Sole, Cuore, Amore
Those are the "three words" from an Italian song, "Tre Parole," where Valeria Rossi asks her lover to give her "sun, heart, and love." So simple, so pretty.
My boredom is reaching all-time highs. Boredom is a synonym for non-productivity, because all free time has potential. Yesterday I went to Mission Viejo for the first time, and then stopped by San Juan Capistrano to finally take a look at the old mission. I paid the $6 and everything and finished my self-guided tour in 30 minutes. It was an impressive sight but the curators and administrators really could have spared a little more for the smaller things, like signs and maps and lettering. I mean, some of the exhibits' accompanying descriptions look like they are printed out on construction paper with a dot matrix printer, using PrintMaster or something. After seeing civilization's most classic and impressive buildings in Florence and Rome, the mission was a bit of a comedown, but it does carry the prestige of being California's oldest standing building. There are really just two things to see there, and that is the chapel and the Great Stone Church, of which 30% remains after the 1812 earthquake leveled it. It's "America's Acropolis" but I'm sure next to its namesake, it's pretty sorry. Still, the mission had a lilting, serene beauty thanks to its gardens and its unique "Spanish ranch in the desert" personality.
I then took the Pacific Coast Highway all the way through San Clemente. Now, that was a real find! It definitely looks like the unsung California coastal community. Some of the apartment buildings there had to be strategically built, so awesome the ocean views must be from the balconies. Then you see the custom made homes -- all with terraces, whitewashed, open, and spacious -- that are neatly lined and layered over the cliffs. The locals walk the street carelessly brandishing their bronze tans and highlighted hair. San Clemente is probably such a well-kept secret because it's in that awkward, not quite Orange County, not quite San Diego County location, but as a result its beaches remain relatively unspoiled.
I had a headache for the rest of Sunday. But the first part of the day wasn't so bad.
Tuesday, July 23, 2002
Bonjour et bienvenue dans mon blog. (MB)
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