Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Grandparent Trilogy Part I Switzerland 2019 - Our Last Adventure

 
 
 
 
GRANDPARENT TRILOGY, PART I, SWITZERLAND, MARCH 2019
PAUL, CAROL AND ME
OUR LAST ADVENTURE
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GRANDPARENT TRILOGY, PART II (GUATEMALA 2022, WITH WESLEY AND ELLEN) CAN BE FOUND IN JANUARY 2024 ENTRIES
 
PART III (ICELAND WITH JADE) CAN BE FOUND IN FEBRUARY 2024 ENTRIES 

Carol and I had always talked about taking our grandsons, one at a time, to Europe to show them the world beyond Minnesota.  It turns out that the boys (Aidan - 13, Wes - 11, and Julien - 8) have already seen a lot of the world without us.  Collectively, they've traveled to Israel, Colombia, Mexico, Canada, Netherlands, France, Tunisia, Belgium, Germany and Ireland and maybe a country or two that I've missed.  (Carol and I never traveled outside the U.S. until we were married!  Times have changed.)

We weren't going to let the boys' travel experience deter us, however.  So, in March of 2019, we took Aidan to Switzerland for his spring break.  What a good time we had!  We visited Bern, the charming capital city of Switzerland.  We visited the village of Murren  in the Alps, staying at the historic Eiger Guesthouse and sledding alongside the skiers.  (Carol and I have never been downhill skiers, and weren't about to take up the sport at this point in our lives.)  We ended up in Montreux, where we bicycled along the shores of Lake Geneva from the city into the countryside and visited the Freddie Mercury Museum.  And the highlight - the castle at Chillon.  Castles were on Aidan's list of most important sights to see, and Chillon was a fantastic experience.

I will tell the rest of the story of our adventure in photos, before wrapping up.

Bern - the Einstein Museum.
Carol tells Albert Einstein a thing or two.

Use your words, Aidan!
Murten's Medieval Clock Workings

The scientist and the writer


The Alps as seen from atop the Gurten in Bern

The view from our room at the Eiger Guesthouse in Murren

On the slopes

Who needs skis?


Carol Likes this beer!



Serenity (Montreux)

The view from our apartment in Montreux

Chillon Castle

Chillon

A break from cycling

In the courtyard of Chillon

In the courtyard of Chillon

Aidan doesn't like this beer!

Basking in the sunshine


View from the castle at Thun

The Medieval Ramparts at Murten

Bern, as seen from atop the Gurten
A street game.  Aidan and I looked for a game in our travels,
but never found another.

Montreux as seen from a bicycle

Homage to Freddie Mercury

Old Geneva

The memory of this journey is a bittersweet one as I write this in September.  We got to take our oldest grandson on a voyage of discovery, to our great satisfaction.  It was, however, to be the last journey that Carol and I would take.  My beloved Carol died on June 9, 2019, four years after she had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.

Carol's life changed forever on June 30, 2015, when she received her diagnosis.  She spend the next four years living her life courageously and to the fullest.  She refused to act the victim or to be seen as a cancer patient. She received chemotherapy and radiation with the goal of being able to have the Whipple surgery.  In January, 2016, she underwent the Whipple, a grueling nine-hour operation, and then began a long, difficult recovery from the effects of the surgery.

In October of 2016, we celebrated her recovery from the surgery by bicycling the mountainous terrain of Croatia's Dalmatian Islands.   A year later we hiked in New Zealand.  We took road trips to California to escape Minnesota winters.  In California, we took vigorous hikes, attended concerts and an international film festival.

At home, Carol continued her active life as much as she was able, volunteering, organizing activities with friends, spending time with her family.  In October of 2018, Carol and our daughter, Ellen, got to  have a mother-daughter adventure in our favorite city, Paris.

Carol never had an easy day after her surgery, but one would never know.  She kept active.  She always had a smile for everyone.

If you wish to know more, please visit the Caring Bridge website, where you will find photos, her obituary, the eulogy that I delivered at the Mass of Celebration of Carol's Life, and remembrances of people who knew her.  At the website, type in her name - Carol Purcell.

Carol Purcell
April 2, 1948 - June 9, 2019
The memory of her smile, her enthusiasm
and her quiet joy
will comfort us always.



Friday, March 15, 2019

Santa Barbara 2019 - More Thoughts about This and That


More Random Thoughts from Down the 101 in Santa Barbara...

