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Why was Scotland so intriguing to me? As long as I can remember I’ve dreamt about Scotland… but why? Was it the golf? Whiskey? Kilts? Castles? Bagpipes? I thought if I visited Scotland I just might find out. Maybe I’d discover a distant relative in the archives, or maybe come across my last name on a tombstone. Well in March 2019, I set off to find out! My trip began in the Highlands and it felt like a spiritual journey venturing to Inverness, the Isle of Skye, Fort Rose, Speyside, Loch Ness and the historic Culloden Battlefield. Each place certainly left its imprint on me.

 I took a couple of tours, one of Loch Ness and another of the Isle of Skye. Both tours were small groups of about seven, so by the end of the tour everyone knew each other. The tour of Loch Ness included a stop at the Singleton Distillery of Glen Ord and The Battlefield of Culloden. A few people in the group discussed a mini-series called “Outlander” and asked if we were familiar with it. I wasn’t personally, but a few in the group were. Those that knew the series were surprised to find out how much of the story was based on factual historical events of Scotland.  During our tour of the Isle of Skye we made stops at the Urquhart Castle, Kilt Rock Falls, Portree and Quiraing. Our tour guide John was a good man, funny, informative, patient and dressed the part. He sported a colorful Scottish kilt and posed for a picture with me at the cliffs on the Isle of Skye. Before leaving the Highlands I decided to take a tour of the Famous Speyside Whiskey Region.

 I hired Jimmy, who owns his own taxi to drive me around for the day. Jimmy was great. He introduced me to the tour guides at the distilleries and they took over from there. We visited the Glen Mory, MACALLAN, Glenfiddich and Glenfarclas distilleries. The Whiskey Tour was quite the experience, but the conversations with Jimmy were hilarious. From Inverness I took a bus to Fort William about 60 miles south. For some reason I struggled to figure out what bus to get on, but then I remembered I wasn’t alone. I asked a young man for assistance and before I knew it, I had three people helping me find my way. If I haven’t mentioned it yet, the people I met in the Scottish Highlands were truly warm hearted, friendly, courteous and just fun to be around.

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From Inverness I visited Fort William (AKA the Outdoor Capital of the UK). It seemed like the outdoorsman heaven. There were so many things to do: hiking, mountain biking, kayaking, skiing, snowboarding, rock and ice climbing etc. I hiked out to the Glenfinnan Viaduct AKA the Harry Potter Bridge. I had accommodations at the Alexandra Hotel close to the train station. While browsing around in a sporting goods store near my hotel, I met a gentleman about my age biking Scotland named Graham. He seemed like a good spirited man traveling on his mountain bike hauling only the essentials. We only spoke for a few minutes but we have kept in touch on Facebook and one day I hope to bike the UK similar to his journey.

 After arriving in Glasgow by train, I decided to explore this “industrial hub” of Scotland. I found the architecture of the Central Train Station in Glasgow nostalgic. Built of large steel beams held together by tens of thousands of rivets that have stood the test of time. If they could talk, what stories they would tell. As I walked the streets of Central Glasgow, I came across a bronze sculpture of a Firefighter. The piece is titled “Citizen Firefighter” designed by Kenny Hunter who was commissioned by the Strathclyde Fire Brigade in June 2001. It is located on Hope Street and Gordon Street outside Glasgow's Central Train Station. Having spent 28 years in the Fire Service, I can appreciate tributes to Firefighters past, present, and future. I enjoyed my visit to Glasgow with all its pubs, history and nostalgic personality. On the train ride to Edinburgh, I thought to myself, “What haven’t I experienced in Scotland?” As I walked to my hotel from the train station in Edinburgh, I thought I heard the distant sound of bagpipes. As I looked for the source, I felt like I was seeking the Pied Piper. To my surprise, just across the street from my hotel stood a solo bagpiper blowing his pipes. It was the first time the entire trip I had heard the pipes, but it wouldn’t be the last.

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The Edinburgh Castle was enormous and sat just above my hotel. While walking from the castle I came across a restaurant named “The Witchery.” At first, I felt a little weird but something about it had already captured my curiosity. I decided what the heck, I’ll have a whiskey and ask some questions. The hostess was very nice and welcoming. She sat me and I ordered a whiskey. My waiter was also courteous and happy to answer my questions. Apparently “The Witchery” takes its name from the hundreds of women and men burned at the stake as witches on Castlehill during the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. From my understanding, individuals accused of witchery were held here during their trial along with those already convicted awaiting their fate. Once I understood more about the history of the building, I actually felt the urge to leave, but my desire to remember and honor the deceased proved stronger. I ended up having a great dinner and enjoyed the conversation, service, and paying homage to the innocent.

