Day... Jet lag! I don't know what day it is!

Here's some pictures that I took with my camera.  Now home and sorta settled :)  My brains still on California time I think, not helped by me sleeping during the day.  So I'm making a conscious effort to stay awake...

by posting pictures on the blog.

So here is my favorite 20 (or at least the first 20 I picked out of the 600+ I took lol)

Wait... what... how did this get in here?  Naughty sisters playing with my camera when I was asleep!

Day 21: Baseball and Thanks

Today I went to watch the San Francisco Giants versus the Boston Red Sox!!! So much fun at the AT&T stadium. The place is really spectacular. Right on the bay and we had great seats high up to the right of first base. We could see everything and had a view out over the bay itself.

The game was really interesting, and I think it's something I could really get into. Even though we lost 12-1 and we left in the 7th innings (at 11-1 down), I still had a great time.

The whole day was pretty long, but a nice way to finish off my Sabbatical.  I've met so many nice people, and seen so many amazing places, that its hard to believe its all coming to and end. But it's been great, and I'm looking forward to coming home.

So this will be my last blog from the US. I'm going to post a few pictures when I get home, just to finish off, but want to give out a list of thanks.

Thank you to Bishop Mary, Brian and the staff/committee members at El Camino Real for showing me how your Diocese operates, and making me feel so welcome.

Thank you to Fran and Dick for your hospitality, taking me to a Baseball game and giving me wine!

Thank you to Cass, April, Laurie, Sean, Shannon and all the staff and writers at Bishop's Ranch for giving me the gift of staying in such a wonderful place and teaching me so much.

Thank you to Mary, Christy and Jim for letting me stay with you in the beautiful redwoods, and to Sarah for putting me up in San Jose and being a friend throughout my trip.

Thank you to Mum, Dad, Hanzi, Ellie, Dan, Tris and all my other friends and family who supported me (and put up with me) before and during all of this.

And last but not least, thank you to the Diocesan staff who allowed me to have this experience (and again put up with me), especially to Helen and Robbin, without whom I would not have been here. Thanks for kicking my ass into gear guys :))

Ratty out

America cup

Day 20: Temptation to shove a tourist

How can I sum up today. Day 20. 20 friggin days in America. Wow. Today I did the full on touristy thing. I've had bit days of tourist stuff since the 1st but today was always going to be the Tourist part of the sabbatical.  And my back aches :(

So first thing this morning I went down to the ticket office to pick up my Alcatraz ticket. 8am on the dot. They asked "was I up so early because of jet lag?" I said yes and yawned for added effect. 2.40pm. Huh? What? 2.40pm is like 6 hours and pretty much 40 minutes away.  My Alcatraz morning, lunch, get over to Fran & Dick's middle of the afternoon plan was out the window.

So I needed a new plan. Over breakfast of sausage, scrambled eggs, an apple, yogurt and juice, I made a new plan. It was a good plan, a cunning plan, and plan that looks at bells and whistles, laughed manically and then whips out a full brass band.

I'd go on a tour of the city.

Part of my ticket combo was a "hop on, hop off" tour bus ride. Assuming I didn't hop off, it would take about 2 to 2.30 hours.  So I'd go do that then get lunch, Alcatraz then battle rush hour to get to El Cerrito.  Cool.  So I spent the first part of the morning looking up bus and BART times. Meh. The front desk people were really nice and said that the bus would be fine for suitcases. But every time I saw one I thought "no way I'm getting all my bags on there without annoying people." So I went for a walk to think about it.  I didn't want to get on the nearest hop on bus, so I decided to go check out the Alcatraz leaving pier and get on the nearest one to that.

It seemed simple enough, with lots of coast guards checking bags and ids and tickets and man this was intense. The bus stop was just along the way so I headed over, and came across the Americas Cup venue which was being held for the first time in San Francisco!  I figured it'd cost to get in, but it was free! Quick bag search (he didn't really look) and I was in. Very few people around and it was awesome!!! I ended up spending the whole morning there and had a stone baked pizza lunch, cooked on site.  Sooooo good!!!

I spent the morning watching the New Zealand, Swedish and Norwegian(?) teams practising, whilst writing more. That's right! Me writing in pubic with people (not many) walking about. The whole set-up was great. Fake grass to lie on, big screens everywhere, bean bags seats! Picnic tables, and all sorts of entertainment. So relaxed. I suddenly realised this is what I like, not the whole tourist bit. Tourists and tourist areas are just annoying, but this place was nice and calm. Plus a nice breeze was coming off the ocean.

It came time to go to Alcatraz. Que, search, ticket, que, and I'm on the boat. Got a nice seat for pictures, but an annoying woman sat next to me and kept standing up whenever. Photo opportunity came along. Grrr. How close was I to just giving her a shove?

Alcatraz was... Three words: fascinating, eerie, disappointing.  Fascinating: the headphone tour was really good, and dispelled many of the myths surrounding Alcatraz. My favourite was about The Birdman of Alcatraz, who didn't actually keep birds on the island as he wasn't allowed. In the film he's depicted as a nice gentle guy, but in real life was a psychopath. He attended a parole hearing and was asked "why should you be released?", he answered "because there are still people on my list I need to kill". Nice bloke. Eerie: maybe its because everyone was listening to the tour, but it was strangely eerie inside the cell block. Can't really describe it. Disappointing: the whole build up failed to deliver. It was a great place to visit, and I'm glad I did it, but it didn't really meet up to the expectations that the start and build up at the pier gave.  Never mind, at least I did it. I escaped Alcatraz!!!

Once back on the main land (lol) I took a taxi to the BART (big step for me, being someone who has been in only two taxis ever before and never alone) and then over the Fran and Dick's.  Such a food evening. Lamb shanks (don't be jealous dad!) and then baseball read for tomorrow. I can't wait. The giants came from 2-0 down to win 3-2 in the 9th. :))

Batter up!!

Day 18 & 19: Back to SF

Two day round up.  Sorry for the lack of blogs, between travelling and sightseeing, and hotels not having wifi in the room, I've not had much of a chance to post anything.

Day 18: church n ride
So today I went to Mary's church, and really enjoyed it. Half the congregation were Brits and all were very welcoming. The service, like most things I'm discovering, is familiar but different.  Afterwards the congregation had some lunch which parishioners provided and I just sat and chatted to various people. It was so hot though, I felt like I was melting!  Before I left someone asked "do up you want to see a gopher?"  Cool, I thought, and grabbed my camera.  He pointed into a flower bed but I couldn't see anything. Suddenly one of the plants started wiggling. The gopher was under the ground and pulling on the plant. It would wiggle and drop a bit, then stop, then wiggle again. I managed to film part of it and will see if I can upload that when I get home. After 5-6mins the plant disappeared into a small hole :)

I then went for a walk with Mary and their gorgeous German Shepard Mia, along the river but the redwoods. The strangest part was going over a small bridge and having a glad wind blow past you. Very nice on such a hot day.  Apparently a storm was coming in from the coast and would hit Scott's Valley just after I left.

I said my goodbyes and headed off. Now the thing about America which I find confusing still is their road signs and the different names for the same road. Some of the main roads go by a number and possibly two different names. Seemingly no warning is given of what's coming up (actually Monterey was ok at this), and its hard to find confirmation that you are actually on the right road.  So I'm heading up to Campbell in San Jose to meet Sarah, Brian's daughter, and its stop start stop start. Unlike in Britain where people crawl in traffic jams, the Americans seem to rush forward and stop suddenly. Maybe it's because they mostly drive automatics?  I thought I'd give Sarah a ring to let her know I'd be later then I thought I'd be. Problem was I'd never travelled this road before and with a lack of signage it was hard to place where I was ("I've just gone past a lot of water on my right and there is a house with a tree").  I then got into Campbell and was actually heading in the right direction, but convinced myself I had gone wrong. I still can't get use to the street signs telling you which road you are crossing and not what you are on. Plus I find the white writing on a green background hard to read. So several calls to Sarah, who was very patient and must have thought I was some idiot, and I made it to her apartment. It is such a nice place! Her friends were already there so we went straight out to dinner. Pizza no less!  Sarah's very cool, as we're her friends and I felt very comfortable and relaxed. The stories of Bishop Michael's visits to California and Sarah's trip to Tanzania made me laugh and it was just a really nice evening. Sarah took me out for gas, which was an experience, and then we just chilled out and chatted. She had an early start the next day, and was gone by the time I woke up. It's a shame that we didn't get much time to hang out, as I really enjoyed her company, but hopefully we'll be able to catch up again soon.

