So the monkey has been really busy. As in crashing on one major proposal after another, sweating in those 18-hour days, composing hundred-page attachments and losing his eyesight in spreadsheets with dozens upon dozens of linked tabs. Some of you know how that goes. Anyway, last month Kongo got a new birthday camera but hasn’t had that much time to play with it. This past week, with Mrs. Kongo back in Boston playing with the new granddaughter (her name is Persephone, BTW) Kongo put the computer in sleep mode and went out to spend a few hours at sunset. The image above is the San Diego skyline from the lawn next to Peohe’s in Coronado. Continue reading
This week Ailsa theme challenges us with travel merchandise and Kongo immediately thought of all the junk, uh…I mean of course souvenirs hand crafted by indigenous artisans in local villages high in the Andes…that he came across during a recent trip to Peru and Machu Pichu. The markets were teeming with all kinds of stuff like the cloth and dolls above and the bull below which is a symbol of fertility in the Andes mountains.
Yesterday was just one of those days where nothing turned out the way you thought it would. Kongo was up before the crack of dawn in Jacksonville to pack for an early flight back to the West Coast. About 10 minutes before boarding his 45-minute flight to ATL where he had a short connection to catch the SAN flight the monkey gets a cryptic text from his youngest wondering if the monkey might be up for a quick trip to Boston. Huh? Today? The Kongos knew that granddaughter number three (#1 for the youngest) was actually due yesterday but there had been no warnings and well, you know what they say about first babies being late and everything. The original plan, hashed out laboriously (pun intended) with Mrs. Kongo, the Virginia grandparents, and the expectant parents was that the Virginia grandparents would head north when their daughter went into labor and the Kongos would book tickets to arrive a week or so later so as not to overwhelm the new parents. That plan didn’t work out.
The waterfront in Jacksonville, Florida is a beautiful on a Sunday morning without thunderstorms. Kongo has visited this area twice before and was chased underneath bridges because of nearby lightening bolts and thundering rain. Not yesterday. Finally a clear day.
Today Kongo visits the historic Castillo de San Marcos in Saint Augustine, Florida. This massive fortress was built by the Spanish in 1672 as an outpost to protect their empire in the New World and protect the town of St. Augustine, which they founded in 1565.
These two steely-eyed young women turned out to be pretty amazing at picking winners during a trip to the horse races at Del Mar. The two grand girls are visiting for a week while Mom and Dad are relaxing on a much-needed adult getaway so Kongo got to play. Mrs. Kongo provided the fashion accessories.
Nestled beneath the San Diego side of the Coronado Bridge is Chicano Park. This is a fascinating place filled with interesting characters, dozens of intersecting lines, and some of the most magnificent street murals in the world. The murals are the real draw to this little culture pocket a mile or so from glitzy downtown. Kongo visited it this evening with friend John. Continue reading