 The pace in Edinburgh felt accelerated compared to the rest of Scotland. The streets had its share of eclectic venders and performers. The cobblestone and vintage structures made it easy to imagine Queen Mary of Scots in her horse and carriage traveling up the “Royal Mile” with her entourage to the Edinburgh Castle. Scotland was more mystical than I ever imagined, but I had some unfinished business. Being an avid golfer, I had to visit the ancient birthplace of the sport.  So the day before I departed home, I hopped on a train and then took a bus to the “Old Course” at Saint Andrews. All I really wanted to do was take a photo on the Swilcan Bridge and I would have been happy. I had no expectations to play golf, but in the back of my mind I thought if the opportunity presented itself, I’d jump at the chance.

 I got off the bus next to the 18th fairway and an usher directed me to stop and wait to cross the fairway until he ensured it was safe to do so. As I was waiting for him to let me cross, he asked me if I was ready to play a round. At first I thought he was joking, but then I asked him what the chances where of me getting to play a round. To my everlasting amazement, he responded, “Pretty good! I just seen a twosome followed by a threesome tee off.” The next words that came out of my mouth were, “Where do I check-in for a tee-time?” As he let me cross he pointed to the Old Pavilion to inquire about an opening. As I walked towards the Pavilion, I suddenly became aware of the way I was dressed and my golf equipment, or lack thereof. I was sporting a golf shirt, but that’s about it as I looked down at my jeans, hiking boots, raincoat, and vest. The only “equipment” I have is in my backpack and it’s all photography gear. As I enter the Pavilion, I’m thinking there’s no way they’re going to let me get on the course and play a round. Once I enter and step up to the counter, I ask the person on the opposite end, “Is there any possibility of getting on the course today?” He proceeds to ask me the standard questions:

Do you have a starting time? No.

Do you have clubs? No.

Are you part of a group? No.

 After the line of inquiry, he proceeds to ask me if I belonged to a golf club and if I had an official handicap. Last I checked, my handicap was 18 and although I was a member of The Northern California Golfers Association (NCGA), I hadn’t been active for a couple years.

 Do you have your membership card? No.

 At that point I felt my chances of getting on the course slipping away. I told the gentleman I’d be right back with some type of evidence I was a legitimate golfer. The only proof I could provide were emails I periodically received from the NCGA. I found an email with my membership number and some NCGA information. When he reviewed my email he asked where the NCGA was located. I responded, “Poppy Hills, you know, Pebble Beach, California?” He gave me a double take and did some research on his computer. After what seemed liked an eternity, he replied, “Well… the earliest I can get you out would be 12:30.” Instantly, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I hesitated for a second playing it cool and acting like I was considering whether or not to play, but inside I was bursting with excitement and disbelief that this was really happening.

 After accepting the tee time, the next question was, “Would you like a caddie?” “Sure,” I responded. The next thing I know, I’m teeing off on the first hole of “the Old Course” at Saint Andrews, with a caddie carrying my rented clubs still in my jeans and hiking boots. Hiring the caddie ended up being the smartest move. He provided me a history lesson of the course including some of the most historical golf moments of the Old Course. Moments that included Seve Ballesteros, Tom Watson, Jack Nicklaus, Tiger Woods, John Daley, Nick Faldo and of course the amateur Bobby Jones. As I walked down the 18th fairway and stood atop the Swilcan Bridge, I toasted to my brother Paul who originally introduced me to the game of golf and to all those I shared the pastime with over the years.

If I had to describe Scotland in one word: Mystical.

