
We started out our morning in Watsonville with a walk along Manresa Beach. The beach was super dirty and the tide was moving in really quickly but the sky was so clear and waves were huge. A dozen surfers, dolphins, and killer whales were taking advantage of the wild surf and put on a nice show for us so we stuck around to watch for an hour. We couldn’t take ourselves away! In Florida, you’ll get a glimpse of dolphins every morning and evening, but these dolphins were everywhere and jumping completely out of the water. It was amazing. The surfers approached them and they all caught the same waves. Unforgettable experience. The girls couldn’t believe how every few minutes, the 5 foot waves would build up and bring in a huge 8-10 foot swell. They don’t see those on spring break in Florida, either! What a spectacular morning. They couldn’t get over the coarse, dark granite sand, the colorful ice plant, or the kelp everywhere.









All weekend long, I pointed out the source of the nations food as we drove by fields and fields of the brands they recognize like Driscoll, Taylor Farms, Giant, Christopher Ranch, and Martinelli. I took them through Tortilla Flat, Castroville, Prunedale, and Moss Landing. The girls recognized the cultural diversity in that they were the only white kids everywhere we went, and English was not the primary language being spoken in conversations around them. We passed cemeteries absolutely covered in bright Orange marigolds. We hit lunch in Watsonville and there was a straight up 12 piece mariachi band having lunch. It was amazing. Quincy was dying to get a pic with them but didn’t want to ask, so she got a sneaky photo of one of the guys who was sitting alone. The were like, “Mom, is this for Dia de los Muertos?” No girls, it’s just Saturday in Watsonville. When we stepped out of super taq, there was a Quinceañera happening at the giant Catholic Church across the street! They soaked in every sight and sound around them and got a little taste of the beauty of the culturally rich atmosphere I was raised in. After our drive, we popped into Gizdich Ranch and ate homemade pies right in the middle of an apple orchard. There were zero bugs and the weather was perfect all weekend. We just couldn’t get over the non-existence of autumn. Everything was still so green and vibrant. By the end of the weekends, each of us mentioned how much we missed the oranges and reds and all our trees.
I caught this gorgeous pic to show the girls the giant redwoods. We saw a few when we were up in San Francisco, but I don’t feel like they got to see the grand scale of these majestic trees. In Gilroy, I met up with Annie (grover) Gilbert and went to my High School 20 (well, 21 due to covid) Year Reunion. Class of 2000, baby! It was fun and interesting to see old friends and classmates. Annie of course, and Emily Hepner and her boyfriend Ali, Sarah Claspell and fiancé, Clay, Michael and Gloria Horta, Sheena Torres (fellow chamber choir member and my badminton partner when we dominated in girls doubles), Mike Smith and his lovely wife, Karen, Jeremy Novara, Jenny (Livingston) Main, Don Darling, Dana Guerin, Ui Ka’anapu (my badminton girls singles rival), Leslie (benson) Galvin. I missed so many who couldn’t make it, and some who didn’t come last minute even though they live like 2 minutes away (I’m looking at you, Laura, Sara, Lucas and Corinne!) but overall it was a memorable experience.


Look at us! I’ve known these ladies since 2nd grade. It was good catching up.
