be home, now?  Because Heather has to be at work today?  Well, you’re not wrong.  I am supposed to be at work today, but here I still am, in beautiful San Diego.  Our flight was cancelled, I told my boss, and I am pretty sure I’m not fired or anything.  Turns out, a school can run for a day without its librarian.  

Yesterday began with a quick bite at our hotel- we purchased a pair of bananas on the way back to the room the night before so we could move out quickly and get started on the day.  We peeled and ate our breakfast, then checked out, backpacks packed, to head to a coffee shop.  We were taking a bit of a circuitous path to a seafood restaurant that had been recommended to us.  I can now fully recommend Point Loma seafoods.  It’s not a fancy, sit-down spot or anything, but the food is spectacular.  Go for the crab sandwich and some sushi.  Cas commented that it may have been his first actual California Roll in California, with fresh crab.  That’s when we checked in on the American Airlines app.  The plane we were supposed to get on yesterday was supposed to travel from somewhere I didn’t catch to Dallas to San Diego, then back to Dallas.  It apparently didn’t make it to Dallas that first time, cancelling the two flights that came after.  We kept getting delays- an hour, then a half hour then another hour.  We remained hopeful, but in the end, the whole darn thing was cancelled.  

Cas and I went to the airport to see what we could do about getting home in a reasonable timeframe- they actually rebooked us to fly to Phoenix early this morning and then from there to Dallas after a very long layover.  Cas was trying to fix it so we could get home in one fell swoop, and maybe get a spot to sleep in the meantime.  The series of delays kind of pushed us so late in the day that there were no more options for Sunday at all, and of course, a whole airplane full of people were all looking for a way home.  When we got to the counter to speak with a representative, I am sure we were the latest in a series of frustrated folks, and I am sure Cas and I were none too pleasant when she told us there wasn’t much she could do, nor was there any way the airline would provide us with a hotel room.  That last part was the record scratch that put Cas off.  The representative said it was a weather related cancellation, and in such cases, the airline wasn’t responsible.  We were standing there on a sunny day wondering how the weather was problematic.  Apparently, weather three stops away is also somehow our problem.  Great.  

Needless to say, we were both frustrated.  But in the end, we booked for a flight this evening straight through to Dallas with a plan to fly standby earlier, if possible.  This morning, Cas actually checked the app again and found us two spots on an also-delayed flight, so we’ll try for that.  Maybe we see Dallas before lunchtime.  Maybe not.  But the hotel is nice, and we did have one heck of a view before we climbed into the freshly made bed.  

See you back in Dallas! 

(I hope!) 

Any way the wind blows

Sometimes, you plan a trip down to the last detail.  Sometimes, you let a tour company tell you where to go.  Sometimes, like this weekend, you just go where the wind takes you.  We did book two things when we were still in landlocked Dallas, but they were things that were likely to sell out before we arrived here.  Everything else, we figured out on the fly or by the recommendations of others.  Yesterday morning, we had breakfast by walking around the twice-a-week Farmers Market that this city holds in Little Italy.  We found a stand that was selling the best fresh squeezed orange juice and Italian lemonade either of us can remember having.  With our beverages in hand, we found a spot that had flaky, French pastries.  I ended up with a croissant muffin that somehow had raspberry jam in it.  Cas had a similarly flaky pastry, also stuffed with a fruit jam.  Wow.  We sat on the outer rim of a pretty fountain and ate our treats while the water behind us arced into the waiting pool below.  We took one more stroll down a different row of vendors, and found ourselves walking back to the hotel carrying a pair of empanadas.  We had to stop at a 7-11 for a few bottles of water, though.  Somehow, there is never water for sale at farmers markets.  Note for future Heather and Cas adventures- take your own water to a farmers market.  

We finished our amazing breakfast, took a bottle of water with us and hit the city bus for our trip to the world renowned San Diego Zoo.  Now, we had some muscles in our backs, abdomens, shoulders and legs that wanted us to remember how much fun we had the day before, rowing a kayak in the ocean.  Hey, that’s no joke.  Kayaks in the ocean aren’t as easy to maneuver as kayaks on calm, Dallas lakes.  Regardless, we knew there would be lots of walking around, and we tried to mentally prepare ourselves for it while we sat on the air conditioned bus.  The tickets to get into the zoo are pretty pricey, but when you visit, there are things inside that seem like add-ons, but they are included with the ticket price.  There’s a guided tour bus so you can have a lap around the grounds while an expert tells you what’s where.  There’s a gondola on a cable that crosses the sky over the grounds so you can float above it all and gaze down at the people and other animals.  And surprisingly, there are concessions available, but the snack Cas and I had was not stupidly expensive.  It did cost more than it should, to be sure, but typical zoo pricing did not apply.  

We had a good time there.  The elephants were pretty active, the hippos were impressively large and the camels were lumpy.  The lions were actually walking around when we went by, but we were told that it was near feeding time, and that gets them up and about.  Heck, one of the koalas was awake- and they allegedly sleep 22 hours a day.  The odds were ever in our favor!  Except for the whole panda situation.  The San Diego Zoo is one of the few places in the US where you may actually see a Giant Panda.  The other is Washington DC.  When we arrived at the zoo yesterday, we scanned the QR code at the gate that said it would let you grab some timed entry tickets and see these guys, but since we arrived just after noon, there were none left for the day.  When we walked by the Panda enclosure, there was a line for the timed ticket holders, then there was a standby line.  There were a few hundred people in the flippin’ standby line.  I love a good peek at a strange creature as much as the next kid, but dang.  We shook our heads and kept walking.  Maybe next time.  