AMDG

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Paris: The city of Love, lights, Art or what? My first visit to Paris was in 1976. Returned in 1999 and my last visit was earlier this year February 2019. I guess you can say I visit about every 20 years. That would make me 78 the next time I take a trip to Paris. Chances are I won’t be around so I don’t think I’ll wait another 20 years to go back, Lol! I remember my first visit to Paris. I was 15 years old and it was the first stop of a 10-week bike tour of Europe. I remember seeing the Mona Lisa, Eiffel Tower, Arch of Triumph and very little more. It would be fair to say I was too young to appreciate all Paris had to offer. My second visit was exactly 238 days prior to the millennium. My wife and I took a picture in front of the Eiffel Tower as the tower displayed a countdown of the number of days until the new millennium. It just happened to be my wife’s birthday, “Cinco de Mayo 1999” (the 5th of May). Annually Mexico honors the heroism and courage of the Mexican Army who defeated the larger more powerful French Army on May 5,1862 at the Battle of Puebla. I thought it ironic being from Mexican decent in Paris France on Cinco de Mayo. So, I did what any warm-blooded Mexican-American does on Cinco de Mayo, I celebrated kicking some French ass in Paris (lol). I’m glad nobody around me knew what hell I was celebrating, “Qué Viva Mexico!” My last visit to Paris occurred during Valentines’ Day 2019. My wife adores Paris. The museums, history, culinary feasts, fashion, romance and iconic sights frequently pull at her heart. I couldn’t think of a better place to be with her on Valentines Day 2019. We originally booked an Airbnb, but when we arrived at the unit I was stressfully uncomfortable. I didn’t feel safe from a fire safety perspective. The spiral stairwell was extremely narrow, no sprinklers, no fire escape or secondary egress, holes in the walls and exposed electrical wires and wood. I thought to myself if a fire were to occur the stairwell would act as a chimney and force the smoke and flames directly to the fourth floor and our only exit would be blocked (our unit was on the fourth floor). Have you ever heard of a death trap? If not you have now. No thank you! We lost over a few dollars not staying there but we wanted to enjoy our time in Paris and not worry about our survival. If I ever use Airbnb again I’ll ask the right questions regarding Fire Safety. Subsequently, we used Hotels.com to book a room at the Hotel Pont Royal. The Hotel Pont Royal was a life saver (no pun intended). I wish I had booked this place from the start. Excellent location, incredible friendly staff, concierge, big clean room, elevators, bar lounge, close to the metro, affordable and Safe, Perfect! We made sure to revisit our favorite places in Paris but we also tried a few new things. We took a crepe making class and French liquor master class. The Crepe making class was nice. We were the only people in the class so we had the instructor to ourselves. We learned how to make simple dessert and breakfast crepes. The French liquor master class was a different story. There were about six couples in the class and the group dynamics were a riot. We met people from Canada, Germany, New Orleans, Kansas and the Ukraine. We learned about French liquors and how to mix a couple Paris favorites like a “Gin Basil Smash” and a “Cosmo is not dead.” After the class we joined our instructor at one of his favorite bars the “Experimental Cocktail Club.” It had a nice vibe, pleasant crowd and lively music. We took a different approach for revisiting the Louvre and the Orsay Museums. We had guided tours for each and what a difference it made. Although we still have not seen it all, we got the most of what we did see. Our friends recommended a couple restaurants to visit and we tried both. I had lunch at the restaurant Chez Janou. I ordered the fish fry and veggies with a glass of chardonnay, tasty. One particular evening Norma and I had dinner at Le Bouledogue Restaurant Café & Brasserie. Norma had the Filet de boeuf and I had the Pan-fried Cod. The waiters were extremely helpful and the food was delicious. Be it was Valentines we decided to do something a little risqué, so we took in a show at the Moulin Rouge. The show was very entertaining and put us in that Valentines spirit, if you know what I mean ;-}. We had a great trip to the City of Love, Lights or Art. Call it what you want, to us it’s “Paris.”  AMDG      

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Thailand, sure why not? That’s what I said to myself when I was offered a condominium in the heart of Bangkok, Thailand. So, from October 16, 2018 through October 25, 2018 I visited one of the busiest, fast paced and beautiful places in Asia. If not for my friend and tour guide “Tik” I would have been lost in Bangkok, a city of over 8 million inhabitants. Initially I was overwhelmed by the fast pace of the city. Maybe jet lag had something to do with it but after a few days I seemed to get up to speed. Tik took me to see the Grand Palace, Reclining Buddha, Taling Chan Floating Market and the Chatuchak Weekend Market. The highlight of my time in Bangkok was a dinner cruise at dusk. The company, food and drink were fabulous while the city appeared alive and vibrant. The only caution I would advise when visiting Bangkok is the use of taxis. They appeared to be more interested in getting the most money out of you than getting you at your intended destination. I’ll share one experience with you. I had a taxi driver take me to the wrong airport after a concierge and I gave him directions. The driver refused to take any of my direction while driving to the wrong airport. I ended up paying him for the ride to the wrong airport and paid another taxi to take me to the correct airport (not fun!). Good thing I planned for the debacle. After a few days in Bangkok I took a short flight to the Island of Krabi. Krabi was one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever visited. The people, international flavor and tropical environment were incredible. Totally different experience with taxis in Krabi. They were very friendly and helpful getting you to your desired destination. I stayed at the Hula Hula Resort and Spa. This place was fantastic and extremely affordable. My room was huge, clean, had tropical feel and all the amenities I needed. Breakfast was nice and included during my stay. A significant highlight of the trip was renting a scooter for a day. I rode up and down the coast of Krabi visiting Kling Muang Beach, Overpass Hin Pheng, Leam Bong Beach and Tup Kaek Sunset Beach. The people were welcoming and the tropical surroundings serial. At one point I though I was hallucinating while riding, but the closer I got to the images the more real they became. Two elephants crossing the road right in front of me! That’s something I don’t see everyday. To say it was special would be an understatement. I look forward to another visit to the Islands of Thailand.

