After my hike on Cowles Mountain I hurried to make it back to Coronado Island, just across the bay from San Diego, on time. It’s a special night. It is the one evening a year that the Hotel del Coronado lights up and transforms into a winter wonderland and opens the holiday season with a bang. A bang I wasn’t going to miss.
Walking along the boardwalk, as I got closer to the festivities, I could hear the holiday music get a little louder as I approached. All around me were the sounds of people talking, laughing and enjoying this lovely Southern California night. I saw the strands of lights over the already open ice rink, like strings of pearls sparkling in the open sea air. I jockeyed my way past people from all over, swarming in the area to take part in this festive occasion. In the sand next to me, were the holiday booths and games set up for the childrens entertainment, complete with prizes. Also set up were stage performances, Santa’s Village and of course, the spectacular and famous Christmas tree in the beautiful and historic lobby of the hotel. It all looked like fun and I wanted to stop for a quick game or perhaps a cup of holiday cheer, but I was running out of time. I headed out onto the wide open beach to prepare for the explosive fireworks display yet to come.
Wading out into the chilly Pacific, camera in one hand and tripod in the other, I made my way to a spot where I was hoping I could see the fireworks display and the historical hotel in the same shot. At first I waded out near where the large rocks are in the water, on the side closest to the hotel. The waves were crashing into me and I was getting deeper and deeper in the nippy water. Worried about falling and destroying my camera, I headed back. This wasn’t going to work, I needed to go to the other side of the rocks in less than five minutes because the fireworks were about to begin. I made my way, stumbling over slippery, wet and slimy rocks until I felt the soft sand beneath my water shoes. Much more secure, I hurriedly got up the beach and onto the other side of the large rock area. The beach there was much more level and I was able to make my way farther out into the surf and was still only thigh deep. I set up my tripod and put my camera on. It was a fairly good location. Taking images in the water is difficult with the waves moving the camera. With each wave I had to pick up the tripod, set it back down, compose, shoot and hope the image turned out without blurriness. I peeked at the LCD on the back on my camera on occasion, and was pleased with a couple of shots. I continued to take them until the fireworks were over, one after another in hopes of getting a photo I loved. Applause errupted on the boardwalk next to the hotel. I smiled and agreed with the response. The fireworks were lovely and now everyone on this island can thrust headlong into the holiday season. With the last boom of a firecracker burning out over the ocean, it was announced that it was time to shop, drink and be merry.
Heading back onto dry sand, I looked and the moon rise behind the hotel was becoming quite stunning. The misty clouds covered pieces of the moon as if the man up there was a little shy in coming out. The sky was tranquil, black and friendly. It looked like very dark hot chocolate with a little whipped cream melting and smearing across the surface of the mug. I paused, looking at the moon over the Coronado Shores. These very expensive condos with commanding views of the Pacific, looked amazingly beautiful in the moonlight.
Once back on the boardwalk I stopped to take in the beauty of the Del all lit up against the black sky making it look like an ornament on a Christmas tree. Lights were strung to outline each and every historic line of the building, brightly pointing out it’s shape and size. Once again I set up my tripod to capture the moon next to the famous and iconic turret. The palm trees were changing colors in each successive shot I took. I have a love affair with this hotel. Being a lover of history and architecture, whenever I live in Southern California I make certain I’m close to this architectural and historical beauty. This icon is the center gem and attached to it are the other spectacular hotels, boutiques, restaurants and events that together become a piece of jewelry disguised as a community. It’s friendly here, quiet and now all dressed up and ready for the holidays. Satisfied I had gotten an image I would be happy with, I began to make my way back home, now chilled from being almost waist deep in the cold ocean water. As I walked along, I made a slushing sound on the sidewalk. I found that funny. My water shoes and the bottom of my pants were covered in wet sand. The night air was cool but pleasant, the moon now high in the sky and shining brightly. The man up there decided to come out after all. I took my shoes off and contemplated a hot bath and after that I thought, perhaps some cocoa.
This historic inn is the former residence of John Spreckles, a previous owner of the Hotel del Coronado. The main house is a step back in time complete with luxurious linens, comfortable beds and grand surroundings. It is my absolute favorite hotel to stay in on the island and I recommend it highly. But again, only in the main house.
As a former Innkeeper I know what bed and breakfasts are supposed to be like and this one is close to perfection. The innkeepers are friendly and helpful. The rooms in the historic home have a rustic look and a comfortable, relaxing feel. The grounds are lovely and inside are lots of spots to sit, relax, and read a book or enjoy a cup of tea.
Although a little bit of a drive down the strand and away from the main village of Coronado, this luxury hotel is an excellent choice. Beautiful and almost every room has a view. Next to the marina and offering lots of activities on the water.