Day 19: San Francisco baby!
I woke up and got my stuff together, and then had a wonder around Campbell in search of breakfast. Such a pleasant area. I ended up in the community centre - swimming pool, running track, tennis courts, classrooms - all which seemed to be open to the public. So I just sat there watching the world go by and writing! Yes I'm still writing!  Got more done, but then it was time to head off again.

I managed to get onto the 101 north, but instantly had a crisis of confidence.  Was I heading north or south? Nothing was telling me, so I just kept going.  Finally I saw a sign for San Francisco.  Phew!  Getting into the car rental place was relatively easy. I parked p and a bloke came and gave me a ticket for the cost :S it was actually just about what I expects, so hopefully that's all of it.

I was early, so I grabbed a drink and went to find where I should be meeting April. I realised I didn't have her cell number, but assured myself it would be fine.  We were meeting at the car rental arrivals spot... Er... No signs for that. I saw an exit sign so headed through that door, down some steps, into a darkish corridor. It stank of something... Something not pleasant.  This looks unwelcoming, I thought, but pressed on.  Up some steps, down some steps, more corridor looking more like a WW2 bunker. Finally I came out into the light, still in the car park, but in the restricted area :)) A staff worker was having a smoke, so I asked how do I get out? He was very friendly and showed me where to go. Apparently there are two exits. One is marked 'Exit' which is meant for emergency escape routes and staff, the other is marked 'Exit' which is for people who drop off there cars to use.  I can't see how I missed this, and take back all my moans about American signs.

So back to trying to find the arrivals bit. All I could find was a "kiss and fly" pick up point. I figured this must be it, or at the worst I'll get lucky.  No sooner had I sat down, April appeared :)

We went for lunch at a really nice seafood restaurant on the bay, and caught up. April stayed on an extra week at the Ranch and it was good to hear what they were all up to. I really miss those guys.  April then took me on a tour if the city. So cool.  We went up and down steep roads, down the a windy... whindey... whiney... a twisty road, and stopped at the Grace Cathedral. I felt bad that I was getting tired, but April kindly took me to the hotel. I was staying at the Holiday Inn.  It looked really nice from the website, had a bar and restaurant and I was looking forward to sleeping.  Bloke at the desk was really friendly, smiles and welcoming.  I have my name. "Sorry sir we don't have you on the list", so I showed him my reservation ticket.  His whole demeanour changed and he highlighted several times rather aggressively 'Holiday Inn EXPRESS', and pointed me out of the door and down the street. It wasn't far to walk, but no bar, not restaurant and not as nice looking. Actually it was perfect and I had a really good nights sleep.

Before heading to bed, I went for an explore around. Annoyingly a guy hustled me and I ended up giving him a few dollars, most just to get him to leave me alone. He kept flashing a warrant and saying I needed to pay a fine because I wasn't smiling enough, and growing a beard. I tried to just walk away but couldn't get past him. He moved about as quick as he spoke. Meh.  Welcome to fisherman's wharf.  It was so busy and touristy. It was nice to walk around, but just not really my thing. If you took away all the people, then I think I would have loved it.

Never mind.  Alcatraz tomorrow, and then I need to make my way to Fran and Dicks.  Hopefully it will be nice and simple :)

Quick pics: Me outside Apple's Infinity Campus

Quick pics: Where I reflected yesterday

Day 17: Reflection

So although I can't send this out until I find some wifi, I am writing this in the heart of a Redwood reserve. I've just eaten an American hotdog and listening to a bloke playing country music. The sun is out, but its not overly hot, even though its just turned 1pm.  It's my last Saturday in the states. I can't quite believe it, and the adventure has been so worth while.  It's had it's downs, but thankfully many more ups.

I've still got several days to go, but I think this might be my last chance to sit and relax. Every other day from now until I fly home is full of driving, island prisons and baseball.

Before I set out I had three goals: 1) to write, see if I could write and to find a way to continue writing past this sabbatical, 2) to make contacts in the US and discover what similarities/differences our two countries, and more specifically Dioceses/churches, have with one another, 3) to prove to myself that a trip like this is possible, and that I can expand my comfort zone.

On the whole I think I've achieved all of them, and more!

The writing retreat was so good, supportive and I learnt so much in such a short space of time. I'm so far from learning all the tips and tricks of the trade, but I've a new appreciation of what writers have to go through. More importantly I've discovered that more then just enjoying writing, I actually love it. It's been a week since I left Bishop's Ranch and I've continued to write and develop the story. Technically only one chapter is written, and will get tweaked more I'm sure, but I've fleshed out the next three chapters, plus the overall storyline, the ending, and (lol) a couple of sequels :S  the nice thing is, I can honestly call myself a writer and I know now that this is something I will continue doing and expanding, and who knows where it will end up.

I've certainly made contacts in the US. Some great contacts from Bishop's Ranch staff to people in the El Camino Real Diocese, from new friends in and around San Francisco to just generally feeling comfortable in the area.  The overall impression I get between our two dioceses is there is such a close similarity in both the problems and the solutions that the twinning makes so much sense. We can both learn from each other and also compliment each others work. It's a really good thing. But there are also very real cultural differences that keeps the partnership interesting and fresh. I hope it lasts for a very long time. I would also like to take this opportunity to thank everyone I've met for their hospitality and generosity.  It's made something which is very difficult and unnatural for me, easy and enjoyable.

On that note I come to my last objective, and the hardest to quantify in many ways.  I've done the trip and survived it so far :) so that's one tick. Although I like to think I come across well, personable and friendly, meeting new people and just making conversation is very hard for me. I'm naturally shy and introverted. I have this trick. I let people in so far, sharing something personal so that on some level we connect, but then hold more back almost like a safety blanket.  Just the fact I'm sat outside surrounded by people, and writing this, is a big step forward for me. It makes me feel uncomfortable and self conscious, but I'm doing it!  I guess the more I do it, the more comfortable it will become. And that's the real trick.

I don't think I can answer the third target until I get back home for a month or more.  I need to trust people a little more and not be afraid to let them in.  I also need to be comfortable with myself, both alone and with people.  Not cover up my self consciousness with sarcasm.
So it's now 1.45pm, and I've been sat writing in and amongst people for 45mins. That's a good start right?  So off now for more hiking and then back to Mary's.

Ratty signing off o/

Day 16: An Apple a day...

Today I went to Apple's Infinity Campus. Not next to it, not into the store by it (although I did go into there) but actually inside past the main entrance and into the Campus itself!  Quick thoughts: relaxed atmosphere, busy but calm, and a lot of beautiful people.  Yup this is definitely the age of the nerd.  

The morning was really productive. I slept really well and had a walk around the surrounding area before coming back to write up lots of things for my novel. The Blessing's have this really nice balcony area where I just sat, relaxed and wrote. Was really productive and I think I may have come up with the ending to the story!  I just need to fill in the middle part now.

Mary then took me out for the afternoon.  We went to Apple :)) Mary has a friend who works (I think head of) the iTunes and iCloud part of Apple, also called Mary. Annoyingly I left my camera and iPad at the house so the two Marys both took pictures on theirs lol. Just to prove I was there. Plus I have a name badge :)

The area is huge, sites about 10,000 employees and is only one of many in the area. They are just building a new site which will hold 16,000. I think Mary said they employ about 150,000 people, excluding all the shops and sites around the world. It's mad. I heard German, Swede, British, Japanese, Indian all sorts of nationalities represented. And they don't go seeking these people out. People come to them if something is advertised.  The whole campus (five buildings) revolves around a massive open area with a BBQ area and trees and area for a stage etc. The cafeteria is also huge and has everything you cold possibly want. Apples are all free.  The fruit I mean. Meetings were taking place outside, all the offices seemed to have balconies with chairs and tables.  The whole place was really quiet and relaxed, yet people were moving about working, in meetings, and obviously getting a lot done.   And the women! Wow!  I think I missed a trick growing up. I should have studied computers or software or something Apple related.  I just tried not to spend the whole time with my mouth open. We couldn't go into a lot of areas, but from what I could see it was just a really nice place to work.  We then went back out to the store. Apparently it's the only place you can buy clothing items. They don't do online shopping for them, and their stores around the world don't stock them apart from for special promotions.   Mary had a 10% or 15% staff discount which she let me use, depending on the item.  So I picked up a few presses for the family :)

We then briefly visited Mary's old church (and Apple Mary's current church) of St Jude's. it was so nice!  Huge. We'd spoken about the parish at both the Finance committee and Trustees committee, and it was nice to see the place. Met a guy called Brock and just sat in the sun for a bit.