We checked out a few more zoo things, saw grizzly bears and polar bears, peered in at some exotic birds and two different kinds of flamingoes, and somehow, saw a wedding party.  The bride and groom were still dressed from the ceremony, and all I can figure is that this couple really, really loved the zoo.  I hope they got to see the pandas…  

But the clock was winding down on our zoo adventure.  For the record, my step counter says yesterday featured a vacation-esque high of 18,416 steps.  It was clearly time to sit and relax.  Hello, again, bus ride.  They have some decent buses in this town, and the drivers were quite friendly.  Heck, everyone we’ve met in San Diego has been friendly.  We got back to our home base and got ready for the sunset sail.  Before we left Dallas, I booked the kayak and snorkel trip, and Cas booked this.  The sunset sail was for six people, and the man at the helm was Captain Billy.  He was clearly cut out for this line of work.  He loves sailing- takes great joy in moving sails about and turning tight corners to cut across waves.  He sees it as a great personal failing if the winds are good, but you’re running the motor anyway.  It was a very cool trip.  We shared our space with a family of four.  They were an Indian couple who emigrated to San Francisco years ago, where they had their two kids- both in college, now, and both on the boat with us.  The father was celebrating his fiftieth birthday.  The four of them spent most of the pre-sunset time at the front of the boat, sitting near the bow.  I hope they were having the best time, because when they were sitting near us, the 20-year-old boy was staring down at his phone like his neck muscles and tendons had been severed.  

The sunset was gorgeous, though, and Captain Billy mercifully had blankets on board.  Cas and I packed like we were headed to a southern city in July and August.  Nobody mentioned that the water cools it all down.  Especially after sunset.  Live and learn.  

When the sailing adventure came to an end and the sun had set, we had to give the blankets back,  That set us up to be truly appreciative of the Uber ride we sprang for back to the main drag where we were going to have a nice dinner.  Since we’re staying in the Little Italy section of town, an Italian dinner seemed like the right plan.  We ended up at a spot with truly tasty pasta dishes- we had a bottle of red wine, and I ordered a very fancy ravioli.  Cas got their lasagne.  We each ate half of what was in front of us, then switched plates.  It was all extremely good, and we probably ate more than we should have.  And that brings us around to today.  We have a flight home in the afternoon, and we still have one item on our San Diego to-do list unchecked.  We have to try some sushi.  Cas has a recommendation from Captain Billy for a spot where the fish is so fresh you’ll wonder if there’s a guy with a pole out back, catching them as you order.  Then we go home.  And back to work tomorrow for me.  I doubt I will be terribly energetic for the first day back, but I’ll have a nice weekend trip to daydream about during team building exercises.  See you back in Dallas!  

Helmets and waivers

When Cas and I were just starting out on our journey as a couple, we spent one glorious summer going on dates.  So many dates.  Sometimes, we went on two dates a day.  I’m annoyingly into fairness and equity, so I insisted that I pay for half of the dates.  I was also a teacher with a whole darn house all to myself, which meant I had a whole darn mortgage all to myself.  Needless to say, I found lots of things to do on Groupon.  It was a time when every adventure was available there, at a discount.  These days, all I seem to find on Groupon are salon services and oil changes, but that first summer of Heather and Cas took us on an outdoor ropes course, a trapeze, some go-karts- lots of things that required a helmet, the signing of a waiver or both.  It became a joke with both my family and his.  One year for Cas’ birthday, my mother presented him with a helmet of his own, as she had surmised he was often wearing one when going out with me.  At our wedding reception, Cas’ brother Chad presented us with a pair of waivers to sign during his toast.  Needless to say, we developed a reputation as a helmet-wearing, waiver-signing couple.  Now, whenever we are presented with helmets and waivers, we get a good laugh out of it and gleefully sign away.  Yesterday, we got to do it again.  In fact, as we checked in at the desk of the kayak tour place, we were directed to scan a QR and sign a waiver before they even really talked to us.  

With that done, we marched to the back of the strip mall location and were issued wetsuits, snorkel masks, flippers, life vests and… yep.  Helmets.  I mean, we were so darn geared up.  Also, not many people in the world can really pull off the wetsuit look.  Cas and I were both pretty happy when we peeled them off three hours later.  But the gear was a good idea.  The wetsuits were immediately necessary when our kayak flipped and we were dumped out into the chilly water.  San Diego is so much cooler than you expect Southern California to be in July.  The water is quite invigorating, to say the least.  We were given a couple kayak.  We’ve always kayaked in solo boats, but this place had us paired up.  The staff pushes your boat out to the water, you hop in, and they shove you through the waves.  Unless you fall out, then they let you hop back in and give it another try.  Yep.  We fell out.  I guess that was for the best, because after that, we were all good.  But I saw the utility of the helmet at that point- though the kayak didn’t hit me in the head while flipping, it really could have.  

But we rowed to a series of caves on the side of some steep, stone cliffs.  We hopped out of our kayak and we snorkeled.  Cas loves snorkeling, and I have tried to get more into it.  I enjoy looking around under water, but I spend a lot of time trying to get used to breathing the right way, and I live in constant fear that my marginal swimming skills won’t suffice.  Is 50 too old to take swimming lessons?  Question for another day.  But I kept my life vest on and bobbed around, occasionally sticking my face into the water.  It was pretty cool, and it had the benefit of being less nerve-racking than trying to pretend I was some kind of pro.  But that was pretty evident when I struggled to get back into the kayak.  Oof.  I was not the most graceful in that one.  I had to get one of the guides to help shove me back up into the boat.  So also on my list with the swimming lessons, maybe we do a little upper body strength training.  Pulling my wetsuit-clad body out of the water, using the strength of my arms is not as easy as everyone else made it look.  I was properly embarrassed by my inability, but on the bright side, only one of the people who saw me look dumb trying to do it is going home with me at the end of this trip, and he likes me enough not to judge.  

