Sitting at San Francisco airport awaiting my final domestic flight to LAX where I'll connect to my flight home!
What a wonderful three weeks. I have had my beliefs challenged, my view of the world broadened, learned a little more about me and will be coming home wiser than when I left... What more could I ask for?
LA wasn't a very exciting part of my journey, felt like I was wandering a little aimlessly while I was there. The celebrity culture of Hollywood really didn't do anything for me at all. The baseball was actually my highlight, immersing myself into one of America's favorite pasttimes.
San Francisco however was fantastic and a place I wold return to again. My immediate reaction was that it was very similar to Melbourne, perhaps why it endeared itself to me so quickly. The architecture is superb, the decorative detail of the buildings sublime. The art and culture is prominent throughout the city be it street art or cultural museums. I attended the SF Muesum of Modern Art last night and enjoyed the photography exhibit which explored the voyeuristic nature of photography.
I packed a lot into the 2.5days I was there and yet there is still so much more left to see... One day I hope to return to San Fran!
Friday, 8 April 2011
Sunday, 3 April 2011
The unexpected journey
Window Rock was a lovely place, I learnt a lot about the Navajo tribe and their cultural beliefs, many of which sit in alignment to my own. I fell in love with a painting called "White Shell Woman" by Shonto Begay. I wish I'd been allowed to photograph it cause it was beautiful!
I had picked Seligman on old Route 66 as my pitstop for the night. It seemed like a relativelybig dot n he map so surely it would be OK. I booked a room online and set off.
The drive was easy this time round, how quickly it becomes second nature to drive on the right hand side.
I made Seligman by about 5.30pm. I was told the were just two places to eat at night, one on the right side of the road and one on the left. As I was walking on the right hand side I stopped at The Roadkill Cafe (yes, ironic for a vegetarian) and funnily enough they didn't have any vego meals. I went across the road to Lilo's in the hope of finding something.
What I found was completely unexpected.
It happened to be one of the best nights of my trip! I sat at the countler and chose one of three vego options. The waiter, Jerry, was hilarious and a very big personality. The old man at the counter next to me, Dave, was lovely and even gave me a ride home at the end of the night.
Its often the unplanned, unexpected trips that can bring you so much joy!
I had picked Seligman on old Route 66 as my pitstop for the night. It seemed like a relativelybig dot n he map so surely it would be OK. I booked a room online and set off.
The drive was easy this time round, how quickly it becomes second nature to drive on the right hand side.
I made Seligman by about 5.30pm. I was told the were just two places to eat at night, one on the right side of the road and one on the left. As I was walking on the right hand side I stopped at The Roadkill Cafe (yes, ironic for a vegetarian) and funnily enough they didn't have any vego meals. I went across the road to Lilo's in the hope of finding something.
What I found was completely unexpected.
It happened to be one of the best nights of my trip! I sat at the countler and chose one of three vego options. The waiter, Jerry, was hilarious and a very big personality. The old man at the counter next to me, Dave, was lovely and even gave me a ride home at the end of the night.
Its often the unplanned, unexpected trips that can bring you so much joy!
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