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Saving the best for last?

Today was sadly the last day of our Sicily trip. We’ve been driving all over the island seeing the top sites, but today Wendy planned for us to stick closer to home. You might think this would mean that our itinerary would be less exciting, but in fact the things we saw today were some of our very favorite on the trip.

Right down the street from Chris and Wendy’s place is the main landmark of Mussomeli — Castello Manfredonico o di Mussomeli. We’ve been seeing this castle all week — it is impossible to miss as it juts high above the surrounding landscape, built on top of a huge outcropping of rock. (It’s kind of hard to see exactly where the rock ends and the castle begins.) But once we were able to go inside, it far exceeded our expectations.

The path wound up the rock, producing views that grew more breathtaking with each step. And substantial sections of the castle were still intact and available for exploration. We climbed spiral staircases to view the upper rooms, and descended into subterranean passages. Between the castle itself and the views stretching across the dramatic hills of Sicily in all directions, we all agreed this was one of the best places we’d visited.

Next up we drove a bit further away to visit Valley of the Temples, site of some of the most impressive ruins in Italy. One thing I’d never realized is that much of Sicily was controlled by ancient Greece. Archimedes was even born here! So what we saw both here and in Siracusa was layers of history building on top of each other. The ancient Greeks would build a temple, which would later be repurposed by the Romans, and then later by early Christians. So when viewing these sites, you’re seeing an amalgamation of different cultures. (One of the most interesting examples was in Siracusa, where there was a cathedral that was built onto a Greek temple to Athena and still contained very obvious Greek pillars running along both sides.)

This was no exception. The temples are situated along a long promenade with an ancient city wall running along one side and olive tree orchards growing along the other, and beautiful views of the surrounding landscape and the sea beyond. The temples are Greek, but Romans and early Christians left their mark here as well. The city walls were repurposed as a necropolis, and you could clearly see the resting places carved out of the rock and old staircases leading down into catacombs.

This was where we encountered the worst weather we had on the entire trip, by which I mean we felt about five raindrops fall on us when heading back to the car. We have been incredibly lucky here with abundant sunshine and 70-ish temperatures every day.

We thought we were done, but the Brookses pulled one last destination out of their sleeves — the nearby Scala dei Turchi (Turkish steps). These are not actual steps, as it turns out, but limestone cliffs at the edge of the sea. We skipped the long walk down to the beach at the bottom, but the view of the bright white layers of cliff descending into the blue-green Mediterranean was a sight not to be missed.

View of Mussomeli from the road
Mt. Etna from the Catania airport

All that remained of the day was a celebratory dinner. We made the most of it like true Italians, with antipasti, main courses, desserts, and plenty of wine. By the time we got back, it was pretty late (largely because it’s just not done to have dinner before 8pm or so here). Tomorrow we’ll be rising at 5am for a trip to the airport, but we wouldn’t have missed a minute.

Adventures on the road

Last year when we were in Florence visiting Nadia, Bob talked at some length about the crazy traffic patterns. Well, Sicily takes that same attitude and turns it up to eleven.

To start with, Sicily is an extremely hilly place. Looking out across portions of the landscape, you find it hard to imagine that roads can get through it at all. Those that manage it are steep, curvy, and narrow (though, to give Sicicly their due, in remarkably good condition). Then you get into a city, and realize that you didn’t understand the true meaning of the word “narrow”. If a street seems reasonably wide when empty, there will be cars parked on both sides. If you think a street is surely one-way due to its narrowness, you are likely wrong. If you think you are surely on a footpath, where you can stretch out your arms and practically touch the buildings on either side, it won’t be long before a car zooms around the corner. And if you are on a pedestrian alley with crowds of people, vendor stalls, and restaurants lining either side, then you will soon encounter a motorcycle.

Chris is the real hero here, as our chauffeur throughout this trip. He and Wendy usually drive a little Mini Cooper, but for our visit they rented a six-person minivan so we could all travel together. (This is a good thing — if one of the four of us had to drive, we’d likely still be stuck at the airport, unable to merge.) Just driving to their parking area in this larger car had us all holding our breath as we passed though alleys and around blind turns with approximately an inch to spare on either side.

All six of us in the car is a little tight, but workable. (Wendy, fortunately not prone to car sickness, has nobly been taking the back seat.) So today we decided to really amp up the difficulty level and add Pippa and Arlo, their two Newfoundlands. (For those who have not met Pippa and Arlo, that is about 270 combined pounds of dog.) We were headed for an overnight trip-within-a-trip to Palermo and the coastal city of Cefalu. Luckily the dogs are very patient and calm, but Wendy’s seat in the back became considerably more challenging. In the end we managed to fit ourselves, the dogs, and all our overnight supplies into the car.