We rounded out the day by having something that basically amounted to deconstructed sushi spread over some kind of fried wonton chip.  It was as confusing as it was delicious.  It was also perfect, as we really needed to sit down, have a bite and rest after that much rowing.  When we were sufficiently relaxed, we decided to take a city bus for a while, then hop off at a spot called Old Town.  We ended up at an outdoor plaza where a Mexican-style band played everything from Margaritaville to Credence.  We stayed for a tune or two, then hopped on a light rail train that deposited us in Little Italy, where we got back to our hotel.  I was pretty tired or wearing a swimsuit under my clothes, and I think Cas was glad to get into some regular shorts.  It was getting kind of close to dinner time, and that wasn’t far off of bed time.  We kind of used up all the energy we had on the kayak adventure, and this morning, we have some muscles reminding us that we did something completely different than usual yesterday.  When we got back into regular clothes, we went out for tacos and margaritas, then we came back to the hotel and flopped on the mattress.  Big day.  

Today, we have a sunset cruise to do later, but I think we may start out at the farmers market for a bite.  Still not sure what else happens today.  We’ve had several ideas, but we’ll decide after we eat.  But seriously- check out these helmets.  

Sparkles

After we checked into our hotel last night, we took off to have a drink on a rooftop.  There was a very cool rooftop bar in San Diego’s Little Italy neighborhood where we were able to position ourselves just right to watch the sun setting over the water while we sipped mojitos.  So far, I have been impressed by the little fraction of this city we’ve managed to see.  The bartender who made our mojitos was very nice, and there was a customer at another table who was really friendly.  After the sun had set, the temperature got to be a little low for rooftop breezes by the water.  It seems strange to think that way- when we boarded our airplane under 24 hours ago, our phone’s weather apps told us it was 100 degrees outside at the DFW International Airport.  Now, we’re wondering if we should have brought some long sleeved shirts.  

But from the rooftop bar, we walked through Little Italy a bit.  Our stroll took us to a wine bar, where we had a glass of Prosecco.  We have a thing we do involving successful flights and sparking wine.  It goes back nine years, now.  When we did the hot air balloon ride in the Australian Outback, the operator of that balloon served everyone a glass of sparkling wine when we landed.  He explained that it was how you celebrate a successful flight.  We have since expanded that out to other flights.  We did i-fly indoor skydiving and followed with sparkles.  We bungee jumped in New Zealand and followed that with sparkles, and every time we leave an airport, we seem to find some kind of sparkling wine.  The thing with balloons must be real, too, because the hot air balloon in Albuquerque ended with the operator serving sparkling wine in the park where he landed the balloon.  Successful flight.  This trip for us was no different than usual.  Successful flight?  Sparkles.  

We were both pretty tired when we finished our Prosecco.  We had been up late on Wednesday night and early on Thursday morning, two time zones from where we are now.  It was not difficult at all to get to sleep.  But this morning, we were up early enough to hit one of the funkiest breakfast spots in this part of town.  Morning Glory has inventive dishes, fancy coffees and again, very friendly staff.  The girl who served us was spotted with tattoos and dripping with earrings.  She made some extremely welcome and very good menu recommendations, and we really enjoyed our breakfast.  I ordered something called Soufflé Pancakes and Cas got this thing that was basically like a calzone that had been pulled open and cooked.  It was filled with two cheeses, garlic, butter, an egg, bacon and jalapeño.  It was very yummy and pretty confusing.   

Today, we’re gearing up for our snorkeling and kayaking adventure.  Cas and I have done both before, but usually, when we kayak, we have our own boats.  This time, apparently, we’re getting a two-person boat.  Years ago on the Rio Grande, we were informed by a guide that couples boats lead to divorce, but I think we’re solid enough as a couple to make a go of it.  I mean, we both rowed a bit for each other already this summer on our Paris trip.  

But that’s for me to tell about later.  We have to go have the adventures before we can tell you all about them.  So off we go.  Wish us luck- let’s hope our marriage can sustain the blow of a couples boat!

Catch of the day

We took off a little late, so we landed a little behind schedule.  That put dinner at around 5 pm San Diego time, which is 7 in Dallas.  Oh- by the way- we’re in San Diego.  Also of note, we had a nice brunch this morning and were sort of planning to have a late lunch on the West coast.  Chalk that up to an early dinner that we were good and hungry for.  

It’s the last real weekend of my summer break- Cas has one more week of freedom that I don’t get.  Hey, public schools, am I right?  But I never have to wear a suit or a necktie, so I guess it all balances out.  We decided to wrap up this summer and launch into our back-to-school time with a quick weekend away.  Neither of us has ever been to San Diego, and it was on the list of American cities we’d like to see.  We kind of checked where we could fly to and sleep without spending too much, and this time, San Diego won.  We got here, grabbed our backpacks from underneath the seats in front of us and got on a city bus that took us to the neighborhood where our hotel is.  

