Day 173: My City by the Bay; Pacific Grove, California

My great-grandparents came to the Monterey Bay Area in Northern California in 1906. My Nana worked in the canneries my Nano was an Italian fisherman. They were Sicilian. Photos of some of my relatives can be found at the Monterey Bay Aquarium. I consider the town of Monterey and Pacific Grove my home. I was raised here for many of my childhood years and graduated high school in this area. Here are some photos I took of Pacific Grove during my recent trip in July 2012. I was able to see a good friend and two of my aunts during the visit. I had a joyous time. Very healing. Thankful for photos, as I am all talked out, after staying up until about 1:30 am every night of my trip, chatting it up with relatives.

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We stayed in this 1915 house that has been converted into a hotel.



Along Lover’s Point


Very friendly and trusting gull


I walked all three days for an hour around the sea.


Sea lions basking in the fog.


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I like this photo of the seagull.


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Tree outside out hotel. How old, I wonder?

Pacific Grove 2012

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me taking a photo of me in the hotel room
Happy Face

And the song I cried to often when I had to leave Pacific Grove and move to the East Coast…..only to return some eight months later…had I only known…

Day 142: The Sea in Me

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My nano was an Italian fisherman.

He sailed most of the year up the Pacific Ocean from Central California (Monterey) to Alaska.

He was the designated cook on the ship, because of his talent for creating a scrumptious meal from the gifts of the sea.

I thought of him today, as I walked along the docks.

I thought of him today, and his journeys; how I wish I could speak to him now—hear his rough Italian dialect weave the ocean tales of sea monsters, mermaids, and giant jellyfish.

The sea is in my blood.

I know this now.

I can never live away from the ocean again.

The salt water is my refuge.

The seagulls my angels.

And the waves, as they move, confirmation that I am just as source intended.

Whether I wash ashore, retreat, break, or beckon onlookers, I am exactly as I was made to be—an endless ocean of mystery harboring the secrets of generations.

ROSE TEARS

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Ocean Legs

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My angel

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The green that makes me scream in delight!!!
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