Against all odds, the car also made it up the steep incline out of town, and over the mountain ridges on the way to the coast. Palermo represented its own driving challenges. One of the main roads into town didn’t have lanes, and it was hard to predict at any given time how many cars would attempt to get abreast of each other. I think we counted five at one point. But in the end we made it into the town center, which featured a lovely series of pedestrian-ish streets (featuring the occasional car, van, or motorcycle). We strolled around and took endless photos of picturesque alleyways, cobblestones underfoot and laundry hanging above. We caught some glimpses of the blue-green sea. We met lots of locals, given that Pippa and Arlo attract a lot of attention.

Eventually we were able to check in to our airbnb, a lovely spacious apartment in a cool walkable neighborhood. Then, minus the dogs, we headed out again to sample some of the culinary delights of the city. We were seeking out a few things that this area is particularly known for –firstly, drinks and apertivo at a lovely cocktail bar. We then sought out something called “mangia e beve” (oddly, “food and drink”) that consists of green onions wrapped in bacon. We didn’t quite have room left for arancini, but made sure to have some of the famous cannoli, which come in many varieties of shells and fillings. (Sicily claims to have invented the cannoli. The place we bought them from had “since 1024” on their business sign, which seems to be a bit of a stretch.)

The streets were lined with tables set out by the local restaurants, and packed with festive crowds enjoying food and drink. On our way back home on one of these streets, despite having already had our dessert, Chris was reeled in by a delicious burger smell so we all ended up having a late-night snack. It’s going to be hard for us to adjust to eating like normal people again once we return from this trip.

Look out, there’s probably a motorcycle coming.

Food, wine, and new friends

We had a relaxed start to our day today, enjoying the amazing views from the Brookses terrace and playing with the kittens. Eventually we meandered down to Chris and Wendy’s favorite cafe for breakfast pastries. I had some kind of amazing pistachio creation — apparently they are famous for pistachios here — and we enjoyed the fresh-squeezed orange juice. (Since we frequently see oranges hanging from the trees here, my guess is that it’s VERY fresh.)

After breakfast we took a short drive over the hills to take in some more amazing views. This region is extremely mountainous, with artistic pillars of rock jutting out dramatically. Sometimes buildings are constructed right into the rock, with it not being clear exactly where the rock ends and the building begins. In between are fields of crops and flowers covering the steep hillsides. We stopped to take some pictures of a large flock of sheep and enjoy the chiming of the hundreds of little bells that they wear around their necks.

Our main event of the day was a tour and tasting Wendy had arranged for us at a nearby winery. Our guide, Aldo, was friendly and knowledgeable, and the setting was amazing. The family that owns the winery bought and restored a hilltop villa — on the highest point for miles around — to use as a tasting room. There were breathtaking vistas in every direction. We tasted five of the wines, all made from grapes exclusive to this region of Sicily. Aldo also had a feast of local delicacies for us, with the winery’s own olive oil and locally made breads, meats, and cheeses.

On our way back, Chris and Wendy wanted to make a stop to introduce us to their friend Gianni. He is an artist with a country house near the winery. It’s the perfect setting for an artist, with lovely views and an amazing garden that we wandered around in. Gianni showed us many of his paintings — he’s working on a series of noteworthy women from around the world — and bonded with Tom over art. He even gave Karen and I each a painting to bring home.

We were all a little too tired to venture out for dinner, so we ended the day with delicious pizza from a nearby pizzaria. We’re preparing for an early start and a full day tomorrow.

Down and up

Zoe trying to fit all our food onto her shelf

Our flight out of Sacramento was not until 9:30pm, so we still had most of a day left for vacationing. We started by cleaning out our refrigerator and cabinets — it was nice that we could foist our leftovers on Zoe rather than throwing things away. We remembered to return our parking passes, which all of us had been paranoid about all week since they charge you $250 each if you accidentally take them away with you. Then we said goodbye to Lakeland Village #514 and headed to Zoe’s house for the foisting.

We’d decided to go visit Truckee, CA on our final day, about an hour and a quarter away. It’s not really on the way to Sacramento, but the Truckee to Sacramento route is all on a highway — good news since we were not looking forward to traveling back the way we’d come, especially in daylight. (When we’d driven along the steep, winding mountain roads in the middle of night on our way to Lake Tahoe, we couldn’t see much. But sometimes we’d see a great darkness next to us, with a lot of twinkling lights far, far below. Later, Zoe pointed out to us the road we’d come in on — high up along a seemingly vertical mountain face, with a sheer drop and — of course — no guardrails.) The bad news was that we had to drive up the west side of the lake, past Emerald Bay again. This was the third time we had to do that white-knuckle drive, but fortunately once we passed the bay the drive was pleasant. (Zoe drove separately since she would be returning to Lake Tahoe, and she didn’t mind the drive at all.)