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From Wednesday, July 25, through Wednesday, August 8, 2018 Norma and I along with our friends, Randy and Madelynn, traveled to Europe and cruised the Rhine River on a Viking Cruise Ship charted by Tobin James Winery. The ship traveled from Basel Switzerland to Amsterdam. We made a total of seven stops including, Breisach Germany, Strasbourg France, Heidelberg Germany, Koblenz Germany, Cologne Germany, Kinderdijk Netherlands and Amsterdam. We had so many memorable experiences I can’t mention them all but I’ll share a few with you. Norma and I arrived in Basel few days early and took a train to Zermatt Switzerland. I had visited Zermatt once 52 years ago when I was only 15 years old. Although things have changed the “Little Bar” was still there! Once we met up with Randy and Madelynn we knew we were in for a goodtime. Before boarding the ship we spent a day taking in the sights in Zurich. We boarded the ship on Sunday, July 29, 2018. Randy and I decided to tour the Mercedes Benz factory in Rastatt Germany. We were in awe of how efficient the plant employees worked in tandem with the robotic assembly line to build some of the best vehicles in the world. The Schloss Heidelberg was one of many ancient castles we would visit during our cruise. The beer was bold and the wine from Tobin James was second to none and refreshing to say the least. Taking a stroll across the Alte Brücke Heidelberg Bridge made for a few nice captures. The Cologne Cathedral illuminated Gothic architecture in every form. Amsterdam and the Netherlands had to be our favorite stop. The Anne Frank Museum provided us a vivid account of what it was like to be Jewish during WWII. It’s hard to believe humans can have so much hate and be so cruel. Besides the windmills, cheese, and bikes, the culture and vibe of the city will lift your spirit. We had a wonderful experience with Randy and Madelynn and all of the great people from the Tobin James Winery Cruise Club. We hope to see you again in 2021!

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Since the cruise my close friend Randy perished in an accident. We worked together for 28 years as Firefighters and retired the same day. This was the first of many vacations we planned to have together. During the cruise I did my share of socializing with our fellow travelers. Randy was not a big drinker but yet he would sit next to me at the bar to make sure I wasn’t alone. We have a saying in the fire service “Two In Two Out.” He remained loyal to those words even after we retired. Randy was a “Role Model” to all.  I’m so glad that Randy and Madelynn invited us to join them on this cruise. RIP Randy… AMDG.

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From May 9 through May 16, 2018 I visited the amazing City of Prague in the Czech Republic.  Getting to Prague from the airport was really easy.  A short bus ride and quick ride on the Metro and I found myself in the middle of it.  I intended to stay in a hostel during my visit but when I arrived I was pleasantly taken back by the youth and high energy.  The hostel was alive and jumping.  Had I been twenty years younger it would’ve been perfect!  I had no problem finding a great place to stay just around the corner.  The Elite Hotel a small boutique place. Quant with all the amenities you want.  More my speed these days (Haha).  Although the Astronomical Clock was under repair the rest of the City lived up to the hype.  The Saint Charles Bridge was quite the experience.  It’s more than a bridge; it felt like the main artery of the city. From one side of the bridge to the other you can find exceptional artists, statues, musicians and people from all over the world. The architecture in this medieval city is incredible.  If you’ve never been to Prague be sure to place on your bucket list. Make sure to visit the Prague Castle, St. Vitus Cathedral, Lennon Wall, Old Town Square and if you have enough time take a day trip to Českÿ Krumlov.  There are plenty of good places to have a beer or a drink.  For a beer I’d recommend U Flekû and to have a quality drink checkout the Hemingway Bar, the bartenders know mixing. AMDG