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Chumash Art, Mission Santa Barbara Ceiling

It's a casual move from SLO.  Our rentals overlap, and we're in the habit of bringing half our stuff down to our new home and returning to SLO for one or two more nights.  Why?  Because it's a beautiful ride along the coast, and because we can.  This year we get our key, unload the RAV4 and head downtown to see a movie at the Santa Barbara International Film Festival before heading back to SLO.

Over the next week we see a lot of great movies - from Finland, Norway, Czechoslovakia, Belarus, Columbia, Italy, Belgium, Denmark and even two from the USA.  These are movies that are never going to make it to the local multiplex.  The exposure to these films is the biggest reason I'm a fan of film festivals.

I search for bocce in Santa Barbara, and find it at Arnoldi's Italian Restaurant.  I don't get to play, but I do spend an evening at their outdoor courts, nursing a couple of draft Peronis and chatting with players in the Monday night league.  Pretty laid back, the way bocce is supposed to be.  One guy plays carrying his 16-month old daughter in a front pouch.  They tell me that the "really good" players (the "old guys" is the way they describe them) play in the Wednesday night league.  Rain keeps me from hanging out with those guys.

I also find the Santa Barbara Lawn Bowls Club, a well-established operation with a dozen grass courts and another dozen artificial turf courts for when the grass is wet.  It's members only, but I get a free lesson.  It's a different game, to say the least.  The balls are biased, heavier on one side, so that every throw is a curve ball.  Quite a challenge.  The club is pretty formal; sometimes they relax after match with a cup of tea.  I'll stick with bocce and beer, thanks.

Lawn Bowls

Carol gets into a regular habit of working out at the local YMCA.  For me, it's the Daily Grind, a coffee shop I can walk to and get in some writing time and people-watching.  At an outdoor table, if the weather cooperates.

We hike whenever we can.  By the sea sometimes, panoramic views and easy walks along the beach or on nearby trails with little change in elevation.  The alternative, my favorite, is what we call "uppa-de-up."  Santa Barbara is bordered by the sea and by the mountains.  If you're not walking by the sea, you're hiking up, up, up.  You can get away from people and the sounds of traffic and get a good workout in "uppa-de-up" land.

Here are some peeks into the pleasures of hiking around Santa Barbara.

Afternoon Stroll

Low Tide
Taking a Break at the top of Uppa-De-Up
Ojai Trail
Ojai Wilderness
Happy Hiker

A Relic of Times Past

Sunshine on a Cloudy Day


Sue Keator visits, hoping for some good birdwatching.  She isn't disappointed, racking up thirteen "lifers," birds she's never seen before.  Can you say phainopepla?  It's one of Sue's lifers, along with the black phoebe, the acorn woodpecker (spotted from our kitchen window) and a whole bunch of others.

We introduce Sue to the absolute best raised glazed donuts in America (in my not-so-humble opinion), only a buck and a quarter each at Eller's Donuts ($6.50 for a half dozen).  Sue will return home and search for a comparable raised glazed.  She won't succeed, I have to tell her; but she'll hunt anyway.  I guess if there's too much snow to hunt for birds, finding a good raised glazed donut is a good challenge.  We're not donut eaters, so we'll be content to wait a year for our next special treat.

Sue keeps marveling at the mild weather, the flowers and the birds; and keeps exclaiming, "I'm not wearing socks!"

Sue Keator Visits
Talking Birds with Sue
In our last week in Santa Barbara, we take a leisurely drive down the coast to the Getty Villa, a re-creation of a villa in Herculaneum buried and preserved in ash from the eruption of Mount Vesuvius.  It is our third visit since we've been coming to California.  Enough said.

Getty Villa Fountain Detail

Getty Villa Stair Detail


Santa Barbara has a great farmers' market on Saturday mornings.  Fresh fruits and vegetables in February!  Fresh-caught seafood!  Locally produced cheeses and locally raised meats!  All in February!  A real treat for refugees from the tundra.

Farmers' Market

Farmers' Market

Wherever I find myself, I enjoy taking my camera, hopping on a bike and exploring.  I'll end this journal with some results from one of my Santa Barbara rambles.

Downtown Reflection

Hanging Out at the Skate Park

Sand Sculpture Artist

What People Who Can't Cross Country Ski Do For Fun

Bird of Paradise

Russian Orthodox Church


P.S.

A Warm Reminder of Home


A Chillier Reminder of Home, compliments of our neighbor, Leah.