Truckee is a pretty cool little town, up in the mountains with a very Wild West vibe. It’s the site of the Donner Pass, and (a bit surprisingly) they really lean into this association. The main road is “Donner Pass Way” and there’s lots of Donner Pass-themed locations in town. A railroad runs right through the center of the main street in the historic downtown, and has frequent trains — we saw three in the time we were there — which adds to the Western feel. There are lots of cute shops and restaurants, and a nearby river where people were floating and swimming.

Unfortunately, Truckee had something else we’ve become unaccustomed to — heat. Lake Tahoe has had highs in the seventies every day, and Truckee was reading 88 degrees when we arrived, despite being at a similar elevation (a little over 6000 feet). I went into the visitor center to ask about a short walk or hike that they’d recommend, and the woman there suggested the Truckee River Legacy trail and gave me a map that implied it was pretty close by. It turned out that this was rather misleading, and we had a long, hot, and not particularly scenic walk to get there. By the time we reached the river, half the group was already ready to turn back. But we persevered for a bit and did have a mildly pleasant stroll along a riverside bike path, but the heat sapped much of our energy and enjoyment.

We headed back into town for lunch and were stymied at trying to find a place with air conditioning. I don’t think it’s usually all that hot in Truckee, so most places had outdoor seating and open windows. We eventually settled for an outdoor table under an umbrella, and it was really pretty comfortable once we’d recovered from the sunny walk. We had some free time to explore the nearby shops, and spent most of it in a really cool bookstore where the girls all made purchases for the trip.

Friendly Truckee dog

Our last activity in Truckee was yet another escape room, at Elevation Escape on the outskirts of town. It was a very cool room, themed as a haunted motel, with a very talented gamemaster. We did end up getting a few clues this time, but mostly when things in the room weren’t functioning quite right. We managed to escape in about 45 minutes again. With a bit more time to kill, we did some shopping at the next-door thrift store, a sort of Goodwill but where all proceeds benefitted the Humane Society and there were little pictures everywhere of adorable dogs admonishing you not to shoplift.

Then it was time to say goodbye to Zoe and head west to Sacramento. We drove over the Donner Pass (elevation 7200 feet) and then began to drop. As the altitude diminished, the temperature rose. By the time we neared Sacramento, about an hour and a half later, the temperature was 108 (at 6 pm!) Unfortunately we had received a notification that our flight was delayed, so we were reluctant to head to the airport several hours early. We decided to check out the Historic Waterfront neighborhood and go in search of ice cream.

Historic Sacramento was a charming Wild West themed neighborhood with cobblestone streets, shops, bars, and restaurants. What it didn’t have a lot of was parking. Having passed up the $20 parking garage, we did a few loops through the streets before getting lucky and swooping in to a newly-vacated spot. Fortunately Sacramento had far more numerous ice cream options than South Lake Tahoe (perhaps having something to do with temperatures of 108), so that cut down on whatever complaints we might have gotten of walking around in the heat. We found some delicious ice cream and carried it to the riverfront, across another set of historic-looking train tracks. (The Colorado Railroad Museum is nearby.) Unable to figure out anything else that we wanted to do in the heat, we then headed to the airport.

The Sacramento airport is small and easy to navigate, with almost no security line — and our flight time kept getting pushed later and later — so we were in no rush when we arrived. It was lucky we came when we did, though, because we got through security at 7:30 and discovered the airport lounge closed at 8. Fortunately this gave us time for dinner and a drink before going out to sit at the gate for approximately four hours. By the time our flight left after midnight, we were pretty tired, but luckily we somehow got upgraded to fourth row more-legroom seats despite refusing to pay for seat reservation in advance (in contrast to the flight out, when we were in the very back row). We got cookies that Nadia told us the rest of the plane didn’t get, and it was a smooth and easy flight that we actually managed to get a little sleep on, though we were still pretty tired when we arrived in Boston 5 1/2 hours later. All in all, not a bad travel day.

On foot and on the water

On our last full day here, Bob and I decided to go for another run. Our plan is that we’ll get adjusted to running at this altitude, and then when we get back to sea level and full oxygen we’ll be super-athletes. I’m not sure if the less than two miles we managed today will do the trick, but time will tell.

To be fair, we did some hiking as well. Some very STEEP hiking as a matter of fact. We ran the 1.4 miles down to the Stateline district to check out Van Sickle Bi-State Park. (Bi-state! Get it?) As you may recall, Stateline is a very bustling district full of shopping centers and bars and casinos — not a place you’d expect to find a park. But right there behind the Target parking lot, the development abruptly stops and ahead of you is just steeply sloping ground covered with pines and rocks. (On the main trail in, the Heavenly gondola travels above you, heading for the top of the mountain. You can ride the gondola up in the summer for fantastic views, but it costs $80!)