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January 2018 marked my sons 28th birthday. To celebrate he planned a quick trip to Portland Oregon. He invited some family and friends and off we went. I’d been to Oregon once before about four years ago to watch my other son play lacrosse against UO and OSU. This trip was a different spontaneous adventure. We stayed at McMenamins Kennedy School. Kennedy Elementary School has been a beloved fixture of its Northeast Portland neighborhood since 1915. McMenamins renovated the once-abandoned scholastic gem and turned it into Portland's most unique hotel. Here you'll find 57 comfy guestrooms with private baths and telephones (some fashioned from former classrooms complete with original chalkboards and cloakrooms – others with an author's theme), a restaurant, multiple small bars, a movie theater, soaking pool, gift shop and a brewery (just wait until the principal hears about this!). Extensive original artwork and historical photographs cover the walls, ceilings, doorways and hallways. We had a great time visiting several Bars and Pubs; lets not forget the karaoke with the one and only “Scotty Fresh!” One afternoon we walked into “The Station” Pizza Pub. Built in 1931. This building was the original home of Northwestern Electric Company. If you look around and you’ll notice subtle reminders of the power stations great past. Skylights have replaced the ventilation shafts, wood floor panels cover the former generator pits and the high voltage rack is still attached to the ceiling in the bar area. On a crisp morning we had breakfast at “Pine State Biscuits” on Alberta Street. The restaurant began as a brainchild centered on a quest for the perfect homemade biscuit. The owners know biscuits growing up in North Carolina, but having relocated to Portland, Oregon. From Portland Maine to Portland Oregon one thing remains constant, great people, friends and family. AMDG.

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A few years ago one of my brothers asked me to talk to his son regarding joining the United States Coast Guard. My brother hoped I would talk my nephew into considering going to college instead of the joining the Service. Well, I must confess, I had no intention to discourage him from pursuing his passion. My only question to him was “is that what you truly wanted to do?” I hope I never discouraged anyone, especially my nieces and nephews, from pursuing their career dreams and goals. He was sincere, focused and determined. I looked him in the eyes and said “go for it Johnny!” “Don’t let anyone write your story.” He has since traveled throughout the U.S. and South America including, Panama, Costa Rica, Cozumel Mexico and the Caribbean. He’s been permanently assigned in Charleston South Carolina, San Francisco Bay Area (Vallejo) and is currently stationed in Portland Maine. Portland has got to be his most challenging assignment to date. I spent five days with him and his new wife from the 14th through the 19th of December 2017. The average temperature was 28 degrees, at times hitting the teens. Although it was really cold we had a great time! We visited several different breweries, bars, restaurants and landmarks. I always wanted to visit Maine and never thought I’d have family there. When I arrived in Portland we stopped in at the “King’s Head.” It was an excellent restaurant/bar with great service and appetizers. The fried pickles were my favorite. Binga’s Stadium was a pretty cool Sports Bar. We went back a second time for the Buffalo Wings. “The Porthole” Restaurant was nice and the clam chowder was good. On Sunday morning I attended Mass at the “Immaculate Conception Catholic Church” in downtown Portland. It was a nice traditional service. Dinner at “El Rodeo” Mexican Restaurant was a nice surprise. I’d been hearing monster stories of the Mexican food in Portland Maine. On the contrary the food was outstanding! I had the Beef and Chicken Molcujete and a Chavela. The Chile Rellenos were also pretty darn good! My last meal in Portland was a home cooked traditional lobster dinner. We picked up some live lobsters and oysters at the Harbor Fish Market. Johnny’s wife is a great cook. Dinner was delicious. As I’m traveling home I’m reminiscing on my discussion with Johnny regarding the Coast Guard. Not for one bit do I regret advising him to pursue his dreams. I managed to have few minutes alone with him the night before I departed. I told him how proud I was of him. He’s traveled the Americas and been more places than most young people his age just dream of. The one bit of new advice I gave him was to ensure he takes care of the most important part of his new life in the Coast Guard... his family. I know he will. AMDG

