I think it would only make sense to finish describing Lucy's week here, where I have two more days to go, starting with Friday. Friday was our day trip day where we took Caltrain to San Francisco then a bus to Pier 39, where there were seals and a large Christmas tree (and later a guy playing a strange instrument that I didn't recognize in front of the tree). Most of the restaurants, for some reason, were situated in the beginning of the pier in clusters though there were restaurants throughout the place. Also there were this place that sold large barrels of bathing salt (the smell was strong enough to hide the smell over the ocean), candy stores (Victoria promised to buy fudge for her sisters), and this random carousel near the end of it with a Crystal Geyser guy (I think) attempting to do magic tricks and getting his scattering of crowd to participate and give him their personal information. That looks strange. I mean to give him their contact information and such. There was also this music box store where everything in it (well, almost) was some sort of a music box, which I found really cool. What had everyone's attention though, was the hat shop with the crazy hats. I'm not really sure what wearing an animal or a piece of food on your head says about fashion, but it definitely was fun to look at (and, yes, Kate apparently can look dignified even with a crocodile on her head).
Later we had clam chowder in bowls (Kate's never had chowder by the ocean before, and we were there to share to experience) and I wanted hot tea which was, perhaps, not very well timed since tea tends to cool before it where I'm concerned. Kate slowed the cooling process by removing the sauce and the salt & pepper shakers from their tin container and putting the container on top of the cup, where it balanced like an over-sized hat and now I'm slightly regretful that I didn't take a picture of that. There were other stores -- one with a crocodile purse that was a stuffed toy crocodile in heels and a statue of a creature that looked like it was a cross between Smeagol and a zombie which Kate claimed as her grandpa (I'm still confused about this). We left early for the train station, got hot drinks at Starbucks, and stopped in Safeway to buy crayons. To color the coloring book with. Because we've brought along the Hello Kitty coloring book along to desecrate on our train trip to SF and back.
We got back earlier than expected and dad drove us over to Kate's, where we watched Meet the Robinsons, as Lucy said. (I honestly cannot keep track of the movies.) Then because we still had the crayons and we're waiting for people to pick us up (Lusine and I, waiting for Kateryna and my dad, respectively) we started doodling. Or at least I did, on a napkin, and what started off as a sprig of holly evolved into a sprig of holly attached at the end of the Santa hat that Mike was wearing. Which ends my narration for that day, along with the photo of Lucy in a witch hat:
Saturday we met at around eleven thirty-ish, I think. Kate, Kateryna, Lusine, and I watched the Simpson Movie, rediscovered the rainbow colored hula hoop that is apparently very painful when used (it's such a masochistic invention, if you think about it), and watched Kate's bunny run around in the backyard. I'm not entirely sure if the last two are in the correct order. Then I think, Kateryna needed to go to Valleyfair and Lusine went along too, and I went home. You get a rabbit picture:
Went to Monterey on the 31st with parents and we wandered around Fisherman's wharf down there. Compared to SF it's a lot more...kitsch. Maybe it's a small town thing, or at least, a smaller town thing. The maritime museum didn't open while we were there, but the custom house from way back when was, and we got to go in and look at the list of really random cargoes that people used to ship (women's shoes, chairs, buckets, English wheels, Chinese firecrackers, whiskey, etc.) together. Then we went to Cannery row and wandered down most of it, including the historical building that included the Cannery Row Wax Museum (which we did not visit) with the over-the-street corridor that connected the buildings (which I ran through, twice, the first time by myself while exploring and the second time to drag my parents through). There was this store that sold roses made out of shells which I thought was pretty neat (the top bit is a conch shell that's been dyed). We had food there and then wandered around some more and I even went and explored this antique shop we found on Wave Street (or was that Avenue?) while my mom found a place to sit and my dad trailed along, looking bemused. At least Cannery Row made mom worry less. While we were at the wharf she'd grab on to the back of my jacket / my backpack every time I went near the edge because she was afraid I'd tumble off.
And because once you've reached the northern most edge of Cannery Row you'd be right next to the aquarium, which wasn't all that far from Pacific Grove, we also walked along the trail that ran right next to the beach there. It was gorgeous, but cold. I could stare at the waves crashing for hours if it weren't for the fact that staying still in any spot for longer than a minute tended to result in me losing feelings in my extremities. Am making a note to go back there when it's warmer. Like in the summer.
But over all it was really fun. And you get a photo of the place, too:
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Hahaha hot drinks at starbucks...I think you were the only sensible one who got something warm, the rest of us were drinking those ice cold things! :P
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