We walked a couple mile loop trail, which took us quite a bit up the hill to a panoramic view of the lake (with the casinos rising in front in one section, in sharp contrast to the untouched shoreline on most of the rest). Even the portions of the trail with no view were very pleasant, with tall pines, wildflowers, and the crisp mountain air that we appreciate so much. (We didn’t come anywhere close to the top. Shortly after the turnoff for our loop trail, the mountainside seemed to become essentially vertical. If you continue in that direction, you can get to the Tahoe Rim Trail, a 165-mile trail that circumnavigates the lake, from up in the mountains that surround it. We did not go that way.)

On the way back we managed to run for part of the way, but eventually accepted defeat and slowed to a stroll. We were able to walk the last section back along the water, through the beach of the next-door marina and onto our own resort. Nadia and Lanie were still in their pajamas, watching Harry Potter. (All eight movies are available on the TV here, and they have made it their goal to get through them all. Last night, they had gotten up through the seventh one. Bob and I had gotten a little hooked and ended up watching the last one while they were at the Hozier concert.)

By the time we’d showered and eaten, it was almost time for Zoe to get off work. We decided to have a relaxing day today, meaning we didn’t want to get in the car. The only wish list item that we hadn’t done yet was paddle-boarding, and we conveniently found that we could rent the boards at the next-door marina. Zoe, Lanie, and I took them out for an hour from the beach next door. The lake here is pretty choppy, so it was a bit of a challenge, but we were proud that all of us managed to avoid falling off. (This was more than could be said for many of the other tourists renting paddle boards.) The water is so clear here that it’s hard to estimate depth — even a long way out, the sandy bottom looked close enough to touch.

After our paddle we went back to our own beach for a swim — we’ve found that counterintuitively, the water here, on the open lake, is considerably warmer than the water at Sand Harbor or Emerald Bay. We figure it must be because the lake is shallow for a long way out here, and maybe the snowmelt streams coming down from the mountains empty into those other areas. But it’s still a bit chilly, so afterwards we spent a little time in the lakeside hot tub. We haven’t taken too much advantage of our resort amentities so far this week, so we’re trying to cram a bit of that in. Bob meanwhile walked down to the used bookstore we’d seen the other day, to stock up on reading material for our flight home.

By the time we got back to the condo, it was time for apertivos — we still had a bottle of wine and a fair amount of snacks from Grocery Outlet Bargain Market. In an effort to use up some of the groceries we’d bought, we decided to make nachos for dinner — and in compensation for not spending any money at restaurants all day, we acceded to Nadia’s ongoing campaign to return to the Trapped in Tahoe escape room (which is also conveniently in walking distance). We found The Estate to be slightly more challenging than Sector 9, but we still managed to emerge victorious without using any hints.

On our walk back home, we began to hear distant rumblings of bass. As we got closer to our condo, we realized we could hear the second night of the Hozier concert. We walked out on the pier at our resort and could pretty clearly hear the music playing and the roar of the crowd, as the sound traveled across the lake from Stateline. Listening to a few songs while watching the stars was the perfect way to end the day.

A return to Sand Harbor

Zoe had the day off today, so we planned a more ambitious excursion. We’re trying to find some fun activities she hasn’t tried yet, since her time here is nearing an end. Today’s plan was biking, and Zoe knew of the perfect spot.

The day didn’t start quite as early as expected, since Zoe wanted to treat us to bagels at one of her favorite spots, the Tahoe Bagel Company. Unfortunately it is the favorite spot of many, many other people as well, so it took us a lot longer than we expected — but the bagels were delicious.

Next we headed back up the east side of the lake to Incline Village, up the street from Sand Harbor State Park where we saw the play on our first night. It was so beautiful there that we’d resolved to return during the day when we would have more time to look around — but accessing the park is an issue due to limited parking and its extreme popularity. Renting bikes in Incline Village, and following the lakeside bike path back to the park, was the perfect solution.

The path itself was breathtaking. It started by climbing up a steep hill (which was challenging to our low-altitude lungs — we’d expected flat). But from the top we could see the lake stretching out before us, sparkling in vivid shades of blue and aqua, with dark green pines rising sharply from the edges and an impossibly blue sky above. Development around the lake is pretty limited, so it’s mostly just water and trees and sky everywhere you look. We all agreed that this is one of the more beautiful places we’ve ever been — and that’s saying something.

The path had frequent turnoffs to beaches and rocky promontories, inaccessible by cars — so we mostly had them all to ourselves. We made a few stops to climb around on rocks and take endless photos of the scenery on our way to the park. We eventually arrived, and when we saw the extremely long line of cars waiting to turn into the park, we were very happy to be speeding along on our bikes.

