Here's the view looking the other way. These curtains are at least 12' high.
And the fireplace:
The bedroom. There is also a full dressing room and large bathroom.
The view from our room:
Needless to say, we are having a great time!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Inn at Port Hadlock
Oh my! This place is fabulous! We thought there would be a little kitchenette - imagine our surprise when we opened the door and found this.
Here's the view looking the other way. These curtains are at least 12' high.
And the fireplace:
The bedroom. There is also a full dressing room and large bathroom.
The view from our room:
Needless to say, we are having a great time!
Here's the view looking the other way. These curtains are at least 12' high.
And the fireplace:
The bedroom. There is also a full dressing room and large bathroom.
The view from our room:Needless to say, we are having a great time!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
San Francisco
We are back! Four days in San Francisco with absolutely beautiful weather -- incredible! We timed it perfectly to miss the last (hopefully) snow of the winter.
We had a great time touring the city, watching the sea lions at Pier 39, shopping, riding cable cars and experiencing the sights, sounds and smells of the big city. Favorite sights were....
the sea lions,
the architecture,
the history, and
of course, the Golden Gate Bridge.
The sounds -- of the street musicians, the cable cars, sirens, car alarms and the ever-present honking of horns. After only the first hour, you realize how incredibly polite our drivers are in this neck of the woods. Unbelievably, we never witnessed an accident although I cannot for the life of me figure out how one does not occur at every intersection, every minute of the day.
The smells. No, not smog, the sky was clear and the air fresh. Let's just say we are not used to public transportation and the unfortunate "togetherness" that is experienced on crowded buses, trolleys and cable cars. The choice is sitting down and having butts in your face and armpits overhead or standing up with your butt in someone else's face, having way too close of an encounter with perfect strangers. OK, strangers yes, perfect no. Sometimes the public transportation was interesting, but for the most part we were grossed out and used quite a bit of antibacterial wash.
On a good note, I did notice a lot of respect for elderly on public transportation. It is a law, which is clearly stated on every train, that seats must be vacated for the elderly or disabled. But even so, I saw an overabundance of respect in this regard. Because of the old buildings and general layout of the city, I think it would be an extremely difficult place to navigate if you have physical disabilities, but the attitudes were always positive.
I do know that I will never, ever, attempt to drive in San Francisco. I swear that the traffic lanes are 3 feet narrower than ours and a hair's width is more than enough space to park. Trust me when I say the cab and shuttle drivers do not have the art of easing the gas pedal -- driving consists of lurching forward, slamming on the brake, diving lane to lane and honking the horn. Traffic lights are respected for the most part because the fines start around $300, but speed is apparently not as important because 75 in a 45mph zone is perfectly acceptable.
It was an interesting city, but it is always good to be home.
We had a great time touring the city, watching the sea lions at Pier 39, shopping, riding cable cars and experiencing the sights, sounds and smells of the big city. Favorite sights were....
the sea lions,
the architecture,
the history, and
of course, the Golden Gate Bridge.
The sounds -- of the street musicians, the cable cars, sirens, car alarms and the ever-present honking of horns. After only the first hour, you realize how incredibly polite our drivers are in this neck of the woods. Unbelievably, we never witnessed an accident although I cannot for the life of me figure out how one does not occur at every intersection, every minute of the day.
The smells. No, not smog, the sky was clear and the air fresh. Let's just say we are not used to public transportation and the unfortunate "togetherness" that is experienced on crowded buses, trolleys and cable cars. The choice is sitting down and having butts in your face and armpits overhead or standing up with your butt in someone else's face, having way too close of an encounter with perfect strangers. OK, strangers yes, perfect no. Sometimes the public transportation was interesting, but for the most part we were grossed out and used quite a bit of antibacterial wash.
On a good note, I did notice a lot of respect for elderly on public transportation. It is a law, which is clearly stated on every train, that seats must be vacated for the elderly or disabled. But even so, I saw an overabundance of respect in this regard. Because of the old buildings and general layout of the city, I think it would be an extremely difficult place to navigate if you have physical disabilities, but the attitudes were always positive.
I do know that I will never, ever, attempt to drive in San Francisco. I swear that the traffic lanes are 3 feet narrower than ours and a hair's width is more than enough space to park. Trust me when I say the cab and shuttle drivers do not have the art of easing the gas pedal -- driving consists of lurching forward, slamming on the brake, diving lane to lane and honking the horn. Traffic lights are respected for the most part because the fines start around $300, but speed is apparently not as important because 75 in a 45mph zone is perfectly acceptable.
It was an interesting city, but it is always good to be home.
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