The thing was, the bus deposited us right next to the water where there were restaurants, lots of boats and a maritime museum.  Oh, and it was 7pm Dallas time, and we were hungry.  We took a chance, walked in the first place we saw (I mean, there were tables on a balcony over the water, so what choice did we have?) and asked the waiter for a recommendation.  Seafood seemed like the right thing, as we were right there, looking at the water while we dined.  One seafood fondue and a catch of the day later, and we felt like San Diego was the right choice.  Also, when a waiter has a favorite thing at a restaurant, it’s usually a good call because he has usually eaten everything they serve.  He recommended the catch  of the day, which was a salmon topped with a grilled shrimp, served over a seafood risotto.  We believed him.  Also, if you are in a spot where you could drop your fork and it may land in the ocean, maybe get the catch of the day.  It’s probably pretty fresh.  

But that was dinner, and from there, we made our way to the hotel.  We actually ate with our backpacks stuffed under the table.  Second time we jammed them in a tight spot in front of our feet today, as it turns out.  After we paid the check, it was time to deposit the backpacks.  So we’re checked in.  On tonight’s agenda is sunset on the water.  Not sure what else- honestly it was a long day.  

While we’re here, we scheduled exactly two things to do, and we’re just going to play the rest by ear.  We have a sunset cruise to take and a kayaking/snorkeling adventure to go on.  It should be good.  Here we go!  

Home again, home again

I have been home long enough to sleep in my own bed, shower in my own bathroom, eat a bacon cheeseburger and have a margarita.  We’re back to having home field advantage for the rest of the summer.  I know how to get around, what foods I like, where to go and how the local currency works.  We came in for a relatively smooth landing at DFW, and Jeanne and Dave were there to greet us.  I am so glad all seven of us were together for the first part of the trip, just as I am glad Cas and I split off and did our own thing for the second part.  Both things were pretty great, but it is  just generally easier to find a restaurant with a table for two available.  

I’ve picked up the mail from my dad, checked in on my brothers and hugged on any and all available folks named Hinds in the Dallas area.  It’s good to be home.  But we’re already starting to plan and scheme.  Next summer will mark the ten-year point for this travel blog, which means it will be ten years from the day I sat down and blogged about my wedding in Fiji.  So a tenth wedding anniversary is about a year and a month away, give or take a few days.  Something for a tenth anniversary is in order.  Who knows.  We’re open to suggestion…  I have never been to Germany.  We were thinking of something in Eastern Europe.  Maybe we head to Quebec?  I hear there’s some really cool stuff to see in Japan.  South America was neat.  

But for the meantime, we have a ninth anniversary to celebrate, a Fourth of July to enjoy, and the remainder of our summer break to play with.  

So, until Heather and Cas ride again, I bid you adieu.  

Also, mind the gap.

Here are our photos: tinyurl.com/dunlap-pl

What’s a Bard?

When you pack up some fruit and cheese and a bottle of wine and head to the Samuel-Grand park in Dallas during the summer, it’s invariably to go see Shakespeare in the Park.  We’ll most certainly do that when we get back to our regularly scheduled Texas summer.  But before they begin the show, someone from the Shakespeare Dallas organization gets up and explains how a bard is a storyteller.  There’s a consistent call-and-response thing that has happened in every show I have attended.  He says something to the general effect of, “And Shakespeare is often called the Bard…”  The audience out on the lawn shouts back, “What’s a bard?”  So let me tell you what he would say next.  

A bard is a storyteller.  

Yesterday, we went to the hometown of the bard of all bards.  The grand-bard of them all.  The third child of a glove maker and a farmer’s daughter, William Shakespeare.  We went on the second of our scheduled day trips from London, this time, to Stratford-upon-Avon, the Cotswolds and Oxford.  Wow.  Stratford was very cool.  We only had enough time to tour the house where Shakespeare was born and raised, then we had to head to the next destination.  We actually grabbed a sandwich after the self-guided tour and ate it on the bus, as we didn’t want to kill time in a restaurant.  The next two stops were the ones that, if I were in charge of the tour company, I would cut out of the tour.  I would have the guide drive by, make a little commentary, and preserve the time for one of the other two locations.  We went through the Cotswolds.  What’s a Cotswolds?  Well, it’s not a bard.  I kid- it’s just a really pretty, picturesque part of England.  The houses are all made of the locally available materials, which means they’re all in a blonde-ish stone.  Frankly, I could have used more time either in Stratford or in Oxford.  

Ooh, and Oxford- we got there at 4:30 and everything closes at 5.  That’s one of the reasons I would have chopped out the Cotswolds from this tour.  There’s a great science museum that was closed, but if it were open, they somehow had Albert Einstein’s chalkboard where he used to do complicated equations.  There were innumerable libraries for the multitudes of universities, all of which looked cool from the outside, and none of which let us in after 4:45.  Behold, Cas trying to get into a door labeled Geometry and Arithmetic: 

Yeah- 30 more minutes in Stratford and another 45 or more in Oxford.  Regardless, we did hit up some really great spots.  There are lots of places that claim to be the oldest pub in England, and we went to one that, of those claimants, is still the third from the oldest. Nobody holds the official title, because no one can prove it.  Regardless, The Porch House was established in 947 AD.  It’s in a spot called Stow-on-the-Wold in the Cotswolds.  I got a pint of the trademark “warm” British beer, meaning it’s a cask beer where the draft is pulled from underground wine-cellar-temperature casks.  Had to try it.  Honestly, that was not my favorite, but it was pretty authentic.  