We then went on to a brewery restaurant called (I'm fairly certain) BJ's, and met a guy called Kevin who joined us for dinner and the movie. Yup I went to a movie!  The Steve Jobs movie. But more on that later.  I had a proper American cheese burger, which was huge! Appetiser of calamari and a beer in the sun.  It was just the other side of the Apple campus we'd visited and very popular. We got there early (6pm :S) and got seated, but by the time we left there was a que outside.  It was interesting seeing all the employees either come out to eat/drink or leave in there really nice cars.

The Jobs movie, starring Ashton Kutcher (who I wasn't sure could carry the movie, but did really well) just opened that night and was independently made, but obviously with Apples permission. It was very brutal and frank, portraying Jobs as an ass but also a visionary and motivator. Basically he pulled together the right people to produce his visions. It was really good, very interesting, and quite inspiring. The bottom line for me was 'never accept anything less then doing your best, don't settle for what others do and think that's ok, but find a way of making your visions and dreams a reality'

Oh, and going up to the cinema counter and asking for "two tickets for jobs" made me chuckle.

Day 15: Bluejays, BB Guns and Rule Z

Better late then never.  Yesterday I had quite a full on day.  The night before I didn't get much sleep because of people coming and going from other hotel rooms.  I also found out what the nightly constant buzzing was.  On the outside wall, the wall where my head was resting on the other side, there is a huge neon sign saying "Econo Lodge" which gets turned on in the night.  Nice.

I got up, handed over my room keys, and headed to the beach.  I bought myself some fruit and juice and then just sat for about 40mins as a glorious morning rolled in.  Quite possibly the best day (or morning) of my time in Monterey in terms of morning weather.  As I sat there I thought about the last five days.  Ok the hotel room was pretty naff, but that was more to do with other guests and the traffic from outside, which when you consider I was right next to the exit and entrance to the Freeway, should be expected during a car show week.  The staff were nice and pleasant and rooms clean (except for the shower).  But all that aside, I was able to see some amazing places and walked miles in very different terrain.  I also had the pleasure of meeting Bishop Mary, Brian and the team, and sit in on two very interesting (and scarily familiar) committee meetings.  It made me realise that although we are oceans apart, the Church still has the same goals, makes the same achievements, and encounters the same problems.  Its given me much to consider, and I wonder what I can bring back with me to work when I return.  Definitely going to suggest going for breakfast before a meeting!

The Trustees Meeting was good.  Very educational, and again I was welcomed so warmly.   At each place I've been I've been made to feel so comfortable that its been very easy to relax.

After the meeting I followed Mary Blessing back to her home in Scott's Valley.  We didn't really get a chance to chat before hand because she was taking the minutes of the meeting, and then we dashed off.  The drive was nice, interesting.  Again I was fascinated by the changing environment (whilst keeping my eyes firmly on the road ofc).  We started in sand dunes, then into what I guess is wetlands (insert joke here please Vi :)), before hitting fields, then gradually growing forests until we reached the Redwoods.

A bit of sad news.  Mary received a call on the way home that one of her parishioners had passed away.  So she dropped me off at the house before going to the hospital.

I love the house!  The house is amazing!  I'll try to describe it, but I don't think I'll do it justice.  Its a 70s house (I think), built in the side of a steep hill surrounded by redwoods.  There is a communal pool just down the road, and neighbours are all close, but not overlooking each other.  You walk up steps round to the house (carefully because they aren't safe - a workman fell through one step recently), which sits above garage.  Its not really a shape... Its got lots of corners, rounded corners, several balconies and lots of windows.  Its kinda beautiful.  Inside there is what I'd describe as a central room (with a wall made completely of mirrors) and all other rooms coming off it, with several tiny rooms where you wouldn't expect them.  Out the back there are several platforms of decking all going up the steep hill, covered in Redwoods.  Apparently racoons and skunks make their homes there.  I really do love this house.  If I can find something similar in England then I'm going to be all over it!

I met Cristy, Mary's daughter, who is very cool.  She's spent a lot of time in England and gets our humour so it was so nice to just hang out.  That evening when Mary got back, she took me out to dinner with her husband Jim (whose really got a good sense of humour) and two of their friends from England.  We had Japanese food!  Never had it before, but it was nice.  I might have to try some more when I get back home.

So after a long day I kinda crashed and slept really well.  Today I'm going to explore the area in the morning, and then go to Apple... yes the Apple offices!  Then after we're going to watch the new "Jobs" film about Steve Jobs.  I can't wait!

p.s. if your wondering how the title relates to any of this, its simple a few words that I noted down from the Trustees Committee meeting... thats all I'm going to tell you :)

Time to catch up

Ok, I've been gone two weeks now, so it's time to catch up!

What's been happening?  I know Jess passed her exam :)) nice one matey, and that Tris and Ellie have both moved home (can't wait to see them both), but what else has happened?

Text or email me, or failing that just leave a comment.

Oh and here is a little something for Anne B which will make her smile. I thought you were joking about this, but when I ordered water yesterday the waiter didn't understand me. I had to wait until someone else ordered water, and then said '"I'll have the same"

Day 14: Dun bin gone where rich people bis be

I felt my blogs were getting a little samey, so I decided to spice things up a little.  First with the title in guttural Forest, and then with something that will blow your minds!  Trees and Golf!

*waits patiently for people to pick themselves off the floor

Golf!

*waits again

G...  No it was funny to see you faint the first two times.  A third time is just cruel.

So I was up at the dizzying hour of 8am this morning.  Up as in, out of the room and zooming south.  First on the list today: The Big Sur.  Wikipedia describes it as "a sparsely populated region of the Central Coast of California where the Santa Lucia Mountains rise abruptly from the Pacific Ocean".  I call it "Real Man's camping country".  Its about an hours drive from where I am staying, through the very rich and very pretty Carmel country, and all along the coast.  That was an adventure in itself!  Round steep sided corners, across bridges with large 4x4's coming the other way which have no idea of their size, drops off into the ocean, and the wind!  A couple of times I stopped along the coast to take pictures and the wind was incredible.  At one stop I couldn't even open the door for fear it would fly off.  I probably wouldn't have, but after this week I was taking no chances.

Finally I got to the Big Sur and met a bubbly little Ranger lady who said Awesome about 5 times in one sentence.
"How are you today?"
"Good thank you"
"And what are your plans?"
"um... park and hike a bit,"
"Awesome, come on in we'll give you a ticket which is awesome because it allows entry to our other awesome parks you have an awesome day now!"
Ok, so maybe only 4 times then.

Not many people around at 9am, so I put on my backpack and checked out the map.  First trail seemed simple enough.  A nature trail back towards the entrance and round.  10mins later I was back at the car, and thats with 8mins of photo taking.  "Pfft, Big my ... GOLF!" I thought (see what I did there.  *waits).

I spotted a bridge, so headed for that.  "Buzzards Nest Trail" it said.  "Ok," I thought, "This is more like it."
Half an hour later I wasn't lost.  I knew where I was.
An Hour later I still wasn't lost,  but I was less sure about where I was.
An Hour and a half later I finally admitted it.  I was lost.

I could here camping noises, so headed in that direction.  Now you folks back home are probably thinking "small tent, tiny campfire,"  Oh no no no!  This is Real Man's Camping!  I'm talking Caravans bigger then my house, reserved plots with a rope separating you from nature and your neighbours.  I'm talking portable DVD players and Tv's.  Not of this outdoor gear, ho ho, nope.  This is hot pant and bikini territory.  Wild.

FInally I made it back to my car.  It was pushing midday, I was hot, sweaty and my legs threatened to give out at any moment.  Luckily I had parked my car in the shade of an empty car park, which was now overflowing.  Picnic time and a gentle sit down.  Joking aside, I was knackered, but my back was ok.  Little achy , but not to bad considering I was carrying around a heavy backpack.  Those of you who know me, know that's a big deal.

