Sunday 29 August 2010

My New Home

28 hours after departing from Gainesville in a tiny plane, here I am in my new house ready to start my new life in my new town of St Albans. I'm exhausted - as is Noah - we went on three planes, a bus and a train before packing Suzi and the trailer full of stuff (mostly mine) and driving to Noah's new house. We unloaded some of the stuff there, had a bit of a look around, then drove over to my new place (only about ten minutes away!!) to unload my things.

Noah's house is lovely. It feels very peaceful there, and kind people from the church have already furnished it with two sofas, two beds, two rugs, two benches and a table. There's even a barbecue in the charming garden behind the house (not to mention the shed or the composter). And - the height of classy living - there is a serving hatch between the kitchen and the lounge. Who needs corridors?

Anyway, more details on St Albans at some other time, when I'm a bit less exhausted. We have to get up early again in the morning to go back to Godalming and collect the rest of our belongings. We looked into van hire but it didn't work out, so it's just Suzi and the tiny trailer. Noah reckons at least three more trips - I'm hoping we can do it in two.

Sunday 15 August 2010

San Francisco

Yesterday (that is to say, Saturday) we went to San Francisco. Just me and Noah. Early in the morning (well, about half past eight) we set off on a 90-minute drive through beautiful mist-wreathed hills (driving on windy roads sometimes above the clouds, sometimes below) to Vallejo, whence one can easily take a ferry across the bay. It was quite a dinky ferry but good fun - you could go out onto a little side deck, where we quickly became thoroughly windswept. One man's hat blew off as he was taking a photo, and hit me in the face! It took about an hour to get over to San Francisco.

Once there, our only knowledge of the city (other than hearsay, and clips from films) contained within a free city map we'd picked up at the ferry, we decided to start by wandering towards Chinatown, as it seemed fairly close to the ferry building. It was, indeed, very Chinese. We almost went for lunch, but decided against it when the "vegetarian restaurant" we had picked turned out to serve such delights as pork, prawns and beef. Instead we each purchased a set of souvenir chopsticks from a shop full of knives and fireworks, none of which, sadly, we felt we'd be able to take home legally.

After Chinatown we decided to wander towards Pier 39, as someone (he doesn't remember who) had recommended the area to Noah. On the way an old man asked us for some money; Noah obliged and he gave us directions through Little Italy. There we had some pizza slices (mmm, cheese and pesto!) before continuing our walk though the picturesque city. Some of the buildings would be quite at home in London (given a good coating of grime); others are decidedly more colourful and American-looking. The city is full of fun murals (especially a huge one of two whales by the sea). We passed a Spanish-speaking church outside which was a band and a group of people dancing and singing hallelujah. It looked pretty fun. I contemplated joining in, but didn't think Noah would quite want to - and indeed, when I stepped forward to walk away, he did give me a very nervous look.

Anyway, we made it down to Pier 39 and saw lots of touristy shops and - right in the midst of boats, piers, tourists and all - loads and loads of sealions! It was fun to watch them clambering on and off the floating docks, gleaming from the sea, tiny and huge slithering across each other. Next we walked down in the direction of the distant Golden Gate Bridge, stopping off at Coldstone for me to buy Noah his victory ice cream (his reward for managing to watch all three Lord of the Rings extended editions in one day). Mmmm, cake batter ice cream with peanut butter cups and peanut M&Ms!

We walked through a little park, taking photos of the distant bridge, and then - I had my first ever ride on an American bus! Woo hoo! It took us right up to the bridge, where we took a good many photographs (to be put online as soon as I can) and walked up to the first tower. It's - well, it's a big orange bridge. Very... bridgey. Yep, it's a bridge.

After the bridge (and the enormous queue for the toilets) we took the bus back into town, handily getting off right outside a Taco Bell. So that was dinner sorted. Then we walked along some expensive shops on the way to the crookedest street (so it's marked on the map, although I think the official name is Lombard). It was a crazy wiggle of a road, too steep for cars to go straight up and down. It really made me laugh that some people still have driveways and garages on it. There were hordes of tourists (ourselves included ) clustered at each end, walking up and down, and driving along with cameras thrust out of their passenger windows.