For a stop I would remove if I were the tour organizer, it was a nice perk.  Beyond that, we really enjoyed Oxford, and the trip back to London was pretty swift from there.  We had a dinner at a Thai restaurant.  In fact, when we mentioned where we planned to eat, the tour guide changed his drop-off plans.  Our dinner pick was right around the corner from the spot where his company parks their buses overnight.  We basically went back to the tour company’s mothership.  

All in all, the day was wonderful.  We did feel rushed in parts, but the things we did see were pretty great.  We stopped at a gift shop on our way back to the hotel and picked up our souvenir refrigerator magnet.  This one is a red, double-decker bus.  It’s a little token that could start either of us telling stories…. You know, like a bard.

Here are our photos: tinyurl.com/dunlap-pl

The modern and the not-so-modern

We’re on the road again.  Cas and I are back with our pals on The English Bus, having boarded back at our hotel after our French-seeming breakfast of quiche and a chocolate croissant.  Maybe its proximity to France that lets English bakeries do such a good job with French pastries.  

But as our journey to the Cotswolds, Oxford and Stratford upon Avon starts, I can get into the day we had yesterday.  It began with a few items left to check off of our London bucket list. First, we headed to the Globe Theatre.  The current Globe Theatre is apparently the third one of its kind, having been lovingly reconstructed by bard superfan Sam Wanamaker.  They still do plays at this theatre, and they still offer the standing-room seats that, in Shakespeare’s time, went to folks affectionately called the “groundlings.” 

It was a very cool tour, and our guide for that one was as charming as she was pleasant.  Just in case we were feeling a little too historic, though, the next stop on our journey was the Tate Modern, London’s own modern art museum. Man, there’s some really weird stuff in there.  No- for real.  An employee of the museum even said so, as did our tour guide just this morning.  Apparently, any Londoner you ask can assure you that the collection at the Tate Modern is “weird,”  I absolutely agree.  

We spent a little bit of time exploring the art that was free to view, opting not to engage in the ticketed attractions.  We didn’t intend to stay long enough to make tickets worthwhile- there was plenty of weird art to see for free.  We saw some work by Salvador Dali, a bit of Andy Warhol’s handiwork, and some decidedly stranger things. There was the inexplicable canvas with little beads glued on in piles, with each bead-pile crowned by a plastic eyeball from a toy doll.  That was properly strange.  We saw the enormous sculpture of the spider that had to be placed in a central space with a tall ceiling.  Of course, there were things that were slightly more traditional- paintings and such, but certainly, everything was modern. 

When we left there, it was time to find some really good Indian food.  Cas had a restaurant all picked out and a backup plan in case the place didn’t look good when we got there.  Everything was wonderful. We had samosas, a chicken dish and some very yummy garlic naan bread.  There were four people near us, one of whom was filming every single thing that happened.  He filmed as the waitress poured beer in a glass.  He filmed as a woman seated at the table scrolled on her phone.  He filmed as the food arrived.  Not knowing why, I decided they must be the stars of a reality show I was inventing in my head called “Three boring Brits go to restaurants.”   I’m sure my imaginary show will be cancelled after half a season and replaced with a baking show.  The waitress told us what the filming was all about after the table was cleared and the four people were filming their way down the street- I feel like it was maybe a beer commercial?   I honestly didn’t care enough to follow up.  We were just glad  they left and took their camera with them. 

Our final destination to check the last item off our London bucket list was Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese.  While there is great debate about which pub is the oldest, and I’m sure it will rage on long after we’re tucked into our bed in Dallas, the pub we visited was on a site that has housed a pub since 1538. We were in a building that went up in 1667, though if you walk down underground a but, you’ll find a bar inside a 13th century Carmelite Monastery.  I asked the manager, and he said there are something like 20 rooms in the pub, and though it wasn’t open for seating right then, he invited us to visit the room that Charles Dickens most liked to sit in- we even spotted his favorite seat.  We probably spent as much time at Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese as we did at the Tate Modern- and each spot was a museum of sorts, but unsurprisingly, the hospitality was better at the pub.  

After that, we were kid of over being in crowded spaces and jockeying for position on sidewalks, so we hopped into a tube station and made our way back to the hotel, by way of a grocery store where we could grab some snacks for today’s bus adventure. 

It’s our last full day in England today.  We’re leaving tomorrow afternoon, and through the miracle of time zones, we’ll arrive home the same day.  We’re about half an hour away from Stratford upon Avon right now, so we’ll get into that later.  

For now, here is a photo of me and Cas drinking pints of cider in a bar tucked into a 13th century Carmelite Monastery.  Because of course we did…

And here’s the photo album: tinyurl.com/dunlap-pl

Float on

It was Monday yesterday, and that must have been the reason our dinner cruise on the Thames wasn’t absolutely bursting at the seams with people.  There was a row of empty tables for two next to the row of tables where Cas and I were seated.  Don’t worry, though, the assembled clientele was still very, very loud.  There was one Frenchman in particular who could have communicated with the whole room without a microphone.  We got on and started with a glass of champagne, followed by a smoked salmon appetizer.  There was a tomato basil soup, then a nice roasted chicken in red wine sauce with potatoes and vegetables.  Tatties, but no neeps.  Whew.  

Desert was a tiramisu, then we were off.  We grabbed our wine glasses and headed up top to enjoy the open air, let the wind blow our hair back and take a few really great photos of the Tower Bridge, illuminated at night.  It was kind of cool, knowing where we had walked earlier in the day and sailing under it.  