So rested and fed, I headed back up the coast.  My destination Pebble Beach and the 17 mile drive.  Mary Beth from the Diocesan office lives in this beautiful area, which is all privately owned.  Normally you have to pay to get in, but Mary Beth was kind enough to let them know I was coming, and I sailed straight in.  1pm and I was surrounded by homes I could never afford.

I had planned to start on the south coast and work my way round, but got confused and headed north instead.  I'm so glad I did.  The first part took me up through the forest/wooded area.  Twisty roads that gave glimpses of nice looking apartments and homes.  Poppy Hills Golf Course was first on the list of places to stop, but was closed for renovation.  I wasn't disappointed for long, as the drive took me past some of the holes.  Dad would be so jealous.

I the went into the Spanish Links course, but quickly turned around in the car park as I wasn't sure if I was meant to be there, then found Spanish Bay.  A parking lot by the beach, and wow what a beach.  I still had an apple left from lunch so I just sat by the sand watching the surf.  I must have been there 20mins or more, and planned out where I wanted to stop.  In the end I just start stopped the whole length.  Poor car.

First proper planned stop was Bird Rock and Seal Rock.  I got out and all I could hear was the barking of the Seals!  I was thinking I'd be lucky to catch a glimpse of one, but there in front of me, playing about where hundreds of them!  Scanning back through the pictures, there is even more on the rock which I mistook for rocks at the time.  (If you ignore the double chin, and look past me in the picture below, you can see the Seal Rock).  Directly opposite, on the other side of the road was the Spyglass Hill Golf Course.  I'd love for me and Dan to play there and see how many cars, seals, people, houses we can hit!

I bullied myself into leaving.  Next along the coast was Cypress Point, the preferred view of the dramatic Pacific coastline according to the brochure.  And it was spectacular, but not as spectacular as the next stop - The Lone Cypress.  The most photographed tree in the world.  It was nice to look at, but the spectacular part was that there was a tiny tiny amount of parking :)  I got lucky, with someone trying to leave as I got there.  I let them out and parked up.  But the queue of cars behind me!  People were beeping the ones in front who just doggedly sat there waiting for a space.  I thought I'd oblige and reversed out, only to have some GOLF of a GOLFer (*waits) nearly hit me as he tried to overtake.  Nob Hill.

Oh wait, thats in San Francisco.

I bypassed the Ghost Tree, eager to get to the Pebble Beach Links course.  Well... I drove through it.  I was kinda gutted.  I was hoping to get some pictures for Dad, and possibly even eat there, but it was so packed full of cars for the Rally that I didn't get a sniff.  It was nearly 4pm now and i was getting tired and a little stinky.  Tbh if I'd walked into the resort smelling like this, they probably would have thrown me to the Seals.

So I battled my way home and treated myself to a McDonalds.  I was going to treat myself to something more (but stinky remember), and had half a mind to go back to the hotel and shower then come back out again, but I could feel my legs buckling under me from all the walking and driving.  Yes I'm a tart :)  I figured, end the trip to Monterey as I started it.  With a Maccy Ds.  And this one was so much better the the first ;)

So tomorrow is Trustees Meeting day, and tonight was my last night at the Hotel.  I'll admit that this wouldn't have been my choice of locations to stay at had I of known what it was like before arriving, and I did have half a mind to check out and go somewhere else after the first two nights, but I stuck it out and was rewarded with a "Thank you" note from the cleaners.  I don't know if they do this for everyone, but I'd like to think not.  My tip each day probably helped, but it was a nice gesture that made me smile when I walked in.

So I'm off for a little walk around the block.  See you on the morrow.  And one last thing...


GOLF!!!!

Me n the seals

Me n the seals.

Day 13: Working boy

Short blog today.  Why? Because I worked! Well kinda.

I went into the Diocesan offices today for 9am, and learnt all about what they do, and how they do it.  The first part of the day I spent with Jo Ann, who basically does my job, Jess' job, Anne's job and Gemma's job all in one.  The Diocese has 44 parishes plus 5 Missions, and operates it income through a scheme called Fair Share (similar to our Parish Share).

It was fascinating to see how familiar the whole system is, whilst culturally different.  Jo Ann was very kind and patient with me, and I really got a feel for how the Diocese works, and has changed over the last ten years.

I then met Bishop Mary.  I didn't know what to say or ask, but she was so welcoming I felt instantly at ease.  Quite possibly the nicest person I've ever met!  Although she was obviously  busy, she made time in her schedule to sit and chat with me.  I really appreciated it, and hope that I didn't come over poorly.  She spoke about the work they do, and the challenges the church has.  I wouldn't have imagined some of the things.  Yet she and her officers do it with a smile on their lips and a grace in their hearts.  I think Gloucester is so incredibly lucky to have this link.

I then went to lunch with Brian, the Chair of the Finance Committee Richard and the Diocesan treasurer Joanna.  It was so cool to sit and eat, relaxed, but prepping for the meeting in the afternoon.  I think we should defiantly do breakfast pre our Finance meetings!

Then we had the meeting of Finance Committee.  Its basically our Finance, Audit and Investment groups all rolled into one.  We covered a range of subjects, including a reading at the start which I was asked to comment on.  DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING!  lol way to be put on the spot :)  The range and variety of things this committee was able to talk about was incredible.  The meeting was also much more interactive then ours, with two conference calls, one planned, and one to a Treasurer.  It was really interesting to sit in on, and I thank Brian for allowing me to be there.

I then collected my thoughts, went to Safeway and bought dinner and lunch for my adventure tomorrow, then ended the day watching old cars pass me by as they headed for the Rally.

A good day, different to any I've had so far, but truly a great experience.  If Bishop's Ranch opened my heart, then Monterey has opened my mind.

These pictures don't really do the aquarium justice. I have more on my camera, but i hope you enjoy these until I'm able to upload them.

Day 12: Ironing with the Fishes

I couldn't decide what to call this blog.  It was either Ironing with the Fishes, or A Proper American Breakfast.

Stage 2, the Monterey bit of my sabbatical, is getting better and better :)

I woke up determined (more determined then yesterday) to get out and about.  So after a breakfast of tasteless waffle and an apple, I took myself on a misery tour of the area.  I had a couple of hours to spare before heading to the offices of El Camino Real and decided I'd try to get to the beach and circle the area.

I headed south towards Laguna Grande and Robert's lake, which are both close to the beach.  Seeing signs for the freeway, I detoured several times and although passed each of them, could never get close to either.  The beach seemed like a distant dream.

So I turned around and went North, heading up Monterey Road and around into a nice looking estate.  Suburbs I guess they call them here.  It all seemed rather new.  After getting lost in suburbia, I found myself on top of a sandy covered hill, deep in mist.  "How far had I driven?" I wondered, realising that it was about 15mins to 11am, the time(ish) I was meant to be seeing Brian.  I headed down hill and northwest, figuring that was probably the right direction seeing as I'd been going around in a circle.  Next thing I know I'd outside the offices with 10mins to spare.

I went in to a loverly welcome from Jo Ann and Mary Beth. I instantly knew that I was going to enjoy the next few days, as much like the Ranch staff, they were warm and friendly.  The office seemed so tranquil, with a chapel inside where I believe the meetings will take place, and a nice looking garden out the back.  Brian welcomed me, took me through the next few days agenda, and the out for lunch!

Being driven around gave me such a different view of the area.  Brian took me to the beach, and then pointed out a few places to eat before taking me to a diner.  Such a good atmosphere.  Brian described like a pub where people eat, and I could totally see what he meant.  We had a nice chat about diocesan life whilst I tucked into a proper american breakfast.  I wasn't sure what to get, so Brian made the suggestion, and wow did it beat me!  Scrambled eggs, potatoes, sausages and biscuit in gravy.  I think Dad would love the biscuit in gravy.  The white gravy sauce had a pepper kick to it.

Feeling much better with life, having chatted and met new friends, I took myself off to Monterey.  I drove casually around the area, before parking up and touring around a bit.  Slowly but steadily I headed for the Aquarium.  Everyone said how cool it was, but they never said HOW COOL IT WAS!!!!  I've never seen anything like it.  The tanks are huge, and you can get in close to all the fish and ocean creatures.  My first face to face was with a Giant Octopus, and I mean GIANT!  Then I just walked around slowly taking it all in.  In some places I just sat and watched the giant tanks.  All in all I think I spent over three hours there (I also ate).  Getting back out of Monterey was a pain.

