Thing called life, by pondering pool
I relate to this!! Take a look...
Am I Truly non judgmental...or?
Security Blanket
I found this line of cards at The Sylvia Hotel in Newport. ..And a few other decent lines as well.
Sylvia hotel in Newport OR
intro...This is truly a hotel for book lovers. There are no t.v.'s, no radios, no phones (although 2 public phones are available.) It is a quiet place on most days. Except for the glorious storms. Then the wind howls, the building shakes, and the rain pounds down. Some days it's warm and sunny and the sky is bright blue. Some days there's morning fog. Some days the wind makes you stay inside and read! Some days are rainbow days, the weather just can't decide. The ocean is always present. (The hotel is on a 45 foot bluff right above the surf.) You move into the rhythm of the sea. Perhaps that's why time seems to slow way down, almost to a standstill.
So Sunday night, I may just stay in the Melville room....it has a king size bed.. I can toss and turn as if I were on the Pequoid..
Nye Beach, Newport OR
Sam Irvin promoted Nye Beach as a destination resort area in the 1880's. By the early 1900's, L.C. Smith, a realtor, promoted the area as "The Promised Land." Smith was responsible for many of the wooden boardwalks which linked the Nye Beach oceanfront neighborhood to the bayfront area.
Yachats OR
pronounced YAH-hots, is derived from the Chinook Indian word, Yahuts, meaning dark water at the foot of the mountain. Nestled between the lush forested mountains of the Coast Range and the lapping waves of the Pacific surf, the charming little village of Yachats opens a window to the environment. It is the ideal place for rest, relaxation and renewal, discovery and romance.
( well, I think it is safe to say I will be leaving out the last part..I don't even remember what that words means, anyone???
Unless miracles still happen!!
Oh Another great Secret place of mine is exposed in Sunset Magazine, whoever wrote it, needs a tour guide...with experience..
He/She thinks you sprain your ankles walking the streets Of San Miguel de Allende. well well, not so, Wear your tennis and you get a nice foot massage..Even sandals, I have been all over San Miguel many times on foot, and never stumbled, guess you need to know how to walk.
San Miguel De Allende..it was ruined years ago, but you can still go , and see what is left of an art colony once entrepreneurs get ahold of it..
"In the 1950s, San Miguel de Allende became a destination known for its beautiful colonial architecture and its thermal springs. After World War II San Miguel began to revive as a tourist attraction as many demobilized United States GIs discovered that their education grants stretched further in Mexico at the U.S.-accredited art schools, the privately-owned Instituto Allende, founded in 1950, and the Bellas Artes, a nationally chartered school.
American ex-servicemen first arrived in 1946 to study at the art school. By the end of 1947, Life magazine assigned a reporter and photographer to do an article on this post-war phenomenon. A three-page spread appeared in the January 5, 1948, edition under the headline “GI Paradise: Veterans go to Mexico to study art, live cheaply and have a good time.” This was possible when apartments rented for US$10 a month, servants cost US$8 a month, rum was 65 cents a quart and cigarettes cost 10 cents a pack.
As a result of the publicity, more than 6,000 American veterans immediately applied to study at the school. Stirling Dickinson thought that San Miguel, which then had a population of fewer than 10,000, could only handle another 100 veterans, bringing the student body to around 140."
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