Daisy watched over the yard as I went thru my sun salutations. Our lives have shifted south to San Diego.
Next week, I start my new job in Ron Burgundy’s news market. This week has been wrapped up in unpacking all the books, files and knickknacks from our lives into our house. It feels like a tedious scavenger hunt with cryptic box descriptions thanks to our movers. (“Toaster” inside a box of mugs?? We don’t have one!)
I’ll have my travel mug filled with decaf coffee next week. I don’t need the caffeine to jumpstart my brain anymore. However, I like the rich bean flavor to let my mind and body know that it’s time to work.
We left our sweaters back in the hotel when we wandered around Barri Gòtic (Gothic Quarter) in Barcelona.
I love this shot of Hanna – caught in the middle of a thought. We had a blast celebrating her birthday in Spain. Also – we were grateful when she translated our questions and food orders.
I managed to order clara and cava at bars, on my own, by the end of the trip.
Tourist bonus: cached maps on our smartphones synched up with GPS signals. We didn’t need cell phone service. It’s like having a live map when you’re navigating thru twisty alleys in Barri Gòtic!
A busker entertained us as we waited to go inside the Picasso Museum.
This is my entry for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Street Life.
Mark was tickled when the crew played the Erie Canal song during our boat tour on the Erie Canal.
It was so cool to see the locks open and close on the water way that connects the Niagara River to the Hudson River. According to the boat tour’s website, 35 locks operate along the 363-mile canal. Vessels have been using it since 1825.
This is my entry for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside.
I ended up in the newsroom twice on Independence Day.
I watched the sunrise over the Bay Bridge after I left the control booth. This view in the lobby is my moment of zen after producing a 90-minute news show.
Sixteen hours later, my Corolla crawled thru post-fireworks traffic on the Embarcadero. Then I walked thru the lobby for my next graveyard shift.
Outside of the newsroom, I like watching the sunset at the Moonraker in Pacifica.