I found out from Brian that there was a big car rally, exhibition, auction going on this week.  That explains why the hotels were so booked up, and the number of cars going around.  It seemed that I'd decided to leave the aquarium just as everyone else in the area wanted to move about as well.  The slow traffic did give me time to see some really really nice cars though.  I wish I was able to take some pictures whilst driving, but decided against it.

So I got back to the hotel and ironed some shirts for tomorrow and thursday.  I know!  I ironed!  And Kerry isn't even in the same country!  At least I hope I've ironed them correctly.  I don't want to embarrass myself tomorrow.  I'm meeting Bishop Mary and then attending Finance Committee.  Looking forward to it :)

Its now 7pm, and I'm kinda beat.  Part of me is thinking of heading to the beach... Part of me is wondering what all the sirens are outside.  Part of me isn't thinking at all, and thats probably the part I like best.

Day 11: Diversity and new cars

After yesterday, I was ready for a nice sleep.  Brian and Sarah both made me feel I had friends in the area, and so  i was determined to get the car business out of the way and get on with the day.

Unfortunately a group of young 20somethings had other ideas.  At 10.30pm they all decided to go out.  To where I have no idea.  Lots of whooping and shouting and car horns.  I've since realised that the car horns were more likely them locking their cars, but at the time each beep was greeted with an expletive.

Part of me was tempted to stick my head out around the door and see if I could join them.  After all I was here to try new things.  But a chorus of "Moves like Jagger" from one of them made me decide that was no longer on the cards.

I'm not convinced that my window shut properly here, or is possible made from glass paper.  Cars no problem, but motor cycles and muscle cars racing up and down go from exciting to monotonous fairly quickly.  That coupled by the constant buzz of the fridge in my room meant I dozed rather then slept.  At 2am the horde returned.  "Dude, you need like two cherries haw haw haw" was the only legible thing I heard.

And so the sun started to rise, joined with a chorus from crows and seaguls.  I knew I had to face the car company.  I worked out my route, then hopped in the shower.  Man I miss the showers at Bishop's Ranch!  They had a seat and covered you with water.  This in comparison was like trying to use up the last few drops in the hose before the water runs dry.

But washed and routed off I went.  This was the first culture shock.  I left what must be a fairly poor part of town, into cliff sided roads and the smell of pine trees in a matter of minutes.  I found the airport, parked up and spoke to a really nice lady who told me not to worry.  These things happen and here's a new car.  I asked how much it might cost, but she didn't think it would be a huge amount as i took out the insurance.  So all I need to do now is look after this car and pray that there isn't any hassle at the airport.

Somehow I took a wrong turn and ended up in Monterey, Fisherman's Wharf.  So I decided to go check it out.  Still petty early in the morning, so not many tourists but lots of joggers.  It was nice, and I found the aquarium, which I'm planning to go and see tomorrow.  I also had a muffin and a drink for breakfast.   Mmm there is nothing like a muffin in the morning.

I came back to the hotel, because I'd scheduled some Face Time with Mum, Dad and the girls.  It wasn't working :( I think it must be something to do with the hotel security settings.  So I went out again, partly to brave the car and learn to drive proper like, and to see Point Lobos Reserve.  Wow!  I headed down south, out of Monterey and into Carmel.  I only skirted the town, but the homes were amazing.  Such contrast to where I am staying.  The views were outstanding.  I stopped several times and in the end went into the Reserve itself.   I didn't see any otters, but I did see hundreds of Japanese tourists.  They were quite as cute, floating on their backs trying to open clams, but at least I saw some wildlife.

It was nearing 1pm, and I was disappointed not to find a cafe or shop, but instead I headed back into a place called the Crossroads.  Nice little shopping centre with a safeways.  I was feeling pretty knackered, so I decided to make some sandwiches and get a microwave meal for tonight.  That way I could go out if I wanted, or stay in.  No harm, no foul.

Just realised that this is the halfway point of my sabbatical!

So its now 3pm and I'm back at the hotel.  I feel like there is still a lot of the day I should be using up, but its pretty grey out there.  I was hoping it would brighten up, and I think it is just starting to, but i need a nap :))

One good thing came out of last night.  I got more ideas for my novel.  I was going to have one of the main characters wake up and explore the town, but now I have some experiences I can work in which might help flesh the story out.  Going to do that after my nap lol

Take care all

Call from the blue that brought me peace

Feeling a bit more with it now. Just eaten (bad but really good McDonalds) and was feeling sorry for myself when Sarah Nordwick rang!  Completely out of the blue, but so needed. The one thing I'm realising coming to California is that people are so nice and friendly.  Just to be able to speak to someone was just what I needed.  Sarah didn't have to do that, but I  so glad she did. Feeling better.  Now i will share a poem I wrote :S


Its called 'Driving on the right'

As I drive here on the right
I consider what I've left
Had I always been on the wrong side of the road?

If I'd been so wrong
Why did it feel so right
And why does right now feel like an awkward road?

Maybe if I steer towards the left
It'll feel like middle ground
But then will I end up on the fence or off the road?

So I'll stay here on the right
Remembering what I've left
Driving on the right side of the road

Day 10: Lonely in Monterey

Bit of a bleak title but its been a very strange day. Tired and just want to crash.

Oh wait, that already happened!

The day started in odd fashion. I was so sad to leave the ranch, nervous about needing to drive, and anxious to get started.

I'm not good with goodbyes. To the ladies on the writing course, I'm sorry I didn't get to see all of you before you left yesterday.  Cass (my favourite) must have sensed I needed to do something so he invited me vegetable picking with his family. They're all so nice. We the ranch eats tonight, the big ones were Cass and the little ones were mines :S

April was also so kind and took me down to the local airport to catch a shuttle/bus. We're meeting up again when I get back to San Francisco and I can't wait. So at 11am we headed out. I caught the bus and arrived at SFO just after 2pm.

The journey was good. Really good. We went over the Golden Gate Bridge!  Through the city and into the airport.  Everyone got off on the domestic flights part, and so I chatted with the driver for the last bit.  Friendly bloke who use to live in Scott's valley.

I had a look around, got my bearings for when I need to fly home, had some sandwiches for lunch and headed out for the car hire place.

I planned to go with Hertz, but their line was literally snaking around the room!! I couldn't believe it. So I made an executive decision and went to the International line which only had a few people.

Seemed easy enough, but he was asking questions about car size that I just couldn't follow. I'm not really a car person. I think I got an ok deal. Got down to the parking lot, got told to pick a car and go.

So I did. No problem. Easy. Got out of the airport onto the 101 highway/freeway(?) and BANG! Clipped something that knocked the wing mirror off, smashing the glass.

I panicked.  I was on the freeway, not easy way to get off and if I did, where would I go? I literally clipped it, so. U hope was that the mirror had just fallen out and I could easily pop it back in. Nearly 3 hours later I arrived at the hotel/motel and found that the mirror had smashed and was hanging off.

Apart from that, no damage to the car I was pleased to says, but I was feeling stupid and embarrassed. An email conversation from April helped and a call to the International helpline (I had to go through roadside assistance in the end!) was really helpful. Spoke to a nice chap called Keenan who noted down the incident, didn't think it would be that big a deal, and said I should take it to the local office in Monterey.

So tomorrow that's what I'll do. But tonight I'll try to sleep. My room overlooks a gas station, and is on the other side of the road from appears to be a bikers garage. Like meaty Harley's. there is also a young group of lads staying just along from me who like to yell at each other.

Man I miss the ranch. So here's me signing off. Lonely in Monterey.

Closest to a bear I've gotten

A bear for Danny and Vi!

Om nom nom

Day 9: The search for Day 8

I missed a day out of my blog.  Partly on purpose, and partly because I was so engrossed in my writing.

I also realised that my writing about the day consisted of going back a day, and I'm not sure that made sense.  So here I am on day 9, the last day of the retreat and my last full day before heading down south to Monterey.

I've tried to shy away from giving my opinions of people, and to focus more on what I'm feeling, experiencing and seeing.  I hope it doesn't come across as self absorbed.  For the same reason I've tried to stay away from naming people unless it doesn't matter or make sense.  But another reason for not writing yesterday was because I would have gone against these self imposed rules.  Don't worry, its nothing bad, in fact far from it.  I just tend to write these blogs and post, so what you get is unedited (poorly spelt and grammatically incorrect) thoughts as they pour onto the page.  I think if I'd written yesterday it would have been an outpouring of praise which would have rambled on and on...

