The Vistabule is safely stored at my brother’s house and we are spending most of January in a beautiful condominium that friends have graciously loaned to us. It’s a historic building erected in 1912 and once served as a teacher’s retirement home. As a child I passed by this residence nearly everyday and always wondered what was inside. Stephen and I are taken with the amazing view, the large veranda and the close proximity to downtown and my mom’s home. We vowed to park the car and walk all month
Every morning I stroll over the freeway overpass for a coffee break with my mom. I pass by places I have seen numerous times but now it is with fresh eyes. Mission Santa Cruz, which is the 12th link in the chain of 21 historic Spanish Franciscan missions is on the 1/4 mile walk. There are rosemary bushes along the path and I always rub my hands across the leaves and drink in the pungent smell. As I step onto my moms front porch it’s blocked by a lemon tree weighted with lemons. Every year I receive a box of lemons from this tree, however this year I can pick my own. Stephen and I hiked a nearby trail yesterday and marveled at the view. Today is officially Stephen’s first day of retirement. He purchased a Tilley hiking hat in celebration and is smiling from ear to ear.