The crew was pleasant and accommodating, the on-board entertainment was pretty good and the meal was very nice.  Unfortunately for me and Cas, we’ve got unrealistically high expectations about dining while floating on famous rivers, but that can’t be helped.  The dinner cruise on the Seine was certainly not something you can just book through Viator or Trip Advisor.  On the Thames, there was no Dom Perignon, no amuse bouche and no Michelin-starred chef preparing the chicken.  In spite of that, we did manage to have a good time.  

We’re off today for a trip to Shakespeare’s Globe, the Tate Modern and some Indian food, fingers crossed.  It’s another self-styled, choose your own adventure day, and we’re off in a big city to see what we can see.  I’ll fill you in on the details later.

Here’s our photo album: tinyurl.com/dunlap-pl

We came, we saw, we hopped back on

The thing about a hop-on-hop-off bus is that you usually know exactly what you’re signing up for.  You’ll typically get a pair of really crummy earbuds that won’t stay in your ears.  You’ll have to plug those into a thingamajig right in front of your seat, and it is almost always set to the English language.  It certainly was today.  We bought tickets and hopped on, getting a little background information while we traveled from the London Eye to the Tower Bridge.  That’s where we hopped off for a look at a very fancy bridge.  We got tickets for our self-guided bridge tour, walking up one tower, across a pedestrian part at the top and into the other tower.  It was a very cool bridge, and there was certainly a lot to learn about how it was constructed.  They had displays about the men who had to dive down in the river wearing elaborate gear to build the foundational parts of the bridge before the actual towers went up.  There were pieces that explained the functionality of the original steam engine that operated the drawbridge function.  It was all very interesting.  Of course, I lost Cas for a moment at an old map of London.  He had to stop and ask the employee about the map, and as it turns out, his instinct was spot on.  The map was apparently one of the first ones made to represent London as a version of its modern self.  

After we left the Tower Bridge, we made our way past the Tower of London to the dock where the included 30 minute trip on the Thames took off.  It was also quite informative, though this time, the information came courtesy of an actual human who talked about the various buildings, the many bridges we went under and the very river we were traveling on.  That was an interesting little mini-cruise, and for added fun, there was a waiter who brought out drinks.  Don’t mind if we do. It was actually a sunny day, and it was just a little warm with no shade trees around.  

When we got off the boat, we stopped for lunch.  It was a kind of self-styled tapas lunch, as we just selected three appetizers and made a nice meal of them.  We were a bit hungry, but we didn’t want to over-eat.  We have our dinner cruise on the Thames this evening.  

After our light lunch, we hopped back on a bus and took it all the way to Buckingham Palace, learning about Fleet Street, Cleopatra’s Needle, MI-5, The Shard- you name it, if it was part of the pre-recorded audio, we learned it.  And we’ll probably forget about 90% of it.  But hey, some retention is better than none.  We were on a mission, though, to see the unflappable palace guards in their red jackets and fuzzy hats.  Check and check.  They were pretty far away from us, but there they were, immobilized by duty and tradition, as any good palace guard should be.  At that point, we really lacked the time for the full tourist experience, mostly, because we were kind of sweaty, and we want to be clean and presentable for our fancy-ish dinner.  We hopped into an underground station, took one train to another and came back to our room.  It’s nice to cool down a little after the day we had.  It was wonderful, sure, but it was a little warm.  What am I taking about- a week from now, we’ll be back in Dallas and today’s London temps will seem like a dream.  I mean, the high was 80 today.  We were just moving around a lot in the sunshine.  Regardless, 80 or higher, you want to get a little dolled up for a fancy dinner, right?  I know I do.  I have the best date a girl could get on this or any body of water, so I had better get to it and comb my hair.  I’ll tell you all about the dinner cruise in the morning.  For now, here’s a really fun photo of us on the glass part of the walkway between the two towers of Tower Bridge.  The employee there assured us that each panel of glass could hold five tons, though he didn’t specify if that was metric or standard.  I think Cas and I would have been in the clear, either way.

Here, again, are our photos: tinyrul.com/dunlap-pl

Smashing! Brilliant! British as heck!

There were about a dozen times yesterday where Cas and I did something, and I thought, “This is so British!”  

Let’s pop ‘round to the pub for a pint and have a chat about it, shall we?  

Cas and I got up in the morning and headed to a spot that promised good brunch.  He ordered something called Red Eggs, which were basically scrambled eggs, spiced with a sauce that was red in color, and I ordered bubble and squeak.  It’s called that because of the sounds it makes while cooking.  There are sausages that fry up, causing the bubbling and/or squeaking of cabbage, potatoes or whatever vegetable you add.  This one was a brunch dish, so there was a fried egg crowning the whole affair.  It was a good way to start the day.  Full disclosure: We got a later than usual start because we had no commitment until the afternoon.  It was actually great to start with brunch rather than a rapid pastry and coffee in a paper cup while racing to the first bit of adventure.  Now, I don’t mind hustling, but yesterday was a nice change of pace.  

With the bubble and squeak out of the way, we made our way to Waterloo bridge.  That’s where we caught the red, double-decker bus.  Cas mapped out which local route would take us where we wanted to head next, so with that information, we hopped on a tall, red bus, climbed to the top and sat as it rolled over the Thames on a bridge named after a British military victory over the French.  

I know, right?  