I am truly in a heavenly and inspiring place.  The staff, the retreat group, the setting.  Its hard to describe.  I thought I'd be lonely, shutting myself away, but instead I feel free.  Yesterday Sean, the director, asked if I felt boxed in having spent so many days at the Ranch without a car or way out.  I think its because he saw me loitering by the kitchen.  I was actually doing laundry (oh, and the American fable of losing socks in the dryer is true!).  I told him honesty that I didn't.  There was so much to see and do, and so much space to sit and think. and importantly to write.  I'm going to be really sad leaving this place.

People said to me before I left, "You won't want to come back," and I thought it doesn't matter how much I love it, of course I'll want to come back.  Home is home.  But like someone said to me over breakfast this morning, I've now found a second home in California.

So tomorrow is the big trip.  The next three days are the ones I was dreading the most after riding the BART.  That trip was good, so I hope the next part is as well.  The drive is making me nervous, and then spending two days alone.  Although I've spent a lot of time alone here, I've always been able to speak to people in the morning and evenings.  Not having that will be hard.

But I'm looking forward to spending time with Brian, Sarah and Mary in Monterey and Scott's Valley.  I think it will be really interesting seeing how parishes work out here.  I've already learnt a lot from the ladies, about their faith, churches and the outlook of the episcopal community.

I just wanted to sign off with a note to my fellow writers, just in case you read this blog.  It has been my pleasure to work alongside you all.  You are an inspiration and all so talented.  I would love to see how each of your works progress and if you ever find yourselves on the other side of the pond (picking up the lingo), please feel free to come pay me a visit.

Day 7: Zomg I'm a Writer!

I had the BEST nights sleep for ages last night. One of those proper deep unwakable (is that a word?) sleeps where not even dreams can get a foothold.

Yesterday was so full of different exhausting emotions.  I was excited in the morning at having a focus - I was going to tame the wild opening chapter of my book.  It started well.  Add a word here, change a word there, rip out full sentences and then carefully reconstruct them. Then I hit a... I want to say wall, but that's not the best way to describe it. I didn't stop.  I knew what I wanted to write but making it have any sort of sense and fit into the chapter was hard. Really hard. Like brain draining, mentally exhausting hard. I toiled with it throughout lunch and into the afternoon, finally getting to a point where I felt comfortable to share it with the group.

Ah man!

I'd not really thought about the evening activity of reading.  Reading my work.  Reading my work to people.  Reading my work to people who would be focussed on me, listening. Oh no! They'd be listening. There would be nowhere to hide. They'd all be nice about it, because they are lovely supportive people.  But would they like it?

Excitement turned to intense concentration, now became dread and fear. I kept telling myself that I was being silly. That I'd spoken in front of groups before. In fact I'd spoken to this group, sharing stories and experiences.  But never this. Never about my science fiction fantasy world that I had developed with my best mate into something that was now deeply personal and enjoyable for me.

It was like letting people into the inner workings of my head. Those of you who know me, know that it's difficult for me to let people into anything I consider truly personal. Whether that's my home, true feelings or emotions. Instead I cover things over with sarcasm, jokes, stories about others - always having an escape route. Some people think they know me (I guess we can all relate to this in some way). They'll read the sentence above and think "I've been to matt's home, I've had him tell me personal things, and I've seen his true emotions". But like most people, I only ever show the outer layer of these things. Maybe giving a glimpse, sometimes giving away more then I intended, but never revealing all. Even this blog (namely this post) where I'm probably being more opening then I normally would, there are still thoughts and experiences I've had during the day that will remain private. I think that's good. I like the phrase "my life is an open book, you read it". But this retreat has made me realise that even the best books go through many drafts, edits and thought before the final version is ready for reading.

But with reading tonight, it was all or nothing. Yes there are bits that I edited, removed, changed and rewrote. But this was more then people reading something I had written. This was me reading to them. It really did feel like I was bearing my soul and putting myself out there; vulnerable.

So I spent the afternoon practising, more rewriting, more practicing.   By dinner I was as ready as I felt I could be. I was going to do this. I needed to do this. One of the reasons for this sabbatical was so I could expand my comfort zone, try new things and feel more comfortable with myself.

I'd had a glass of wine, but when I started to speak my throat felt so dry. I tried to speak slowly, clearly, putting emphasis where it was needed. Just like reading a story, because after all that's exactly what it was. In my head it sounded like I was merging sentences into one, I stuttered over words and phrases.  I even started giving one of the inconsequential characters a Forest twang when he spoke.  Would my audience appreciate or even understand the rolling R's and "Ooo er's"?

I got to the end and risked looking up. I was presented by smiles. Genuine smiles. It's all a bit of a blur, but I think the first words were "I want to hear more!" Followed quickly by a "I want to find it in my bookshop!".  I love these ladies!  April, who had already read a draft and given me so much confidence, wasn't at the session because she wasn't feeling well. I thought, well at least if no-one else gets it I know she will, and her absence had given me pause. But the comments were so nice. And not nice supportive (although they were), but they got it. They understood and grasped the world I'd created, and they had become immersed in it. Picturing it, seeing it in their minds eye.  The feedback was constructive, not just "I loved it" and move on.  They identified a gap in the chapter and without telling me what I should do, helped guide me because they were intrigued, not because it was bad. "I want to know more about..." Was the phrase.

I can't begin to explain the relief. I'm not even sure if that's the right word. One thing people do know about me is I need acknowledgment.  Not praise, not rewards, but just simple acknowledgment that I have worked hard at something and that they appreciate it, even if they don't agree or think its bad. Tonight, maybe without realising it, this group who at the start of the week had been complete strangers, acknowledged and appreciated something I'd been working on in various forms for nearly a decade. And this is as much an appreciation for my buddy Tris, so I hope you get a chance to read this matey, and that I've done it justice enough so you can feel the powerful sense of warmth that I'm feeling. If not, when I get home we'll sit down with a pint (or several) and I'll try to relive it for you.  This story is as much yours as it is mine mate, and the characters brought to life through your inspiration.

*wipes a tear from his eye

Er... Do I tell you about the swarm of bees, or how the staff are joking that they might have to ban me from the Ranch because I've brought the British weather with me?  At least I hope it's a joke!

Nah, maybe I'll save that until tomorrow and instead get down to some writing. Cos that's what I do you know? I'm a writer :)  

Day 6: Poems & Pubs

Yesterday's evening session we did something cool.  To help us experiment with words and language, and so I would have to read out loud, Laurie asked us to note down ten things that, had we'd carried a polaroid camera around with us during the day, we would have take pictures of.

She the had us form and manipulate sentences and around these pictures until we had seven different versions of the same ten starting points.  I discovered first how lazy my normal sentence writing is and how there are more interesting ways of saying the same thing, also how clever some sentences can make you sound, and how stupid trying to formulate the sentence can make you feel when given certain parameters :)

In the end we had to take eight of our favourite sounding sentences which then Laurie had us write in a specific order to form a poem called a Pantoum (think thats spelt right)

Apparently you can tell a lot about a person from this sort of poem, as the final result is out of there hands.  I wonder what the following says about me?

...
The day quietly burns off the mist over the pool
I am a vulture in flight
I am the mist over the pool burning off quietly during the day
I am a quail on the road escaping unwanted attention

I am a vulture in flight
I am the bedroom in shadow bringing comfort to my guest
I am a quail on the road escaping unwanted attention
I am the tractor on the hill

I am the bedroom in shadow bringing comfort to my guest
I am the fields being circled silently by vultures
I am the tractor on the hill
I am the comfort bringing shadow for my guest

I am the fields being circles silently by vultures
I am a vulture in flight
I am the comfort bringing shadow for my guest
The day quietly burns off the mist over the pool
...

I'm writing this blog earlier today then normal as I have an assignment to write which is not optional (little private joke incase any of my fellow retreat writers are reading this).  It also means I'm going to be reading to the group tonight, which I find terrifying.  Eeek!

But before I sign off, here's two things which I hope make you smile.  This morning I went down to the pool for a swim, and after 10 lengths I took a deep breath and dropped to the bottom of the pool.  Held my breath for a few seconds and then burst to the surface shattering the silent morning with rapturous songs of Hallelujah!  As my welsh brother from a different mother would say, "True story!"

There is also a large boys choir staying at the Ranch this week, and they are awoken each morning by two loud speakers by the side of the pool blasting out choir music.  I tried ducking under the water again to see if it would stop, but nope.  Apparently my swimming pool antics have the power to create music, but not to shut it off.

