We finally had one of those "Whoa, what the heck is that?" moments here in Nashville. I thought we'd have more of them.
We got stuck behind this guy last Saturday on a country road. I drove while Howard played paparazzo (singular for paparazzi). He stuck his head and camera out the window and snapped a bazillion photos hoping for a least one or two good ones. I was a little nervous that the guy would get annoyed with us and start shooting at us.
Anyway, I figured out what it is. I guess all those trips to Latin America finally paid off. Can you figure it out?
Howard and I spent a lot of time on Coronado when we were dating. We used to walk from his apartment to the Hotel del Coronado (the Del) all the time.
Howard took this picture of the Del. Isn't it beautiful?
When we go back to visit the Del, we feel like we own the place as we walk through its familiar halls, grand rooms, and quaint shops. Some things have stayed the same, like the old and still operating cage elevator.
The old cage elevator
Some things have changed. We can remember when there were tennis courts between the beach and the hotel rather than the $1000/night beachfront condos and villas that are there now.
A long time ago we learned about Kate Morgan, a young woman who mysteriously died in 1892 somewhere in the vicinity of those current-day fancy schmancy condos and villas. Her death is registered as a suicide but some people believe that she was murdered by her husband. It's rumored that she continues to roam the halls of the hotel today, waiting for either her husband or for the truth to be known. This book tells the story if you want to find out more.
Many guests and employees have witnessed ghostly happenings at the hotel. Toilets flush on their own, lights flicker and turn off and on, things fly off the shelves, curtains billow when the windows are closed, etc. You can hear it for yourself. Just watch the clip.
Howard and I once stayed in the room next to the famed room 3327, although Howard says it's really room 3312. I'm pretty sure Kate came to visit us that night. During the night I felt the air circulating abnormally and I felt a presence hovering over me. I'm pretty sure I wasn't dreaming and surprisingly, I wasn't scared.
Here's another 'mystery' about the Del, not as eery as the Kate Morgan story. There are these funky sand dunes on the beach near the Del and they have ice plant growing on the top of them. The beach there is so flat and extensive that they seem out of place. What's up with that?
Well, we know something that you might not know. Here's a bird's eye view of those sand dunes. Cool, right?
When I was nine years old (I think), we moved from Spring Valley to University City (both are located in San Diego County). At the time people thought my parents were crazy moving so far north, which is hilarious to think about now.
Nowadays University City (UC) is part of The Golden Triangle, an overly-crowded residential and commercial hub. It also happens to be where the San Diego LDS Temple is located. The Golden Triangle is the area between three major freeways: The 5, 52 and 805 (see map below).
Back in the day, the area north of our house was mostly chaparral and 805 didn't exist yet. There were a couple of churches and a couple of schools, La Jolla Country Day School (established in 1961) and UCSD (established in 1960). My dad worked at UCSD so it made sense to move there.
The A shows the location of our UC house.
All of this came to mind when I was reminiscing about these gals (sisters), who I got to see while I was in San Diego.
My first memory of Cathy (on the left) was when I was riding my bike in my new neighborhood in UC. Cathy was riding her bike too. I remember us riding around each other, kind of checking each other out. Our first conversation went something like this (I'm pretty sure Cathy led out on all the questions because I was very shy AND the new kid):
Her: What's your name? Me: Kathy (of course, you know that my real name is Eunice) Her: That's my name too. How old are you? Me: Nine. Her: Me too. When's your birthday? Me: July Her: Mine too. Hey, and we both have blue eyes!
And that was the beginning of many years of good memories. I spent a lot of time at Cathy's house during my school years. Her family was like family to me. Cathy and I can go for years without seeing each other and we are able to pick up where we left off.
After Cathy was married and gone, I got to know Barbara better (on the right). She's my sister's age but later in life we talked about being teachers and we commiserated over being single. I'm happy to report that both of us got married and that Barbara has two cute boys. Anyway, there are lots of memories to share about these two and their family but I'll save that for another time.