It was getting late, so we headed back towards Pier 39 to check the details about the ferry home. On the way we paused at a streetside stall where I parted with some of my birthday money in exchange for a swirly glass necklace and a spirally bag (I've been needing a new one for ages). We found the place where we thought the ferry would come. There was no information whatsoever, the offices were all closed, and there wasn't any indication that our ferry company used the dock at all. However, we remained fairly confident that the ferry would turn up. We just had time to dash over to Subway (the nearest place where we could get something to drink) and back again, to see the ferry in all its glory. Pretty exhausted by this point, we climbed aboard and enjoyed flicking through our photos on the way back to Vallejo. We both had a really good day and arrived home somewhat fatigued.

Oh, and San Francisco definitely makes it onto the list.

Saturday 14 August 2010

Speedy Update

So...
We did indeed go for a swim in the lake. It was quite a golden afternoon: sunny - the water warm - a gravelly beach beside the lake - fixed rafts ('docks') to climb on and jump off. We swam for ages, enjoying beautiful mountain views as we did so. Then we lazed about on the beach chatting and eating local fruit (grapes, strawberries, peaches!) for lunch.

Yesterday (Thursday) we went on a tour of some Napa Valley wineries. The first one, Sterling, put me in mind of a Spanish monastery (purely in architectural terms), with white plastered walls, a very square shape, arches and bells. Before setting out I was surprised to hear that the entrance fee included a ride on a tram - I thought this an odd form of conveyance for a hillside winery. I had, of course, forgotten that in American 'tram' means 'cable car'. It was fun! At the top, we wandered around in the sunshine, sipping different wines and gazing out over the glorious scenery. In the afternoon we visited another - this one was orange, and didn't include wine, but then, we didn't have to pay. It was another interesting building and full of art and sculptures (we posed for some very silly photos). When we got home we went to the pool and had a swim (I can still dive right to the bottom, but I'm still pretty terrified of drowning). Then we returned home to one of Noah's absolute favourite meals of all time: manicotti (It's like giant penne stuffed with a ricotta cheesy mixture and covered in tomato sauce - yummy). It was a beautiful clear night, so we sat out in the garden looking up at the sky. We saw a few Perseids, as well as the vast array of stars. It was good!

Today was a day of exploration. We drove to Middletown, the nearest town, to visit the Post Office (woo hoo!) then to Lakeport, a larger town on the shore of a beautiful (but stinky) lake with more gorgeous mountain views. We strolled by the lake, looked at some shops - and then I was treated to my first visit to Noah's all-time favourite restaurant franchise: the glorious Taco Bell. He was so delighted to be reunited with the wondrous purveyor of tacos, nachos and unlimited refills that we stayed for an hour or so, nibbling our burritos and nachos (with liquid cheese - yes, liquid cheese) and sipping mountain dew and pink lemonade. Mmm, pink lemonade. Today's exciting culinary experiences, though, were not over: this evening (following a bike ride and an afternoon of reading) we visited the local frozen yoghurt store. It's like this. Imagine ice cream factory. Now imagine there are about eight types of ice cream (except they're all frozen yoghurt) and a whole wall full of containers with different toppings. And nine kinds of syrup. I still feel kind of sick.

I've been taking plenty of photos (at least, memorable snaps - not exactly works of art). I'm working on getting them up on Picasa, but the internet seems to be a little slow here. Anyway, tomorrow is San Fransisco. I'll keep you posted!

Wednesday 11 August 2010

It's all about the food...

I'm astonished by the beautiful scenery around here: big, jagged, ridgy hills, mostly covered in trees. The trees are green, but most of the grass is yellow, parched by the sun. It's warm, but not too warm (apparently it's unseasonably cool) and the sky is mostly blue, with occasional wisps of beautiful white cloud. I haven't taken as many photos as I'd like, but I'll try and get some more today.

Yesterday (Tuesday) we visited a nearby town called Calistoga. It's fairly small, with some interesting buildings, and an entire street full of murals, which I liked. I had my first trip to an American bookshop (very like an English bookshop, but, you know, in America). It was fun to look around, particularly a little art-gallery-shop-place with some impressive tree sculptures. On the way home we stopped at a place called Havy's to have some Mexican food for lunch. I had the most massive burrito I have ever seen (seriously, it was nearly as big as my face!) and enjoyed it very much (although Noah had to help me finish it). The owners seem to know Noah's mum (sorry, mom) quite well. He told them we'd come all the way from England, and they brought us free dessert (also delicious). In the afternoon we stayed at the house, reading, chatting and playing on the Wii. Noah is way better than I am at everything. We had some delicious potato soup for tea, and in the evening we played Scrabble, at which Noah was also victorious (apparently he's made this fact very apparent on Facebook). Oh, and we went for a walk around the subdivision (I think that's what it's called - like an estate but bigger and greener and further away from anywhere). It was beautiful - a pleasantly warm evening, with crickets chirping in the background. We strolled around the golf course and I found a tree to climb.

