It must be nice to sleep in, or so Tessie tells us.
Last night, we all went to bed early....Waking up at 3:00 AM to catch a plane is hard to do.
Tessie crawled into my purse, wrapped in one of my socks last night about 8:ooPM. As she did, she announced that she didn't want to get up until the sun came up. She missed a lot.
In fact, she did wake up before we got off of the ground....Just barely.
She condescended to wake up enough to get her boarding pass. I tricked her into thinking that was the reason...She wasn't really awake and I gave her mine. She didn't even look at the name. She just assumed that it was hers.
I could have been nice and let her sleep....Why would I do that? Misery loves company. Granted, I usually get up at 4:30AM, but she usually gets away with sleeping as long as she wants. Unfair practice!
The sun was up by the time we boarded the second plane in LA. When we go by air, she usually misses the whole trip, sleeping until we arrive.
Not this time. She got the window seat and from the start, she was wide eyed.
She is the only person that I know that is fascinated by the people that load the luggage.
Maybe waking her up was a mistake...She was screeching at the top of her lungs at take off. "Where'd they take the ground? You told me this would be just like flying on a broom or a dragon! This is NOT like that at all! It's TOO HIGH!!! I want down NOW!!". On and on it went until we got out over the ocean.
Then there was a complete turn around. She started cooing, "Oh! Pretty boats. Look at the tiny houses... Holy cow! Will you look at all that water!?!"
After that, I couldn't shut her up. I think that what she was doing is referred to in polite circles as babbling....
Anyway, after we checked into the hotel, she pleaded that she was exhausted from all of that flying. I think that she was just tired from all of the jumping up and down and exclaiming over all of the wondrous sights.
As I unpacked, she dragged out a shoe and her favorite sock and went to bed.
We left her in the room and went to lunch. It wasn't even noon.
After lunch, we took the "Seventeen Mile Drive" around the Carmel area. Walter drove, while I acted like Tessie, pointing at houses and OH-ing and AH-ing.
The houses on the drive are not to be believed. There are everything from huge mansions to houses that look like they grew right out of the trees. Hippy style.
We stopped at Cypress Point along the way and I took this photo with Walter's new camera.
To the right, just out of the photo, there were about 20 pelicans perched on the rocks. I missed those. Pretty nice view anyway.
It is three thirty now and we are both ready for a nap. Tessie's right. Going on vacation can be exhausting. I may need a vacation from vacationing when we get home.
See you tomorrow.