Christmas time has come to Southern California and I seem to be finding it unsatisfying so far. There is no snow, no frost, no feeling in the air that the season has changed. I’ve recently moved back to San Diego from the Northeast and now I’m wondering if I’ve made the right decision. I’ve lived in Southern California before so I knew what to expect. I also knew what I was missing while in New England: the ocean. I missed the ocean so badly I could taste it. It was constantly on my mind. I know what you’re thinking- “There’s an ocean in New England”. Trust me, it’s not the same. The Pacific offers warm ocean breezes, the pounding surf, wide soft sandy beaches and spectacular sunsets with the possibility of a green flash. Beaches here are very different from those on the other coast. In New England most of the breezes are chilly for much of the year, the beaches are rocky and the sun sets in the wrong place, at least in my eyes. On the other hand, this holiday, I am unable to take a long drive down a country road and see deer in the snow covered hills. I am not going to be bundled up in my heavy robe, hot chocolate in hand, watching the snow fall out my front window ( I also won‘t be shoveling it). Here, I have snowflakes hanging from my beautifully lit Christmas tree and from the ceiling of my apartment. Here there is no chance of snow, but I feel like Christmas is still around if I look for it. During this time of year, no matter where I am, I reflect on the meaning of Christmas, what it means to me and decide how to make it special.
Sure, shoppers fill the malls, as they do on both coasts looking for the perfect gift to bestow on the person they love. Families go to the home of a relative and have dinner, watch the games and let’s face it, some of the relatives fight amongst themselves, because that’s what some families do….right? But I think if you look you can find holiday spirit and perhaps, the meaning of Christmas wherever you are.
The other day, I attended the Hotel Del Coronado’s holiday festival. I wasn’t going there to find the meaning of Christmas. I just wanted to go see the spectacular tree they put in their lobby every year and the fireworks, but I got much more than I bargained for. During this festival there were games and prize booths for the kids, food stands with everything from BBQ to warm, sugar covered donuts and coffee. There was the wonderful ice skating rink nestled next to the sea and those familiar ocean breezes I moved 3000 miles to feel again. To kick the night off there were fireworks over the water. A lovely display that was brief, colorful and spectacular with a backdrop of the beautifully lit Hotel Del Coronado behind it. After getting quite wet to photograph them, (I waded into the surf to get the best vantage point) I walked into the hotel to view the decorated trees, which were beautiful, ornately decorated and lovely. As I strolled past the booths of laughing children playing carnival style family-friendly games, I again contemplated the meaning of Christmas. I suppose it’s only natural at the beginning of the season to ask that question. People reflect on the year and things they’ve done and sometimes berate themselves for the things they didn’t. I’m certain we’re all too hard on ourselves, and rarely give credit for what we did accomplish.
I walked around with my toes squishing around in my very wet tennis shoes and I realized that everywhere I looked I saw the meaning of Christmas. A father hoisted his child up onto his shoulders to give him a better look, teenage girls laughed together watching boys with all the possibilities of life ahead of them. A mother held her child’s hand pointing out a Santa Clause or snowman on the tree. A smile, holding hands, laughter, these are the true meaning of Christmas and that night they were happening all around me.
Although I miss New England, I realize that Christmas happens everywhere. Whatever form it comes in, bundled up with parkas and scarves or in shorts and flip flops with a sweatshirt, there is one universal way we all celebrate. It’s not about gifts. It’s about being with the people we love. Days and nights filled with laughter, a smile, a hug and just the very act of being together.
I walked home feeling very Christmassy (is that a word?) indeed, singing a Christmas carol to myself, happy that I’d moved back to a place I love, looking forward to Christmas morning with my husband, feeling the same joy as a child. Perhaps I will make cookies later.
The Fourth of July on Coronado is quite special. It’s a glimpse into Small Town, USA, rarely seen anymore and always longed for. But it’s still here and you can be part of it, even if only for a day or two. It all starts with a parade.
The parade route, going down Orange Avenue is marked at the end in grand style by the spectacular Hotel del Coronado. This ritual has been going for the last 63 years and it’s still a big hit every year. People are lined up, without an empty space in sight, waiting for hours for the parade to begin. It’s filled with floats, classic cars, clowns and, of course, military bands. After all, this is a military town.
During the parade, it’s interesting to watch the viewers as the military bands and groups walked by. Everyone stood, a true sign of thanks and respect for what these brave men and women do for us everyday.