I also came across a book which the folks back home might find amusing.  It called The English Pub, and filled with... well somethings I'm like "Nah, that doesn't happen" and others I'm all "er... yeah done that"

Here are two pictures for you.  The first had a title that made me laugh, the second... well lets see if Colin and Julia can place the second :)  I hope so because I think we spent most of my time in Tewkesbury there.

o/

Day 5: Nom nom nom for mind and soul

Day five!!! That's nearly a quarter of the way through the sabbatical. Today was a nervous but good day :)) I nearly overslept and woke with a start! MUST GO SWIMMING! Got down to the pool and had a bad sesh. Only 20 laps and I pulled a muscle in my boob.

But nom nom nom'd down some breakfast of scrambled eggs, melon and potato bits and moved on to doing some serious writing. It's kinda cool. I'm doing something completely alien to my day to day work. Writing about a fantasy world where spreadsheets don't exist. Well maybe not, but that might be my new project.

This morning I was feeling down about how the evening ended, or rather my thoughts at the end of the evening. Downing a large bottle of beer very quickly probably explains the oversleeping. But thanks to you guys and your comments, texts, tweets and calls I quickly came around. You guys are awesome. I just have two requests: keep in touch (it feels me with positive energy) and (for work pals) don't let Jess throw out all of my stuff/(for family) don't let Mum throw out all my stuff.  Is that actually three requests?

I'm writing this earlier then before.  It's 5.15pm and I've still got a group dinner and activity session to look forward to. I've just come back from an individual look at my writing with Laurie and feeling quite energised. I learnt a lot in just 45 mins, and have an assignment to complete for tomorrow's evening sesh.  Looking forward to it. I wonder if this counts towards my 40 hours of CPD (continued professional development)?

So I have an hour to dinner. Do I sleep, snooze or simply just rest my eyes for a bit? Life is hard here on the Ranch :)

Day 4: Meeting welsh people, picking fruit and being intimidated

Today was a good day pretty much.  I woke up and felt at ease with myself and the Ranch, had my swim, and then tucked into one of the tasty breakfasts that the Ranch prepares each day.  I attended the service in the chapel, and was so warmly greeted at the peace that I felt completely at home.

That morning I had a productive session of writing, planning out my novel and just getting all the ideas down on paper.  A quick facetime home with Dad left me feeling that although I'm miles away on the other side of an ocean (and continent) everything is still the same.  Life goes on.

That afternoon, just before lunch I helped Cass pick some fruit, then helped Laurie set up for the writing in ordinary time retreat which started today.  Trying to balance that fine line between being helpful and getting in the way, I think I managed it pretty well.  Cass showed me his bees and I was amazed at the little civilisations he described.  Five minutes of him talking and I was hooked on these buzzing little creatures.

I took myself off and found a bench over looking the valley and surrounding countryside, and realised how lucky I was to have had friends who could introduce me to a place like this.

Back at the Ranch the first couple of people for the retreat were arriving.  There would be eight of us in all, including April who I met the day before, and Laurie who was leading.  April offered to go into Healdsburg for some wine (the place is full of wineriesproceeded), so I joined her so I could grab some beer.

Healdsburg is not really what I imagined.  It was much more affluent then I had pictured, even though I had been told as much at a meal earlier in the week.  We stopped at a supermarket and I found the beer section.  Today was getting better!  A voice said "you tried this one?".  I turned to the young gentleman and explained I didn't know any of these brands as I was just visiting from England.
"Where about's?" was the enthusiastic reply
"A place called Gloucester," I told him, "on the border of England and Wales,"
"I'm Welsh!" he exclaimed.
"Wow," I thought, "what are the chances."  He sounded american so I asked when he'd come over?
"We came over in about 1865..." he then proceeded to tell me where his family had settled etc whilst I just stood there holding back a snort of laughter at the misunderstanding.  But he was really nice and loaded me up with three local beers and wished me a good day.  He went to shake my hand, but I was now carrying three large bottles of beer so rather awkwardly put my fist in his open palm.  He still shook it.  We passed again as I headed to the cashier and we fist bumped with him telling me to "take it easy brother" with a genuine smile.  Cool! I'd found myself as real welsh american buddy.

On the way back, April took me on the scenic route and we chatted about general stuff: Politics, royal babies, books, royals, her history, and babies of the royal variety.  It was a really nice car ride, and I came back arms loaded with beer ready for the retreat.

My retreat group was with seven ladies of varying ages and backgrounds.  All really nice and friendly.  I don't know if I focussed the conversation on myself, or if they focussed it on me, but a mixture of me being the only male, british, and obviously incredibly charming seemed to keep turning the attention back in my direction.  Thats probably just how I remember it, and their blogs will read "that damn brit just went on and on about 'back home' and cricket".

We settled in for the first activity evening session, which is one of the reasons this blog is being written late, and each lady talked about their intentions for the week and then read a little something.  Wow...

The first two ladies were preparing memoirs.  The first read of the burial of here sister when she was very young, and whom she had never met because her sister was born sick.  I had to hold back the emotions, seriously, it was powerful stuff.  The next spoke of her husband passing away earlier this year, how her memoirs would be about her father, brother, husband and grandson who all fought in various wars. She then read from a travel article that she'd written when her husband, who was in a wheel chair, was alive and together they travelled the world.  Wow...

I felt so out of my depth and just thought about what I had written.  I volunteered to speak next, partly because I didn't want to go last against this amazingly high standard of writing, but also just to stop the nerves from getting the better of me.  I didn't read, but explained the concept of the fantasy world I was writing about.  Earlier in the day April had read part of my story and said she'd loved it.  I was so thankful for this support, otherwise I think I could have easily rolled into a ball right there and disappeared.  The group all gave reassuring and positive smiles, saying the concept sounded really interesting.

The next lady was also writing a novel, and like me, had never shared it with anyone.  She talked about her nervousness to share what she was putting down on the page, but still read an extract.  Wow...

It was amazing, I felt both inspired and nauseous at the same time.  The standard of the group was incredible.  How could I ever match it.  The final three ladies all spoke.  April read a poem which was powerfully perceptive and told of her intention to start a mystery novel.  Pat, who is also the Ranch's chaplain, spoke of wanting to write about finding spirituality in common places, and changing service texts to reflect the sessions or episcopal calendar.  Anne spoke of her background as lawyer come primary school teacher, and how she'd always struggled with but found fascinating the psalms.  So her intention this week was to write some psalms of her own, so that she could better understand them.  Wow...

To finish off, Laurie spoke of her background and then read from a novel she had been working on for the last three years about Desdemona from Othello, written in a series of journal like entries, leading to the point when she marries Othello.  Wow... the writing was so beautifully descriptive and elegant.

As everyone said their goodnights, I sheepishly passed what I had written to Laurie and instantly regretted it.  Not because of anything she did or said, I think Laurie is going to be a wonderful teacher and inspiration, just because of my own insecurities. I think she was a bit surprised and asked what I'd like her to do with it.  I stammered a little, just asking for some pointers.  Throughout, from the initial website to the talk Laurie gave at the start of the evening, the emphasis was on being creative and not worrying about being any good or not.  April had already given positive feedback, as had the few people I'd shown my work to back home before flying over.  As I swam in the pool this morning I reminded myself of that.  In many ways it didn't matter if it was any good or not, only that it made me happy and that I enjoyed doing it.  Sooner or later this week I'd have to share, and I guess that the only thing from stopping me from doing that, would be me.
So I need to suck it up; face that fear.  Come on Ratty, take on the world and show it whose boss!

Day 3: Time flies in America

Day three? Really? Day three already. I guess day one doesn't really count as I was flying, and day two was when my brain was only half functioning, so day three is really day one proper. Awesome, my sabbatical break isn't passing quickly before my eyes!

It's now just gone 5pm local time and I'm feeling a mixture of pleasant satisfaction and uneasy nervousness. Both for the same reason. I'm in America! I've travelled here alone and now sat in the wonderfully restful Bishops Ranch. This is an experience building adventure and its scary :))

I figured writing a log each day will help to ease the nerves, grow confidence and when I get back, it'll give me something to smile about. I hope it makes you smile to!