Sand Harbor definitely lived up to expectations. It’s a rocky peninsula jutting out into the lake, so there’s coastline everywhere you look. There’s plenty of beach here too — the ground around the lake is very sandy so there are natural beaches everywhere. We strolled around enjoying the scenery and took a quick dip in the lake — it’s a bit chilly, but you get used to it. The water is incredibly clear. We read that early explorers measured the clarity of the lake by lowering a white plate into the water — they made it 100 feet down and could still see the plate! It started to get slightly murkier starting in the seventies, but since then efforts have been underway to reverse the damage.

Perfect spot for a job interview

At 1pm Zoe had to take a quick break to do an job interview over the phone — she’s looking for her next position, since she’ll be done here at the end of August. It was possibly the most scenic job interview ever, sitting on some rocks overlooking the lake. Nadia took the opportunity to get a drink at the snack bar, and the rest of us headed to a quiet cove just outside the park. Since the park was pretty crowded, we’d decided to go for a quieter swim. Lanie and I were the only ones to actually get into the water, and it was lovely. And we made it back to our bike rental place within the allotted time frame, despite Nadia’s doubts and having to surmount a large hill.

In the evening we walked to a locally famous wine bar up the street. Apparently it’s won awards for best place to bring out of town visitors and best place to watch a sunset, since it has a deck that hangs out over the lake. We weren’t able to get outside seating, but the kind staff led us to a fancy couch where we could still see out the window. In addition to a large wine selection, they had a nice fondue snack for us. We enjoyed a relaxing drink (mocktail for Lanie) and snack while watching the sun set over the lake. It was a great way to cap off the day.

Downtime and happy hour

Bob and I started the day on a productive note, by going for a run along the lakeside path. We didn’t run very far, or very fast, but given the altitude we still counted it as a victory. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the girls were still not out of bed when we got back. But as we reached our condo, we overheard some neighbors talking about a bear nearby. We followed where they were pointing and saw a large bear taking a nap in a tree right in the middle of a walkway! Eventually Lanie came with us to see the bear, but Nadia elected to stay far away.

One unfortunate victim of yesterday’s hike was Lanie’s phone, which ended up with a broken screen when she dropped it while taking a photo. This caused much angst and consternation, especially since most phone repair shops were closed on Sunday. Happily today we found a nearby shop that was able to do the repair, though it took a couple more hours than Lanie would have preferred. All this excitement, combined with the fact that Zoe was working this morning, meant we didn’t do much else for the morning (unless you count the Harry Potter movie marathon that the girls have undertaken). Zoe had a much more productive morning, as her team found another hawk’s nest!

But by midafternoon, when the phone had been successfully repaired and Zoe was done with work (you get off pretty early when your day starts at 4am), we were ready to finally get a start on the day. Not that we had any major adventures planned. Zoe took us to her favorite happy hour place, just a short walk from her house. (Happy hour is 2-5pm every weekday, which works out perfectly when you start work at 4am and go to bed at 8.) We almost got tricked into paying full price for our drinks, by sitting at an outdoor table rather than in the bar, but fortunately a waiter saved us in the nick of time.

Right across the street from happy hour was out next stop, a large and elaborate mini golf spot. We decided to go for the 28-hole option, so we really invested some time here. It was a really good course, with very interesting and sometimes very difficult obstacles. On a few occasions a few of us failed entirely. On the other hand, 4/5 of us got a hole in one, and the last person won the “game of chance” at the last hole and got a free game. So all in all, a successful endeavor.

Finally, we headed over to the Stateline area, which is a hive of activity that (as the name suggests) spans the CA/NV border. On the California side is a quaint upscale shopping village centered around the main ski lift for the Heavenly ski resort. On the Nevada side is a row of high-rise casinos. It’s quite a contrast.

Also on the California side is the Fire + Ice restaurant, which some of you may recognize based on its Boston location. It’s always been a favorite of the girls, and was one of the top items on their wish list. (It’s an all you can eat experience where you make bowls full of various ingredients and sauces then bring them to be cooked on a huge round circular grill manned by a couple of chefs. There are a huge array of starches, meats, veggies, and sauces to mix and match, and you can get as many bowls as you want. Most of us went for an Asian bowl, an Italian bowl, and a Mexican bowl. Zoe won the award for getting the most for our money by going for a fourth plate.)

Where the skies are not cloudy all day

Usually we agonize a bit over where to go for summer vacation, but this year was easy — with Zoe spending the summer working in South Lake Tahoe, a trip here was an easy choice. Looking at the forecast (sunny skies every day, highs in the high seventies to low eighties, no humidity) — along with the gorgeous photos that Zoe sends us — cemented our decision.

