After lunch, we stroll along Front Street past a cacophonus jumble of souvenir shops, t-shirt stands, art galleries, and surf-wear proprietors. My eye catches a few random storefronts: Rip Curl Surf Center, Whalers General Store, Billabong, Wyland Galleries. I walk in auto-pilot mode through the thick crowd of sweaty tourists. They seem to be buzzing as if energized by the commercial setting. I’m relieved when we arrive at the Baldwin Home Museum. We buy a pair of tickets and duck into the quiet interior of the home.
- The Art of Jogging
- I’ve been running a lot recently. I am not a good runner, I am not fast, and I do not derive easy pleasure from the sport. I find it to be painful on my joints, producing kinks in hips and ankles alike.
- New Year in Cornwall
- In an effort to avoid losing our hard-won vacation time, we booked a year-end holiday in Cornwall to celebrate the New Year, relax at a cozy cottage on the coast, and to recover from a very busy year.
- Settling In
- I am in my new home and trying to settle in as quickly as possible after what turned out to be a tremenduosly stressful move involving a cranky buyer, creepy lawyer, and slippery real estate agent.