After the parade, the merriment on the island is just getting started. There are so many things to see and do it’s almost endless. You may be hungry for lunch now, provided you didn’t buy food from people walking by with items for purchase from local restaurants. If you did, then it’s time to head to the Ferry Landing for a concert in the park. Or perhaps, since it’s a warm day in early July, you’d like to head to the beach to cool off in the surf. Again, with the Hotel del Coronado as a backdrop, this picturesque beach is sandy, warm, wonderful and one of the best. Playing in the waves is a nice way to spend a holiday afternoon.
Now that your cooled off and cleaned up, it’s time to head over to Spreckels Park for another concert. Get there early because finding space is reminiscent of the parade route, but completely worth it. On the agenda for today is music with patriotic flair. The music is sure to please this ‘Support the Troops’ crowd, not to mention a great lead in to the festivities later in the day.
Fireworks! Can America’s birthday be celebrated in any other way? What would this day be without those spectacular bombs bursting in air? All the colors, shapes and sparkles filling the sky. The air is filled with “ooohs” and “aaahhhs” from the appreciative spectators who’ve planned for this all year. This years display was one of the largest in the Western US and made only better by the company’s commitment not to pollute the waters. We all enjoyed the display knowing that our pristine bay and view of downtown would be as perfect tomorrow as it was today.
To take in the view in style make sure to visit one of the many Ferry Landing restaurants, all excellent and worth trying. You better be willing to stand in line because everyone wants to partake of the outstanding cuisine here. A great meal only enhances a perfect day.
Regretfully this day will end in this lovely small town. Residents will head back to their homes and visitors to their hotel rooms. We’ll fall asleep to ‘When the Saints Go Marching In’. They may not be sugar plums, but the fireworks will be dancing in our heads. We smile in our slumber looking forward to next year.
Next year the lineup will be similar. The parade, concerts, pristine beach, great restaurants and fireworks display will all be there. It’s perfect, fun and although it doesn’t change much, we that live here look forward to it every year. For those of you that want immerse yourself in this perfection, you should make a reservation for your hotel right now. They fill up fast. People want to feel , just for a little while, like they live in the most perfect little town in the world. I’m glad I do.
It’s early in the afternoon on this warm summer day and I go sit at the beach to think, and do some writing. There’s a soft breeze and the air smells good. The sun feels good. It doesn’t take long for me to feel sticky from the salty breeze. I’m soaking in every moment. I’ve been away too long.
I moved to Connecticut from California for a job about eight years ago. It was a dream job, a job I’d always wanted to do. I did it for love, but when it ended, broken up, I promised myself I would never take a job solely for money. Next job, I did. Laid off, and now unemployed I’m looking for permanent work but also trying to make something of myself as a photographer and writer. I love traveling and want my passions to pay for it. Currently living in San Diego with many opportunities to photograph and write, I should be content. But I long for living out of a suitcase, street food vendors, foreign languages and cultures, and breathtaking architecture and history.
A women walks by me, she’s visiting here and she speaks French to her companion. One of the romantic languages. I loved listening to it in Paris.
Paris. The city of love is appropriately named. No one there takes a job just for the money. I know that’s not true, but I want it to be true. I want to live there and paint in the same spot where geniuses painted. I want the inspiration of the city to move me to write and photograph better.
Our first day we just meandered through much of the city watching the Parisians rush through their day. Probably going to jobs they hate just like we do. Our first stop was the Eiffel Tower after walking along the Seine. What a sight! You can, of course, see it in the distance from the banks of the water, but once you come upon it, it took my breath away. It told my disbelieving mind that I am now truly in Paris. The land of Kings, priceless works of art, impressive architecture and much to my surprise, friendly people. The Eiffel Tower, which was built to only be in it’s place temporarily, is still there over 100 years later. I’m glad it is. Although new in comparison to the some of the ancient parts of the city, it is truly the one sight that epitomizes Paris. But wait, it got better. When night fell on the city of lights, the tower lit up from underneath with lights that gave a golden glow that you can see for miles and every hour the tower lights glittered and sparkled like a disco ball. Quite beautiful.
Reminds me of the San Diego skyline. Equally beautiful. Big buildings, lovely architecture. Sure none of it was built hundreds of years ago, but it’s still gorgeous. Why isn’t it enough?
Notre Dame, built well before San Diego, is marvelous. I couldn’t wait to see it. Huge and spectacular and powerful. Heavily ornamental yet simplistic in design, it is a sight to behold. We took the 400 plus stairs up to the top of the cathedral to see Paris from the view point of the birds. I wish we had gone up on a clear day. If we had I’m sure we could have seen three countries easily. That day was very overcast and gray and my pictures clearly reflect that. While up there we took a close look at the gargoyles. Designed to be water spouts they are remarkable in their own right with faces that border on demented and evil, on this building designed to be a place of worship, and house of love.