When it was time to get off the bus, we were in the West End district.  We had tickets to a play at the Noel Coward Theatre.  We walked in and pre-ordered our intermission drinks- a very smart accommodation the theatre makes- then headed to our seats.  The play we saw was called The Comedy About Spies, and it was one of the funniest things either Cas or I had seen in ages.  I won’t give the plot away, but there are Americans, Brits, Russians and one self-important actor, all at a hotel at the height of the Cold War, and tremendous intrigue ensues.  When intermission came, we followed a column of people to the bar area, where our pre-ordered and pre-paid drinks were waiting.  I showed a receipt and said my name, and Bob’s your uncle, the nice attendant handed me two glasses of prosecco.  Lovely jubbly.  

The play was a matinee, and we did, in fact, get out in time to see some of the performance by the London Symphony Orchestra.  We were near the back because we walked in just as the performance was beginning.  Had we shown up hours earlier, we may have scored a seat, but we wandered in to standing room only.  It was fine, but I am not a tall woman.  Every time someone in front of me shifted or moved, though, I saw something different.  I scooched past the really tall guy to see the violin section.  I shifted over to one side of the lady with the rather large bun in her hair and saw a drummers banging away.  Someone decided to leave, and that’s when I saw cellos and basses.  I watched as all their arms moved in unison.  All those bows gliding across all those strings at the same moment.  The song took a turn for the more energetic.  The music became more rapid.  Just when that happened, I literally saw a bumblebee in front of me.  It was flitting around from one person’s head to the next, and none of the people seemed aware of its presence.  The erratic flight path and the frenetic music kind of belonged together.  We walked away after just one song, because standing at the way-back wasn’t great, but I was chuffed to bits that we wandered into the once-a-year free outdoor LSO performance.  

The next thing on our list was a bit of food.  We decided to pop ‘round to a pub for a pint or two, have a look at the menu and see if any of them might serve fish and chips.  Cas had a cider and I had a beer.  

We shared a fish and chips, and I even tried the mushy peas they seem to consistently place on these plates.  They did have the decency to put it in a little cup on the side, so as not to upset Cas.  That was kind.  The pub just looked right.  It was full of dark furniture and there was wood flooring.  There were taxidermied animals on the walls, and we sat next to a non-working fireplace where the mantle was dotted with old books, tchotchkes and a broken clock.  Fancy a pint?  I thought so.  

Cas had located an art display he wanted to check out after our pub adventure.  It was a very, very large room, open on a few sides for people to just walk in off the street, and the walls were covered in moving images.  Different artists designed different experiences for the visitors.  We walked in to a mountain scene on all sides, and it turned into several other scenes.  There was a massive Tetris game that allowed seven viewers at a time to participate.  There was a “shower of emojis” There were cartoonish things, things that looked like moving paintings- a few photorealistic items.  It was in constant flux.  We stood a while, sat a while, took it in a while, then decided to head back to our hotel via the tube.  

The public transportation in London has gotten easier, too, as you no longer need to purchase a ticket or anything like that.  You can use the Apple Pay or Google Pay or Samsung Pay feature on your phone.  If you have a credit card attached to your phone, you can just aim the phone at the payment card reader and you’re on.  You just paid the fare by waving a phone at it.  Makes you feel like a character in a sci-fi story.  

We picked up some Jaffa Cakes, which are basically little, flat rectangles of sponge cake topped with jam and dark chocolate, and we had a few of those when we returned to our room and called our dads.  And by a few, I mean the whole package.  Yeah, we can’t have Jaffa Cakes around- they disappear too fast.  

So it was the most British day we could conjure up.  Today, we plan to take a tourist bus around the city and see what there is to learn that way, then we’ll cap off the day with a dinner cruise on the Thames, which we booked back in Dallas.  Should be smashing!  

More to come…

And here are our photos: tinyurl.com/dunlap-pl

Perspective about age…

Seriously, don’t mess with a good thing. Yesterday morning, I stepped out to grab breakfast while Cas was wrapping up in the shower.  We have a pattern of behavior for trips that typically involves me showering first.  I got ready in the flashiest of flashes so I ran out to that amazing coffee shop and stepped back into our hotel room with two pastries and two coffees, returning to one appreciative husband.  When you find something that works, be it an order of morning operations or a good bakery that makes excellent coffee, stick with it.  

Yesterday was our trip out to Stonehenge, Bath and a *secret location* to be revealed later.  We stepped out onto the street in front of our hotel right at our scheduled pickup time, then we were off.  Cara was our guide today, and in addition to being born and raised in Bath, she is currently a Londoner with a bundle of energy and a lot of information.  Cas selected this tour and our upcoming one on Wednesday, and for them, he used a company called “The English Bus,” which appears to be a small company with very nice, well appointed vans, capable of transporting 16 passengers to different places while remaining relatively nimble in traffic.  We hopped in and found a pair of seats together, listened to Cara’s enthusiastic introduction (including her peppering of facts and information about things in London as we passed them) and headed to Stonehenge.  It’s a nearly two hour drive there, but something about the van trip let me and Cas nod off a while.  We had brought along iPads for doing crossword puzzles and reading ebooks, but falling asleep easily on different modes of transportation may be my best superpower.  I do believe Cas got a few chapters in, but I think he nodded off a bit, too.  We got to Stonehenge and were directed on how to board a shuttle from their visitors’ center to the stones themselves, then we were off.  We walked up, stood in front of the ancient arrangement of stones and took it in.  I don’t get it, and that doesn’t exactly put me in the minority.  Is it a tribute?  A relic left by prehistoric aliens?  A religious monument?  Or, as Cas surmised, a set of toy blocks left in mid-play by a giant, prehistoric, Druid toddler?  It was as majestic as it was inexplicable.  How?  And why?  The stones are enormous.  They are not native to the region, so someone deliberately chose those stones elsewhere and transported them to the English countryside, cut them to the shapes they are, and stacked them.  What in heaven’s name for?  Nobody will ever really know.  But they’re weird, and so, we make pilgrimages to stare and scratch our heads and puzzle over them.  We look at them because they are there.  Apparently, too, Cas and I look at them because they are big rocks.  We looked at Uluru days before our wedding.  The next year, we gazed up at the stones of Meteora.  We hiked to the top of Barn Bluff in Red Wing, Minnesota and peered to the bottom of the Grand Canyon.  We walked among the stone walls and doors of Machu Picchu.  We’ll go look at rocks.  Naturally occurring or arranged by man, logical or inexplicable, we’ll stand in the presence of unusual rocks and look on in wonder.  