To get a direct flight at a reasonable cost, we flew into Sacramento and didn’t arrive until around 8:30pm PT. Nadia and Lanie have been talking about In-N-Out Burger for months, so we had to stop there on our way to Lake Tahoe, even though by the time we made it there it was close to 11pm (that’s 2am ET). The drive started out pretty easy, but close to Lake Tahoe we had to go over a mountain pass, with steep, winding roads. (Luckily it was too dark to see the sheer dropoffs on the side of the road, but later on we saw the road and were retroactively terrified.) By the time we made it to our complex and navigated the confusing parking situation and labyrinth-like pathways to our condo, it was after midnight.

Zoe’s house

Despite this, Bob and I were up fairly early the next morning (given the time zone situation). We were excited to stroll around and see our surroundings, having arrived in the middle of the night. We’re staying at the Lakeland Village resort, which is a grouping of townhouses along the lake. Zoe told us that the public beaches tend to be crowded, and the parking expensive and hard to come by, so we splurged for a community with its own private beach. It was well worth it. The beach is long and lovely, with a pier stretching out over the blue-green water. The resort’s parking is around the outskirts, so our condo looks out over a pine-filled courtyard rather than a sea of asphalt. It’s a five-minute stroll to the community beach, where the water is warm enough for swimming. And soon Zoe arrived! She’s on an early schedule with her hawk-monitoring job, and lives only about 5 minutes away, so she arrived before 8am.

Grocery Outlet Bargain Market!

By the time the other two girls were up, we were hungry for breakfast (oddly, since we’d had a second dinner at 11pm the night before). Zoe took us to a nearby spot and we had a little time to check out the adjacent Goodwill while waiting for our table. The girls had high hopes of good deals on rich people clothes, but alas found that the rich people clothes were quite expensive, even at the Goodwill.

After a large breakfast feast, Zoe brought us to see her house (an airbnb that she shares with her three teammates). It’s in a lovely little neighborhood just off the main drag, but quiet and calm. At the end of her street was the Upper Truckee Marsh, a breathtakingly beautiful area of hiking trails that we couldn’t believe she could access just with a quick stroll down the street. Everything is very beautiful here, though. Around every corner is a new view of the lake, stretching out toward the distant mountains in colorful bands of aquamarine, deep green, and deep blue.

Less beautiful but more practical was Zoe’s favorite haunt, Grocery Outlet Bargain Market. (Yes, it’s really called that.) Somehow this grocery store has almost everything you need, mostly at bizarrely low prices. Zoe has been raving about it for months, as an oasis of economy amidst a sea of high-end prices. We still managed to drop a fair bit here, but got pretty well stocked up for the week for some meals, snacks, and evening apertivos.

Apertivos on the deck

Since we’re staying in one place for the whole week, and it’s a pretty laid-back place, our pace has been very different from our recent sightseeing vacations. Certain parties felt in need of a nap before our evening excursion, so we spent a little time in the condo playing games and reading. We had 7:30 pm tickets to a show at Sand Harbor State Park, about 40 minutes up the road in Nevada. (The state line is only about 5 minutes away, and from the resort on our beach we can see the high rises of the casinos that are literally like one inch past the border.)

We decided to have dinner in Incline Village, near the park, and found a cool brewpub with excellent pizzas. Then we headed back to the park, which seems to have a nonstop line of cars waiting to get in. (Apparently if you want to arrive during the morning, you actually have to make a reservation.) Its popularity is not surprising — situated on a rocky penisula jutting out into the lake, you can climb to the highest elevation and get amazing views in all directions. We had a little time to look around, exploring the beach and the rocky coastline. Nadia and I did a little wine tasting at the little food court set up near the stage area. We wished we had more time here, and are hoping to return later in the week.The stage itself was amazing, right at the waterfront with a natural amphiteater rising up all around. The

play was “Peter and the Starcatcher” — a beloved family read-aloud book from years ago — so when we happened to see a brochure for it we bought tickets right away. I wasn’t super impressed by the play itself, but the cast was extremely talented and the setting couldn’t be beat. We were sitting pretty high up and could see the sunset over the lake and the emergence of the moon and stars. It was another late-ish night for us East Coasters, but well worth it.

Day 12: Last day in Tokyo

This was the final day of our trip.  It simultaneously feels like it’s been forever, and that it’s gone past in the blink of an eye.  We’ve been keeping busy on the outskirts, but today was the first time we headed into Tokyo proper.  We were riding in at rush hour, so we definitely got a feel for what Yoshie called the “real Japan”.  We had to take a couple of different trains, and on the final one we crammed ourselves into a train car that seemed impossibly full already.  But diminutive Yoshie sailed into the melee — and Margaret and I had to follow, for fear of being left behind and lost forever in the complex subway system.