I love churches. Every size, shape and religion. Being in them, feeling safe and full of peace. Relishing in their ornamentation and beauty. I love photographing them. I would make a living from only photographing churches, if I could. Oh, if only I could.
Art too. Well how can you love to paint and photograph without loving art? Paris is full of amazing art. Art that moved me, angered me and compelled me to look at it. Numerous museums housed works of art that moved me emotionally. The most famous of these would have to be the Louvre. The largest museum in the world and home to none other than the Mona Lisa, Venus de Milo and too many others to name. The day spent here was overwhelming and for me, much too short because I just couldn’t take it all in. But fortunately I have a camera. I filled card after card in my digital camera. I must have taken two thousand pictures here. Maybe a slight exaggeration.
Museum d’Orsay is another art museum but the priceless works of art were more recent. 18th and 19th century and much of the art is impressionism. which I enjoy, but my husband doesn’t. Something about the messiness draws me in. Next to Montmartre, where famous painters from practically every era came to paint in the square. The day we arrived there, the square was filled with easels, canvases and people milling about looking for the perfect painting to mount on their wall at home.
I didn’t buy one. I wanted to take the inspiration of the city home with me and let my photographs be my paintings. Or paint something fabulous myself.
But the concept of home is forever changed now that I’ve been here. The pictures and souvenirs I took home are not enough. Paris has stolen my heart. I came home and began decorating and designing to give me the feeling like I never left and somehow no matter where I go, I don’t think I will ever leave Paris. It’s one of those cities that stays with you. A welcome addition to your heart. A heart filled with a longing to return. I want to return.
I walk home from the beach and spend a few minutes looking at my pictures of Paris on my computer. I see the influences I’ve put into my home. The fleur de lis, the lamps I bought there, the towels in my kitchen. Reminding myself of our time there. In the grand scheme of time, only a moment.
With my current moments, I should be sitting down to write the current story I’m working on. I close out the pictures and get back to work. I need to practice my writing and photography skills, learn how to promote my blog, improve my social media skills and win the lottery. All in one day.
I have a charm that I picked up of the Eiffel Tower while I was in Paris. I wonder if it’s similar to a rabbit’s foot and if I rub it all my dreams will come true? I think I’ll try. Perhaps I should get my luggage out just in case.
The smell of popcorn is filling the air with a scent the residents of this community thought they might not enjoy ever again. But after more than a decade the historic Village Theater on Coronado is finally open again.
Plagued by problems including a building in severe disrepair, asbestos and, of course, funding, this re-opening has been long in coming. Most residents of this lovely island would walk by the shut up landmark, built in 1947, and have fond memories of going to a movie with family and friends. But for so many years the seats sat empty, rotting, a lonely, seemingly unwanted relic.
However, this treasure never unwanted, abandoned or forgotten. In fact, many in this community rallied around the theater like wrapping it in a blanket of love. Now, the transition is complete and the blanket is coming off, revealing a 3 million dollar renovation that brings back the glory days of this beautiful old theater, only better.
There’s an Art Deco mural behind the concession stand, new carpet designed only for this theater, a state of the art sound system, and a new ticket booth out front reminiscent of days past. But the take-your-breath-away moment comes when you walk down the short hallway into the main showing hall. The murals on the wall are so magnificent I’m sure I’m not the only one who had tears well up in their eyes. On one side is a mural of Coronado and on the other is the downtown San Diego skyline. Both were clearly painted by a skilled craftsman that obviously fell head over heals in love with the old theater, because the end result is truly a labor of love.
I understand being completely taken with this old theater and being part of this grand opening for me brings back fond memories. My husband and I lived on this island when the theater was operating before and we would have ‘island night’. We’d walk down Orange Avenue, go to dinner and then catch a movie. It didn’t matter that the seats had so many holes that you had to bring a seat cover and do your best not to fall through. The sound system wasn’t that great and the screen had rips, tears and pieces missing. But, I think these were some of the most romantic nights I can recall in our long and wonderful marriage. We had since moved away but would occasionally visit, always saddened by the loss of our beloved theater. Recently, after deciding to move back to the island again, we were thrilled to see work being done on the place.
So, hand in hand he and I went to dinner and then attended the grand opening. The seats, perfect, plush and new were filled once again with families, kids and movie lovers young and old. Everyone attending was awed by the work and love put into this old place and moved by the commitment and passion put into the job. The smell of popcorn was wafting out onto the street for residents and visitors alike to enjoy and be enticed in. The ticket booth was open and probably the best part of the evening was that there was a long line of people wanting to buy tickets to get into the next movie.