When our Stonehenge visit wrapped up, we were off to see Bath.  There’s an Abbey there we needed to see, and it certainly lived up to our Abbey expectations.  Cas was trying to find out where the choir would be seated during a performance or a service, as a friend of his from work had sung there as a member of a visiting choir.  I spent a little time reading the walls and floors.  Nearly every surface that wasn’t stained glass or ceiling was covered in plaques noting the death of a loved one, placed as a remembrance.  The thing about these plaques was that the majority of them listed the age of the person at the time of his or her death.  I stood there, a reasonably healthy 50-year-old woman, realizing my evidently advanced age, according to the average lifespan that church was starting to help me calculate.  There were far too many stones placed for folks who didn’t make it as far as I have.  It gives you a little perspective.  

We went from the Bath Abbey to a local pub that was recommended as a spot that had great cider.  The English make lots and lots of hard cider.  I enjoy it, though I try not to regularly consume the amount of sugar that cider holds.  Fun fact- Cas and I met at a party held at the home of a mutual friend.  It was a BYOB situation, if I remember correctly.  If it wasn’t, I brought my own beverage anyway.  Seems like good manners to a teacher house party.  I brought cider.  I think it was Hornsby’s Cider.  No matter the brand.  When we had an hour to spend in Bath and sampling their local cider was an option, I couldn’t see why we would do any other thing.  

The secret location was Lacock.  It’s a tiny village.  Our guide told us that, in order for someplace to be considered a village, it had to have a church and a pub.  This spot fulfilled those requirements, for sure.  But it was a spot so full of historically perfect little buildings that there are actual rules from the British government dictating what modifications are allowed.  Spoiler alert- not many.  The outsides of the homes must be kept in the original style.  In fact, the buildings are so old and authentic looking, and the streets so narrow and ancient seeming that this village gets used in period movies.  Lots of Jane Austen stuff filmed in Lacock.  A few Harry Potter scenes show up there.  It is really beautiful, and while not as ancient as Stonehenge, it makes my American home feel like the bricks were mortared together yesterday.  

After our third and final port of call, we were headed back to London.  There was a slight hiccup as traffic slowed for an apparent situation where a bus rear-ended a car, which rear-ended another car, but police and an ambulance were there, and nobody seemed terribly hurt.  It did push our return to the hotel to about 8:30, which shoved our dinner plans to even later, and that made for some challenge.  Apparently, after 9 pm, the entire riverside of the Thames is a dance club.  I’m talking an uhn-tiss-uhn-tiss, neon-and-strobe, girls bouncing in spandex dance club.  In Bath Abbey, I felt like a miracle of modern medicine, living to the advanced age of 50.  In the environment of the riverfront after 9 pm, I felt like a relic from a bygone era.  It gave me some perspective about my age…. 

It had been a long day.  Cas and I decided- after several spots were louder and much livelier than we were at that point, that we’d do well to hit a grocery store and head back to the hotel.  Neither of us was terribly starved, as we’re good at packing snacks for day-long bus journeys, so that was sufficient.  Sometimes, it’s best to sit in a quiet place with your person and reflect on the amazing day you just had.  As we dined on what can best be described as self-styled, upscale lunchables, we enjoyed the relative peace and quiet that being on the fifth floor was affording us.  I am sure those twenty-somethings were having a great time, and I am sure I wanted nothing to do with it.  Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t hard to fall asleep after that day.

Today, we have theater tickets.  Sorry- when in Rome- it’s theatre not theater.  At home, I eschew the “re” spelling and opt for the American “er.”  Splitting hairs, I know.  But we had been to a performance in Addison, Texas of The Play That Goes Wrong for Zoey’s birthday.  There is a production in town right now by the same writers called The Comedy About Spies.  We’re off to see a matinee today, and if we make it out in time, there’s a free London Symphony Orchestra free outdoor concert in Traflagar Square.  We’ll feel so darn cultured by the end of the day today!  

But let me make sure to add my special note before Sunday gets rolling in earnest:  Happy Fathers’ Day!  It’s Dia De Los Dads.  I’m shouting out my dad, the one and only Mark Hinds.  He’s the steadiest person I know.  A North Star for the family whose reliable consistency is something we all count on when the world goes sideways.  And though he is currently sleeping as I type, I know Cas intends to call his dad, also named Cas, later today when the time zones are friendlier to such an activity.  It’s always nice to hear my top two favorite Cas Dunlaps checking in and catching up.  Shouts out, as well to Chad, who I am sure you remember from our Paris entries and my big brother Jeff, the dads who made us into Aunt Heather and Uncle Cas.  And with that, we have to get this day started.  I will let Cas sleep just a little more, but we’ve got culture to go and enjoy.  To the theatre!  

Photos: tinyurl.com/dunlap-pl