Frances's Travels, part 1
Jan. 13th, 2004 02:43 pmI've stolen Ray's computer since mine doesn't seem to want to steal his Internet connection.
So I'm in Santa Cruz right now with Ray, who is being an absolute sweetheart and feeding me real Chinese ramen and whom I am feeding candied lemon peel, thanks to my visit with my aunt. Nice people came in and watched a "gay movie," Get Real--pretty much a standard coming-of-age story. But it was fun. We went on down to Pizza my Heart and had pesto pizza... it was as good as he said. Santa Cruz is beautiful. The college is built in the middle of a redwood forest, on top of a hill looking down to the ocean. We were up for the sunrise this morning (a little matter of parking permits) and the sun was shining on the early-morning fog down below and was filtering through the trees. Living here for the summer would be good, if I don't do summer math. Probably expensive, but I would be working at *something*. And Ray is an excellent housemate, a good cook, and more tolerant of my messiness than anyone should be. I would enjoy it. And he gives me advice on the wearing of boots and jeans.
The drive was ok, even if the last twisty mountain highway was scary in the dark.
And we're off to downtown to look at cute shops. Ray's being a bad boy and skipping music. :)
So I'm in Santa Cruz right now with Ray, who is being an absolute sweetheart and feeding me real Chinese ramen and whom I am feeding candied lemon peel, thanks to my visit with my aunt. Nice people came in and watched a "gay movie," Get Real--pretty much a standard coming-of-age story. But it was fun. We went on down to Pizza my Heart and had pesto pizza... it was as good as he said. Santa Cruz is beautiful. The college is built in the middle of a redwood forest, on top of a hill looking down to the ocean. We were up for the sunrise this morning (a little matter of parking permits) and the sun was shining on the early-morning fog down below and was filtering through the trees. Living here for the summer would be good, if I don't do summer math. Probably expensive, but I would be working at *something*. And Ray is an excellent housemate, a good cook, and more tolerant of my messiness than anyone should be. I would enjoy it. And he gives me advice on the wearing of boots and jeans.
The drive was ok, even if the last twisty mountain highway was scary in the dark.
And we're off to downtown to look at cute shops. Ray's being a bad boy and skipping music. :)