We met up with the rest of the group near the Meiji Shrine, built in 1920 in honor of Emperor Meiji and Empress Shoken.  The shrine is surrounded by a 170-acre forest that was planted at the same time, 100,000 trees of more than 350 different species were donated from all over Japan, and over 100,000 youths volunteered to help with the planting.  Now the forest provides a shady oasis in the heart of the city.  It was amazingly quiet on the wide, tree-lined paths.

Our first destination was the archery center located within the forest.  We saw three archers do an impressive demonstration of traditional Japanese archery, where they were able to hit a very small target from very far away.  The archery demonstration had a very ceremonial feel, as there was a long set of prescribed movements that were done in sync prior to any arrow being fired.

Then it was our turn to try it out.  The archers assisted us with holding the bow, lining up the arrow, and pulling it back.  We were firing at much larger targets that were much closer, but did not manage very impressive results.  I was just happy that I hit my target at all.  After everyone had tried it out, the center presented us all with tote bags and books.  (This was very convenient for many of us, since we had quite a few extra items to get back home.  The following day there would be many black archery bags getting toted onto the plane.)

Eating our “salary man’s” lunch with a view

For the afternoon, we had a decision to make.  The Tokyo club had outlined three separate itineraries that we could choose for the afternoon.  Margaret and I, along with Judy and Mark and Joan, elected option 3 — the Tokyo Metropolitan Building observation tower, and the Rikugien Gardens, one of Tokyo’s most famous traditional Japanese gardens.  (Attractions covered by the other two groups included the famous Tokyo Scramble intersection, the imperial palace, the famous Tokyo Station, and a huge fish market.)

When we heard we were having lunch at the government workers’ cafeteria, I admit I wasn’t particularly excited.  (We heard this isn’t generally open to the public, but our host group had somehow gotten special permission for us to visit.)  But it turned out that this is a lovely space on the 35th floor of the building, with large windows overlooking the city in all directions.  Plus the food — a ramen bowl with pork for me — was delicious, filling, and very cheap.

After lunch we headed back down to the lobby, then up another elevator to the observation deck on the 45th floor.  The building we were in is one of two twin towers, and there were bag checks and security measures to go up.  (Our hosts told us that there was a lot of worry after 9/11 that the Japanese twin towers would be targeted as well.)  At the top was a huge room with windows on all sides for looking out over the city.  In the center of the room was a gift shop (where, now that I had my tote bag, I couldn’t resist picking up a few more things) and a grand piano that seemed to be open to the public to use.  We heard an amazing piano player do a few songs, then another not-so-amazing wanna-be piano player just banging on the keys at random.

After heading down and taking a short train ride, we arrived at Rikugien Gardens.  This was a beautiful place, with a large pond and manmade hills providing a lovely backdrop for all the meticulously-maintained landscaping.  We’d come at a non-ideal time, in the short window right after the azaleas were finished blooming and before the next flowers hadn’t started — but it did mean a total lack of crowds.  This place was absolutely beautiful even now, but I can’t imagine how breathtaking it would be with whole hillsides of azaleas in bloom, or fall colors in the many Japanese maples.  In any case we were very happy with our choice of itinerary, and felt that the serene garden was a great way to end the day.  (Apart from the train ride in, we didn’t see big crowds at all — in fact, the streets around the garden were practically devoid of both cars and people.  So I guess maybe we didn’t see the “real Tokyo” — but felt we could live without it.)

After returning to Yokohama, Margaret and I took Yoshie out for our last dinner.  Her favorite is sushi, so she brought us to one of her local haunts.  The “kitchen” was in the center of a large room, surrounded by counters.  On top of the counters was a conveyor belt, and outside the counters were tables.  So you could sit at your table, watch the sushi go by, and grab what you liked.  (We did this a couple of times, but Yoshie preferred to order the sushi directly from the chef to ensure it was absolutely fresh.)  There was also a hot water tap right at the table, along with a box of green tea bags.

We let Yoshie do most of the ordering, and tried lots of different things.  I’m not someone who generally eats a lot of sushi, but this was absolutely delicious — definitely the best Margaret and I had ever had.  There was also a big vat of pickled ginger in the center of the table, which was so good that we pretty much ate the whole thing and had to ask for another vat.  We also ate a lot of sushi; Yoshi was slightly horrified when we counted up the plates.  But this being Japan, we still only paid about $50 for the whole meal for the three of us.  It was a fitting way to end our culinary adventures here.