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Forty-one years ago I had the once in a lifetime opportunity to bike Europe. It was the summer of 1976. While most Americans were home celebrating our nations bicentennial, I was biking Europe with some great people. A few would remain close friends to this day. From December 1-5, 2017, I reunited with two of my best friends from the trip, Rodney & Arthur. An opportunity to reunite presented itself and we quickly booked our travel to Kauai Hawaii. As soon as we got together it was like nothing had changed. Laughing and smiling like we were kids again, but now with thinning grey hair, a few wrinkles, a couple pounds heavier and comparatively speaking an abundance of wisdom. We reminisced about our experience in Europe and High School. Although we appeared the same on the outside we knew we had a tremendous amount of life experience we could never explain or truly understand. It’s hard to believe we’re Grandparents and none of us have any of our parents around any more. Life appears to fly by, but a lot happens in forty-one years. Rodney’s been practicing dentistry for 30 years, Arthur’s been a criminal lawyer for 30 years and I recently retired as a Chief Officer in the San Jose Fire Department. We have unequivocally been “Men in the arena.” Can’t help but think of what my Pop use to tell me “Alberto, show me your friends and I’ll show you your future.” My Pop was right. As I’m writing this post I realize my Pop’s would have been 101 years old today, born December 19, 1916. Happy Birthday Pop! AMDG

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Our experience in Portugal was captured in my mind as good people and pleasant surprises. As we boarded our flight to Seville Spain I was somewhat apprehensive due to their current political climate. Catalonia was/is pursuing its independence from Spain. Being from the California Republic I really can’t understand the true conflict connected to this civil discord. Oh well! I’m committed to minding my own business, seeking understanding and respecting both, Spain and Catalonia perspectives. As we arrived in Seville I couldn’t help but notice an abundance of Spanish flags hanging from balconies and windows”Bravo!?” We stayed at the Q & Q Cathedral Suites, just a couple blocks from the Seville Cathedral. It was close to the center of town within walking distance to restaurants, bars and significant landmarks. We visited the Metropol Parisol, Plaza de España, Plaza de Toros, Cerverceria Internacional, Museo de Baile Flamenco, Bar Estrella and a few other places. Our time in Sevilla limited so we were selective in choosing where to visit. The Metropol Parisol was very interesting. It felt like the past artistic traditions of Spain clashing with future modern art era. The views from atop the structure were impressive. Our visit to the Plaza de Toros was emotional for me. I was torn between the brutal killing of bulls and the courage of the matador starring into the eyes of death. Wrong or right, I was impressed by the honor and courage of the Matadors. I learned, didn’t judge. The Plaza de España was beautiful, filled with mosaic tile and perpetuated the pride of Spain.

From Seville we took a train to Granada Spain. The scenery was amazing through the Andalusia countryside. We stayed at the Hotel Párraga Siete Suites Granada. The hotel hosts were very welcoming and friendly. They answered all our questions and assisted us in getting around efficiently. After a week of traveling we needed to do some laundry and went to CE Colada Express Laundromat. It was clean with big machines that were easy to use. No need to buy laundry detergent, the washing machines automatically dispenses the detergent. Granada was incredible. I visited a lot of places in Granada and I’ll share a few of my favorites. The Alcazaba Castle in Alhambra is a must visit. If you don’t get tickets before you most likely won’t be able to enter. Nonetheless, there are plenty of amazing places to visit outside the castle. The Museo de Alhambra, Palace of Charles V and La Iglesia de Santa Maria de Alhambra. That evening after our return to the hotel, based on the recommendation of the hotel attendant, we walked to Calle Nava for beers and tapas. There’s a vast selection tapa bars on both sides of the Calle/Street. Several looked interesting, but one in particular caught my eye, El Tabernaculo. The Tanernaculo is filled with religious pictures, crucifixes, and shields of saints and other like items. Our host Jorge was quite a character. A more experienced gentleman along with the wisdom to go with it. The beers were cold, tapas were excellent and the conversation was even better. Ask Anthony Bourdain, he’s been there. We couldn’t visit Granada without attending a flamenco show so we attended a show at the “Venta El Gallo” Cueva Flamenca. We had dinner prior to the show, tapas, olives and sangria that was ok.  The olives were great but the show was even better! It was well worth the effort to catch the show.

