I really shoudn't tell about the Sylvia, I hate giving these 'secret' hideaways away

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."
wikipedia

Ora gone a gen...adventureneering

‘I celebrate and sing myself’.
(Thanks Walt)

There is no other whose companionship, I more enjoy.
There is no one more fun to be with than when I am with myself. No one funner, funnier, more provocative, more interesting, more beautiful, than I am when I am with myself.
No one more inspiring, more adventurous, more delightful, or delighted. No one whose passion is greater.
No one more endearing, spectacular, or clever. No one more relevant, no one more exciting: creative, responsive, objective..

I love it, Damn, I love it..!!!

Oragonion

I drove, “down around Eugene “ yesterday after leaving home around 5 pm, and making only 2 quick stops.

What I love most about Oregon, is this:
The speed limit signs are designed to be seen. They don’t want you to get a ticket here, It is obvious. The numbers are HUGE. Thanks Oregonians, I always appreciate that about you..

And, I had forgotten, but in Oregon, you can’t pump your own gas..It’s illegal, They have employees that do that.
Ladeda, I love it, Damn I love it!
By 1:30 Am I was in Florence and was greeted by flashing lights.
(and no I wasn’t speeding)…I thought it was quite the response I deserved, since I am my own celebrity.

When I turned from Springfield onto the highway to Florence, I noticed the crescent moon designed to catch the rain . of course, it was a clear night. The closer I got to the beach, the brighter, and oranger the moon shown, and it tipped slightly to let the fog crawl slowly out.

In curves and valleys 800 feet above sea level, the fog hung thick, and I opened my moon-roof to let the it in to touch me.
I held my hand to the moist air, and then touched my face with my cool hands, to feel the night air as I drove.
The stars sparkled in the dark sky.
I listened to Mike Dooley (TUT.com) talk about, What you think about, you Create. And Joel Olsteen say the same thing in another way.

I listened to my favorite music and sang like I was a superstar. I was in charge, I love to be in charge of me…Don’t you love it?

Florence , was a new place for me, and I couldn’t find the beach, so I drove into Yachats, pronounced yahaughts. Yachats was closed up, so I went to the beach, walked around in the pitch black watching the white foam roll in. It was high tide. Then I slept in my car for 2.5 hours.

At 5:30 Am I drove around to see if anyone was open for coffee, or breakfast, or a bathroom.
No luck.
So I drove up the coast one town at a time until it turned daylight. The tide was turning low, the sky, blue, and water bluer, waves lazily rolled in, and fragmented salt worn trees stuck out along the beach. The sun was shining, and I was tired, but elated that I was in this beautiful place, with my favorite person alive. ME!

I understand why I’ve broken so many hearts now, I mean, where would ”I “be without me? bored silly…
And quite often when I do my self denial thing, that is exactly how I feel. Al I need to pep me up is a trip alone with my beloved. Umm, how sweet it is..

I found a breakfast place after exploring Nye Beach, and The Sylvia Beach Hotel. I had more fun there in their bathroom than I had the whole time I was married. (roll eyes… lol)

I guess you had to be there. It must be the most famous Tropic of Cancer bathroom in the whole world. They had quotes by my favorite author, Melville, and much more, even a book to sign!
I am in love with The Sylvia Beach Hotel. I’ll stay there Sunday and maybe Monday nights. Breakfast was bumpy, two men ran the place, I think they need a woman there real bad.

I visited with a woman who owned a place in the beach, but the price was way high for me..So I called Yachats, and my favorite cottage there and was offered a great deal I couldn’t refuse. I have an A frame with a great view by the beach for 80.00 a night. I had wanted to stay at The Sylvia but the writers conference had it all reserved.
So, here I am with my own wood burning stove, and 4 ravens out side mating , and fighting, and generally entertaining me.

The tide is high again, or coming back in, I think, it looks full, so at the next low tide, I have to go collect agates.

The air is brisk, the sun is warm, and I am on a porch swing inside, and a shame at that, because it is a perfect perfect day. I shopped and got some eggs, bacon, yogurt, muscato, bread, coffee, tea, and I still have me… I am my sunshine…
I am wrapping up and going out on the porch for fresh air and sunshine. It is just 1:22 pm It has been a long beautiful two days. My last nap has worn off and it’s cat nap time again.


oh and I saw An Elk last night as big as a Moose..at the Elk crossing, of course.
Over and out all…
Photos will be aded later..