My getaway to Santa Cruz was not as relaxing as I thought it would be, but I'm not unhappy. I always want to see and window shop everything whenever somewhere new, which I think I did. Our first stop was at a favorite coffee shop of Cybil's called the 11th Hour.

I stopped at the gift shop around the corner and admired all the ceramics, soaps, housewares, and this big stitch quilt.
While sipping my decaf almond latte, I also looked at the schedule of the neighboring yoga studio and stepped briefly into the knitting shop. Lyra bought herself an empanada, Cybil and I checked out Manresa bakery and then I bought a used Spanish text/workbook at a brewery.
We had time before check-in and went to Costco for Bulgogi and Salmon Milano (no real seafood road show products at all. not. at. all. to which Lyra said Santa Cruz Costco be white people Costco). Where are the miso cod? the clams? the mussels? Onward to Trader Joe's for eggplant, cucumber, corn on the cob, chili lime spice, lemons, lime, eggs, English muffins, watermelon, strawberries, olive oil, lime juice, sparkling water, Italian pasta, English peas, kale, parmesan, ciabatta, baguette, heavy whipping cream, a mini bouquet, and carnations. Right away at the cottage, I arranged the flowers and moved knick knacks around. I did love that the nautical and beachy art and decor in the cottage looked to be local and not from a Home Goods spree. On walks everywhere, I foraged more flowers like the alstroemeria for the bud vases flanking the mini bouquet.
Cybil and Lyra colored and did calligraphy while I sketched and journaled on that first afternoon. I put away groceries and explored drawers and cupboards in the kitchen. Cybil had chosen the cottage because cook and house guests could interact in the open plan. Just a couple doors away was a convenience store, where Cybil and Lyra bought more craft beers. I did not drink a lot. Just small glasses of beer. No wine at all. I stuck to mainly coffee in this Molly Hatch mug that I made my favored cup.
We did walk down to and along the Twin Lakes State Beach, and I showed them the Santa Cruz Harbor from where I had launched outrigger canoes with my club and pointed where in the horizon we had raced.
Returning from that walk, we also missed the opening hours of the sushi market but found a poster in the window about the Japanese festival the next day at a local park. And so on that first evening, I tried to cook our bulgogi on the outdoor grill (not enough propane, and so I ended up cooking the second batch on the stove which set off the fire alarm because of no hood over the stove!) in the open space. We then read tarot cards and played Scrabble.
On the next day, we ran an errand to the post office for Cybil to pick up art mailed to her from an artist in Vermont and then shopped downtown Santa Cruz, where I saw abject homelessness near the shelter after shopping for t-shirts and books and ephemera in all the gift shops. Back to the cottage for a lunch of leftover Korean food before going to the Japanese festival. There were bonsai, of course, but didn't see an Ikebana or kimono workshop at the site though I did a craft activity sponsored by the public library, which I hung on the chandelier.


I pottered around the kitchen that evening while Lyra made strawberry daiquiris.
I cooked salmon...
...corn lathered with butter and chili lime and Parmesan cheese...
and pasta with vegetables.
More tarot readings on the deck that Lyra and I bought for Cybil though we also read from my
deck. I really, really appreciate and like my Mystic Mondays deck.
Golly was I tuckered out and hoped to get sleep that night.
I didn't sleep well. Whatever. I always just soldier through when insomnia happens. But first the Harbor Cafe for breakfast. I ordered a bloody Mary before our meal while Cybil ordered a riff on the Capri Sun pouches of her youth.
I didn't ask to taste her cocktail because she had a cold, but I did take a photo of the recipe.
Cybil and Lyra were lovelies and paid for my pancake breakfast as a thank you for all my cooking. I admired this hanging display of fish, which is giving me ideas for one that's the same BUT ceramic.
On our last full day in Santa Cruz County, Cybil kindly agreed to drive me to Capitola, so I could return to the gift shop that sells the lovely stoneware ceramics from Thailand I admired with my friend, Preet. We stopped at Gayle's, so I could buy Patrick's coma cookies and brookies.
I ended up not finding the indigo and off-white vase I wanted, but we all got postcards and magnets at that gift shop. And in another gift shop we liked, Cybil got herself a puzzle and a poster of a hand drawn inked print of the Santa Cruz coast. I was exhausted and drank tea while overlooking the Capitola pier.
Farewell Capitola! You're gorgeous and charming.
Until next time! Last stop was Aptos St BBQ because I said we had all this bread from Trader Joe's and didn't have my favorite breakfast tacos. Instead I was going to serve brisket and tri tip sandwiches and coleslaw. We also stopped at New Leaf Community Market, so I could buy pickles. Back at the cottage, Lyra made watermelon daiquiris this time. I also got my friends started on decoupaging our shells. We also played a national parks board game, which I enjoyed, but golly was I tired and hoped to sleep well that night.
Departure day. I slept longer, but not long enough. I hustled to cook kimchi bulgogi and vegetable fried rice. I also fried eggs to order.
No time for cooking Salmon Benedict too. I took the salmon home with me to eat for lunch. Good trip. Maybe we'll do it again in July midweek after Cybil gets back from Japan and before Lyra leaves for Spain.