The next morning we got up bright and early for the airport, which Yoshie kindly drove us to (and even parked and came inside to see us off — definitely above and beyond the call of duty).  I calculated that we spent 31 hours in transit (door to door) before getting home, at around 2:15am NH time.  (On the plus side, Margaret and I got to enjoy three more airport lounges, all of which had food far superior to what we were served on the plane.)  We have so much to reflect on and absorb from these two whirlwind weeks — we know that the impacts of this trip will be with us for a long time.

Airport lounge breakfast

Day 11: Soba noodles and a rockin’ party

We’ve been talking about how different it is to travel with Friendship Force, and stay in people’s homes, than it is to travel as a regular tourist.  We feel we’ve experienced so much more of the culture and have had such deep and meaningful experiences here.  Today was a good example.

Our host Yoshi’s brother-in-law Kimi, in his retirement, took up the hobby of making soba noodles.  He became so good at it that he now teaches at a cooking school.  (He also does amazing woodworking and wood carvings — another example of how the Japanese seem to never stop learning and exploring.)  Today he came to Yoshie’s house to teach us.  His wife, also an excellent cook, came to demonstrate making tempura (battered and deep-fried vegetables, fish, or meat).  We’ve had a fair amount of tempura here, and have been amazed at the light yet crunchy texture — never heavy or greasy.  No matter what’s inside the batter, it’s invariably delicious.

We were also joined by Debbie and Caroline, while the other half of the group went to a Japanese drumming show.  Kimi arrived with a large pile of gear, including a chef’s outfit, a big wooden surface, a long skinny wooden rolling pin, a beautiful homemade box for holding the noodles before they were cooked, a wooden plank for holding the dough steady while cutting it, and a big-ass knife.  He and his wife didn’t speak much English, but we were able to communicate through Yoshie and with Google Translate.

Kimi followed a very precise process of mixing, kneading, and rolling the dough, with us attempting to follow him.  We added water to the flour in four separate steps, mixing after each.  Then it was time for a LOT of kneading.  Once the dough because a smooth spherical ball, we shaped it into a round disc, then used a special rolling technique to transform this into a large, very thin square.  When he thought it was ready, Kimi brought out two metal sticks 2 mm thick and set them on either side of the dough, then used the rolling pin to ensure that the dough was thinner than the sticks.

Kan pai!

The square of dough was then folded three times to form a stack of dough, and then it was time to cut.  The trick is to make the noodles very thin.  A wooden plank holds the dough steady, and you want just a little to peek out the edge to be cut with a very large knife.  Then you tilt the knife very slightly against the plant to move it over just a tiny bit, and cut again, proceeding this way until all the noodles are cut.  Our noodles weren’t quite as thin and uniform as Kimi’s, but we comforted ourselves that Yoshie and Misora didn’t really do any better.

Meanwhile, Kimi’s wife had been in the kitchen making tempura for hours.  She cooked at least seven different types of vegetables — corn, carrots, eggplant, mushrooms, lotus, sweet potato, pea pods — and I’m probably forgetting some.  Once the soba noodles were cooked, it was time for a feast.  We each had a bowl of broth/sauce that we used for dipping our tempura and noodles in.  Everything was delicious and as usual we ate way too much — especially when dessert came out.  There was a fruit salad, and Yoshie (who’s taking an international cooking class) had made a tiramisu.  Margaret and I had to go for a walk after lunch to work some of it off.

After what seemed no time at all, we were told that it was time to head off — for dinner.  We’d been invited to another hosts’ home — the Togasakis’, where Joan and Annie were staying.  There was not parking at their apartment, so we had to park at a nearby supermarket.  Yoshie was kind enough to let us make a quick run in there, as I’ve been on a mission to find and buy Japanese KitKats, which come in myriad different flavors.  (Why does the US have to

Toga was also an aspiring magician

survive on one measly KitKat variety?)  This was Nadia’s particular request, as she remembered the ones I’d bought as stocking stuffers in an Asian store in New York City a few years back.  I’d already bought some special edition Mount Fuji ones in Hakone that were blueberry cheesecake flavor (and declined to buy the sake and wasabi flavors).  In the grocery store I found FIVE more varieties — matcha, caramel, milk tea, chocolate orange, and strawberry.  I’d later find cookies and cream ones in the train station, bringing my haul to a total of seven flavors.  (The airport also had cherry and banana, but at exorbitant prices.)

 

The party was lovely.  In addition to us and the Togasaki’s, several other members came by.  One of them brought his daughter, her niece, and grandchildren, so their was a big, cheerful crowd.  The Togasakis had a grand piano (that I would estimate took up about 25% of the floor space in the apartment), and Toga and Mitch played throughout the evening.  There was also an encore performance of the ukelele club, with everyone singing along.  The member’s daughter performed a mini tea ceremony for us — her family has been doing them for generations — and people told funny stories.  It was a great way to spend our second-to-last evening.