Our last stop on this trip to Spain was off the east coast of Barcelona, the Island of Mallorca.  I saved the best for last. From Granada we took a short direct flight to Palma Mallorca. When we arrived at our hotel, the Palacio Ca Sa Galesa, there was a mix-up with our reservation. The hotel did not have a room for me for the first night. The hotel staff was genuinely apologetic and said they would take care of everything due to their mistake. To their word they put us up at the GPRO Valparaiso Palace and Spa. Wow! What a nice place to end up. We had a really nice large room with a gorges view of the bay from the balcony.  We had access to all the spa amenities and swimming pools. We enjoyed dinner at the pool while a trio played smooth sounds in the lounge. After my experience at the Valparaiso I didn’t want to go back to the Palacio Galesa. The next day a taxi picked us up and took us to the Palacio Galesa. The staff there was very accommodating. To make up for the mix up we were given a complementary one-hour massage, one-day rental car and continental breakfast every morning.  Gustavo showed us around the hotel and facilities. It was pretty nice and included a spa, sauna, steam room, library, terrace with a beautiful view of the bay and cathedral.  Our room was large and rustic with a jacuzzi tub.  That evening after taking a nap and freshening up we attended mass at the Mallorca Cathedral.  The day before at the Valparaiso Palace I read a program from Mallorca Music Festival currently taking place.  The Festival sounded like fun but I thought it would be difficult to get tickets so I didn’t make the effort.  As fate would have it after mass the Mallorca Cathedral hosted a double tribute to the figure of Bach, Sponsored by the Mallorca Music Festival. Bach had a religious concept of music and understood it as the most powerful means to glorify God.  It was an awesome performance.  The next day we explored Mallorca in a Fiat 500C.  We stopped in the small town of Port de la Colobra and had a drink in a local pub.  As we sat back enjoyed our drink and the scenery a special song began to play, Van Morrison “Brown Eyed Girl.”  It was the Father/Daughter song I danced to with my Daughter Denise at her wedding.  Our next stop was Cala Banyalbufar.  I parked a good downhill hike from the beach.  Unfortunately that meant it was a tough walk uphill back but it was worth it.  The cliffs were amazing and the water was turquoise and blue, just beautiful.  The views were majestic.  I wanted to catch the sunset at the beach of Magaluf about 7 miles outside of Mallorca.  The beach was great and we got there at the perfect time to watch the sun slowly fall into the Balearic Sea.  By the time we got back to our hotel we were pretty hungry and wanted something different.  One restaurant caught my eye, “Daruma Restaurante Japones.”  Immediately we noticed how clean and neat it was.  We were greeted with smiles and seated quickly.  As we looked at the menu I literally noticed a “Boat Load of Sushi” being served to a couple seated near us.  Really, it was a boat about two feet long full of sushi!  We asked the waiter about it and decided to order one.  The chef selected the sushi.  It was my favorite meal of the entire trip.  The sushi was fresh and full of flavor.  We asked to meet the chef and Chef Hisao Sugita came out and introduced himself.  Not only did he take the time to explain all the sushi we ate, but he also told us a little about his journey line.  If you’re ever in Palma de Mallorca make sure visit “Daruma Restaurante Japones.”  Say hello to Chef Hisao Sugita and ask for a Boat Load of Sushi and a side of “Toro Sushi.”  On the morning we departed Mallorca for home we had breakfast on the terrace of the Palacio Galesa.  It was a gorges morning as the sun bounced off the Mallorca Cathedral and glistened off the Balearic Sea. -AMDG     

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The first time Norma and I visited Spain we stayed in Barcelona for a week.  We enjoyed our visit and were determined to return one day, maybe not to Barcelona but Spain for sure.  In mid October 2017 we did just that.  Our two-week trip started with a detour to Lisboa, Portugal.  My first impression of Lisboa was one of confusion.  I didn’t know what to think of all the graffiti.  I’m not talking about a few buildings marked up; there was graffiti everywhere.  Few buildings and walls were spared from taggers.  Many buildings seemed to be dilapidated and crumbling.  I guess I was expecting something different, not sure what, but not that.  It reminded me of certain parts of Mexico.  After a while I got used to the graffiti and began to appreciate it somewhat.  We visited Obidos, Nazaré, Alcobaca, Fatima, Sintra, and Cascais. Most of our time was spent in Lisboa.  Obidos is a small medieval village north of Lisboa.  As you enter the walls of the Obidos Castle it opens up to vast shops and boutiques.  The coffee and pastries are excellent.  Nazaré is a beach town on the west coast of Portugal.  The sand is fine grain and the water is a blue turquoise.  The town of Alcobaca is best known for its monastery “The Monastery of Alcobaca.”  It was built after the conquest of the Moors in 1147.  On October 13, 2017 we were blessed to be present in Fatima for the 100th anniversary of the last apparition of Our Lady of Fatima.  She last appeared on October 13, 1917.  In Sintra you will find the Pena Palace.  The palace is amazing.  We took a train from Lisboa to Sintra and then jumped on a tour bus to Pena Palace.  Cascais is on the edge of the Atlantic side of Portugal.  It’s a nice coastal town with plenty of restaurants, shops, bars and vistas like “Boca do Inferno.”  The food was really good, especially if you are a seafood lover.  I enjoyed it, but I also enjoyed a couple of Indian and Chinese restaurants.  As I’ve stated in my previous posts, it’s the people you meet that make your visit special.  Just below from where we stayed was a café that served late night.  There was always someone there having a good time.  I know I did a couple nights.  We befriended a waiter named Bernhard.  He took really good care of us and answered all our tourist questions.  When we departed he called us a cab and even helped us with our luggage.  Yup, it’s all about the people.  What graffiti?  AMDG          