The day started at around 4am give or take. Back home I have this nasty habit of waking up at this time as well, and it appears my body clock doesn't care which country it's in.  Outside a coyote was howling! A real coyote! At breakfast a bit later on Cass would tell me about the pups he heard as well, and then at lunch I'd be told about a rattlesnake which was caught and was sat (can snakes sit?) in a white bucket by the office. Really wildlife living wild!  Just remember, I was told, they're just as scared of you as you are of them.

At 6.45am I decided to go and have a swim. I figured no-one would be around at that time, so a pleasant swim would get the day off to a nice start. How right I was. It was pleasantly cold out (glad I wore a T-shirt to the pool in an attempt to hide my tummy), and the water was pleasantly warm.  The fog was pleasantly burning off the hills around me, and pleasantly no-one else was around. Tummy hiding mission a success. A few more days swimming and I might venture walking down to the pool without a T-shirt and only a cleverly placed towel draped casually over my shoulder but still hiding the stomach that doesn't want to back down.

Maybe...

Over a breakfast of sausages and pancakes (food here is amazing) i was reintroduced to a family I'd met last night from Seattle and chatted with Lisa (member of staff) and Laurie (the writing retreat leader) about the history of the US and which states had been purchased, which had been taken and which had been just always around. The history is this area is so different to back home, I felt completely ignorant but loved hearing them discuss it. It's something I'll brush up on when back home.

I decided then that I was here to write, and so that's what I would do for the day. I penned a few ideas down, forming a structure to the story I would be writing. But it needs a hook, something to draw the reader in, but I'm struggling with that at the moment. At lunch i met another person who arrived early to attend the same retreat as me. She came last year and settled my nerves down. Last year everyone was so supportive and she loves science fiction. So far so good.

The music camp had their last day today and put on a show for family before leaving. I fully intended on going to watch, as their singing at each meal was a lot of fun. But I made the mistake of taking a nap after lunch. Two hours later I got up to find it was just finishing. Meh.      

So here I am, sat outside the office in the sun and wind, thinking of what delights await me at dinner.  It's been the first day of reflection. I guess part of my nerves is a little home sickness, but I guess everyone gets that. But I read the first book in a series that was recommended before I left by Becky in the office. It's called 'Tieless in Tokyo' by Anthony Phillips and the best 70p I've spent so far on this trip. The guy is genius, writes like I think, is witty, observant and made me remember that I'm not the first person to go travelling alone to a place they've wanted to visit for years. Anthony if you're reading this (or Becky if she wants to pass this on), there's no robots here either :) go download it on kindle, read it and tell your friends. Like me, I'm sure you'll enjoy every bit of it.

So that's me signing off for the day.  Day three, day of swimming early, sleeping late and generally working out how to relax.

Quick pics

This is a picture of the ranch's chapel with the ranch house behind

And this is a nice picture with the pool in the background where I took a dip at 6.45am this morning

And finally this is where I'm staying for the next week or so

 I'll get some better pictures tomorrow :)

Day 2: Heading to the Ranch

So I promised you a proper round up of the trip yesterday.  I actually wrote all of this once already.  It was humorous, no spelling mistakes or poor punctuation.  But I lost it when the wi-fi connection disappeared.  This one may not be as funny, will have spelling and punctuation mistakes, so please look past that and imagine what it could have been like.

Ok so I was told before leaving for Heathrow that terminal one was a "nightmare".  I visited Sweden last year (hey Anki and family), and went through terminal three.  On that trip I had to remove my shoes (big walking boots that take hours to get off) and belt (thankfully my trousers didn't drop), and still got beeped going through customs.   I then had to stand in a human sized x-ray machine and patted down by a security guard.  If terminal one was worse then what would I encounter?  Sniffer dogs? A full cavity search?

So I was pleasantly surprised when all I got was a "You ok?" from the nice lady in uniform.  No beep, no hassle, just an endless wait in the waiting lounge of desolation.  Airports are so boring.  Terminal three was ok.  It had relatively interesting people walking around; but terminal one!  Sheesh.  Big and boring.

The 11 hour flight was good.  Only once did a baby start screaming, food was nice (gave me wind, but that just meant I got more space around me), and all the seats had on-demand screens with movies, tv, audio books, radio... everything!

I was in seat 25a (not 42b as Colin and I thought).  When I got there the numbers stopped, so I asked the big american fella in the aisle seat if this was "row 25?".  "I hope so," came the grumpy reply.  Once the flight took off, he spent the whole time leant forward asleep.  This was fun because he kept changing the channels on the touch screen with his forehead.  Not so much fun was the having to wait for him to wake up, so I could get to the bathroom.

As I was getting settled down, the guy who would be sat in the middle seat joined us.  I figured that we'd be neighbours for the next 11 hours so I'd introduce myself.  He looked genuinely shocked!  But I did find out his name was David.  Are all Davids like this? I'm glad I made the connection though, because for the rest of the flight he'd inform me, when passing in the aisle, which bathroom was vacant.  He was always wrong, but the thought was there.

I watched three films (This will make Hanzi jealous).  A Good Day to Die Hard, which was the darkest film I've ever watched.  Not moody, or sinister, or full of dark humour, but just dark.  Everyone was in shadows, and I couldn't tell what was going on half the time.

I also watched one of my all time feel good favourites - Major League.  Dunno why, but I do love that film.  Then I finished off by watching Iron Man 3.  Great movie; the most human superhero movie I think I've ever seen.

On landing, and I'm not exaggerating here, we had to split into US Citizens and Visitors.  For every visitor there was at least 20 citizens!  Needless to say I sailed through whilst others just trying to get home were stuck for ever.  When it came to picking up the luggage, others were fighting over black and brown bags, but my yellow beauty stuck out like a sore thumb.  And you all laughed at me, well IN YOUR FACES!

No sooner then I had picked it up, I was off to find the BART (Bay Area Rail Transport).  Simple enough.  Get a ticket and get on.  I was confused and so asked a lady on the help desk.  "Get a ticket and get on," she said.  So I did.  I knew I had to change, but was confused over where and when.  After the first stop, I asked a gentleman and his wife what to do.  He was really helpful and directed me fully, then asked "Have they given the baby a name yet?".  It took me a second, then I realised they were talking about the little prince.

More excitement on the BART which took an hour from the Airport to El Cerrito.  Well I say excitement.  I meant a really aggressive rapper, rapping about Jesus into his phone.  "Dead sea scrolls, telling us how he rolls, blood sweat and tears, but he didn't give into fears," followed by a "word word".  I also heard someone call someone else "Dawg" in a very natural way that an english person could never get away with.  And so my adventure in America began!

That night I drank a lot of wine, slept well, and met to great people in Dick and Fran.

Today Fran drove me up to Bishops Ranch.  What a beautiful place (see picture below), so restful and stunning.  There is vultures here, lizard, rattle snakes and even a mountain lion (or so I've been told).  The people are warm and friendly, and all I need to do now is relax and contemplate life.

Simples :)

p.s. as I write this, the Ranch Caretaker who is called Cass, just brought me a beer!  He doesn't drink, but his wife thought I might like one.  I think they are now my favourite people on the ranch :)  Which seeing as everyone has been so amazing, is saying a lot!

Day 1: Getting to where I'm heading

Very quick post just to sum up day 1 before I fall asleep!  I MADE IT!

First off I have to say the welcome from Fran and Dick was just what I needed. Warm and friendly and live in a house with the most incredible views!

I'll try to take a better one tomorrow, but that is THE bridge!!

Right... Summary... Thought there was a female with elf ears on the plane, turned out to be a girl with a pink bow.  Airports and planes are officially the most boring places ever!! Couldn't really sleep and worked out I've been up for 20 hours now.

But I think I'm starting to get excited :))

More when I'm awake

24hours and counting!

Its a little over 24 hours before I fly off and I think everything is in place.  Passports, flight details, pen and paper all packed and ready to go. 

I've completed everything that needs completing at work, and now all that is left is the nerves and excitement.

I have to say that people have been amazing.  The kind hospitality of those I'll be meeting in the US, and the support I've received from friends, colleagues and family has made taking this trip feel like despite going at it alone, I'll always have someone watching my back.

Having not the best self-esteem and confidence, doing things like this I never find easy.  But once I'm doing it, my comfort zone grows (that's a nod to you Jerry :) ) and its all good. 

So just wanted to make my first post a post of thanks to everyone who has helped, supported and generally put up with me for the last nine months :)

Cheers guys, I wouldn't be doing this without you