Today (Wednesday) we've already been out for breakfast (I had true American pancakes - to be totally honest I didn't like them especially - they were nice, but not as good as English pancakes, and not as good as the ones Noah made for me at his house - and they came with this white stuff that looked like cream but tasted salty, and Noah insisted was butter). And we've played Wii games again (Noah once more soundly defeating me). I think we might be going for a swim in the lake soon. And probably lunch...

Tuesday 10 August 2010

We arrive in California

Woo hoo! Noah and I have arrived in Hidden Valley Lake [1], California. We had one very exciting 8-hour flight from Heathrow to Philadelphia, on a plane with all kinds of facilities (entertainment screens - comfortable seats - pillows - moussaka). It was great! Not so great, though, that we greeted with glee the realisation that our connecting flight to Sacramento would be almost as long. The second flight was on a different kind of plane - one without all the advantages described above - and as it was very definitely night time in England by the time we took off, it proved a somewhat less enjoyable experience. All fine though, landing us safely at about 9pm, to be met by Noah's family for a two-hour car ride in the dark. We had a nice (if somewhat sleepy) chat in the car. The stars here look amazing! And that's about all I can tell you because, having been travelling for 24 hours, I went straight to sleep after that.

[1] Yes, that's a town.

Wednesday 7 April 2010

My Wonderful Life

My ideal house would have lots of rooms, and this is what I would use them for:

1. My Bedroom. I'd need that. I love the idea of community living (1) and it's something I desperately want to be involved in, but I know I'm a person who needs my own space too.

2. The Library. I've been pondering this for a while. I have a LOT of books. I've asked God whether he wants me to give them away, but I really don't think he's calling me to do that at the moment. But what I would love to do is share them. So, one of the rooms in my house would be a library; it would be comfy, and have lots of bookshelves. Anyone (2) could come by and read for a while, or borrow books for a while, or leave behind some books they didn't need any more.

3. The Kitchen. Actually this is very important. It would need to be quite big, and preferably have sofas. That way, anyone (2) who was around could come in and chat while I was cooking. I imagine there'd be quite a lot of cooking, because I'm imagining there would usually be quite a few people about who needed something to eat. The kitchen should be really welcoming, a great place to hold conversations and find out about our visitors.

4. A Holy Place. I guess this should have come first really, but these are in the order they're occurring to me. It would be really important to have a holy place. A quiet space where family and visitors could go to hang out with God. A permanent prayer room (3).

5. Creative Space. Art room. Whatever you want to call it - somewhere with a table or two, and paper and card and pens and paint and clay. I find that I need some of these things, at least from time to time, to calm down, to express myself, making stuff for God, or for other people, or just for myself.

6. The Spare Room. Well, preferably, more than one spare room. In any case, plenty of space for people to stay.

7. The Garden. Maybe I'm getting really ideal here, but it's so important to be able to be outside, feel the wind and the rain, hear the birds... It'd be fantastic to have a huge wild rambling garden, or to be on the edge of moorland or woodland or a river.

8. Swap Shop. Strictly speaking this wouldn't have to be a room, but it might make organising things a bit easier if it was. A simple notion: bring what you don't need; take what you do need. I'm thinking mainly clothes, and perhaps small items of furniture. God would send us the things that people needed!


So what would it take to run a place like this? I'm not a terribly practical kind of person, and I don't have much notion of the financial requirements of such a project. But I have a lot of faith! I've been thinking and thinking over this for a few years now, and it's time to start doing something. So I'm going to start to pray. And I'll record any developments here. What I'm going to pray for today is that God will give shape to my vision, and that he'll put me in the way of meeting people who are, or have been, or would like to be, involved in something similar.

I'm excited!



(1) I know there are about a million different definitions of "community living", and I expect I mean about half of them. I'm not talking about anything freakish or scary - I'm talking about having a house where I live with one or more other people, and where we welcome everybody God sends our way, offer them hospitality for as long as they need, and help them in any way we can.

(2) Friends from church, friends not from church, lonely passers-by, acquaintances... anyone who knew about it!

(3) Maybe even a place where we could hold services - or at least informal morning and evening prayer for anybody who was living in the house.