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There’s a reason why they call it the “Big Easy.”  Maybe because it’s easy to be as happy, sad, polite or rude as you want to be.  For me it’s a “Big Easy” state of mind.  Be yourself, do what you want, respect individualism, step outside your comfort zone and have fun. The reputation of the cuisine of New Orleans precedes itself and did not disappoint.  From zesty charbroiled oysters to delightful sweet beignets, the food was scrumptious.  Two of my favorite places to eat were found off the beaten path.  The BBQ at “the Joint” was off the hook.  The brisket and pulled pork was tender and juicy.  After being put in my place by a local women taxi cab driver, we found ourselves at “Neyow’s Creole Café.”  The stuffed shrimp, fried chicken and mac-n-cheese were outstanding ...can’t forget to mention the Bow-Wow cocktail, one’s enough!  Pat O’Briens was a classic piano bar experience.  Just let your hair down and go with the flow.  I still can’t get “Sweet Caroline… DaDaDa” out of my mind.  La Habana Hemingway Cigars had a great selection and courteous staff.  Nice shop for cigar aficionados.  I’m not a big gambler by nature, but when you’re in New Orleans all bets are on.  I had a great time playing craps.  At one point I was betting over three hundred dollars on one throw of the dice.  Although I ended up losing in the end, it was exhilarating.  As I walked near the intersection of Cannel and Bourbon Street I met a local gentleman who challenged me to a game of chess.  It cost me $10 to play and well worth the experience.  I was no match for his chess skills.  While our chess match was not very competitive, our conversation was entertaining and genuine.  The National World War II Museum (NWWIIM) in New Orleans is a must see attraction.  In contrast earlier this year I took a trip to Japan and visited the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum (HPMM).  When I left the HPMM I remember feeling ashamed and sickened of the actions taken by humans against humans.  It’s extremely difficult to understand how any country can justify using an atomic bomb to indiscriminately kill over 200,000 people regardless of age, gender, friend or foe.  The NWWIIM provided me a deeper understanding of the allied perspective and decision-making process of the war.  I can only hope that we humans learn from our history and never use these weapons again. “Good times never seemed so good” in the “Big Easy.” AMDG

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Being born and raised in the bay area I’ve had the opportunity to interact with a substantial number of Japanese Americans.  Neighbors, colleagues, friends, classmates and family members have all influenced my perspective on the Japanese culture.  Earlier this year I had the privilege of traveling to Japan for two weeks with my son.  We visited Tokyo, Hakone, Kyoto, Hiroshima, Nagoya and several other smaller towns.  My perspective on the Japanese culture will forever be enlightened.  If I must describe Japan in a few words I would use honor, respect, pride and humility.  I say this for one reason, “the people.”  No matter what they did they did it with those four attributes.  Waiters, taxi drivers, hotel hosts, security guards, etc.  It’s the people of Japan that make it a great country.  The population of Tokyo is just over 32,000,000, which makes it the largest city in the world.  With that in mind it was hard to understand how Tokyo could be such a clean city.  While walking through the streets it was difficult to find a trashcan.  I asked myself, how could fewer trashcans make a city cleaner?  The public transportation system is extensive, complex but very efficient. How could this be?  Answer: Honor, Respect, Pride and Humility.   AMDG

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When I became a father hundreds of thoughts ran through my mind.  Questions I had no answers for.  The responsibilities of fatherhood were incomprehensible.  Everyday necessities were a challenge.  Life was so uncertain.  My only hope was to pursue, in action and faith, the characteristics of a good father.  I wondered if I would ever have the opportunity to experience the most significant days of fatherhood.  On March 11, 2017 I had the honor of walking my daughter down the isle on her wedding day.  I was in the moment and captured every second.  When she was born I couldn’t imagine that day would ever come.  The day has passed and is becoming a distant memory.  In the blink of an eye a fathers uncertainty has become a life well lived.  AMDG.     

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The Olmosgang February 2017 at the Olmos Cabaña

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The Olmos Brothers and Sisters Retreat 2016 Pajaro Dunes.