My name is Alenka. I am a native of Slovenia, living in Lake Tahoe California and La Ventana Bay in Mexico with one husband, four grown children, three growing grandchildren, and one magnificent golden retriever Monty.
I write here, there and everywhere in— between about anything that inspires me, makes me mad or sad or preferably, about what makes my heart sing with joy.
I am riding in Baja and it is what I’ve been waiting for on this journey of mine.
I leave Lake Hevila and have one last California adventure before I cross the border to Baja!
Sometimes we see what we want to see, and it is a big mistake. Luckily, I got a ride to where I was supposed to go.
The good people of Wrightwood promised me a much smaller climb…
The road is long and beautiful. But it’s the people I meet who stand out.
On the road again meeting new people and seeing new places. Halfway to the border!
Part III of my journey. I ate some good BBQ and I need to find a comb! I’ve been brushing my hair with a fork for a few weeks now…
The second leg of my journey. And boy, are my legs burning. Had a very chilly night in Sequoia National Park and saw lots of interesting roadkill. I’m on my way!
The journey has begun. Here is Part I of my blogs on my bike ride from Tahoe to Baja.
I wish I could capture her facial expression and share it with you right now. She lifted halfway out of her chair and threw me a kiss with a wave of a hand and the warmest of smiles.
I have to admit to the fantasies I've had on several occasions when I was making pasta: I am rolling the dough, I am covered in flour, there is a knock on the door. I walk to the door with hands sticky with dough, and who else but…….
…I saw an opening and I took it. I wasn’t going to be long anyway. What can happen in a short time!? As soon as I got out of the car, a nauseating smell of urine hits me. It felt like it immediately permeated every pore of my body.
Oh, so many “ I can’t go any further dad!” I would collapse in a heap of tears and sobs and often tantrums. And every time my dad would patiently (or sometimes not so patiently) coax me just a bit further.
I see a row of seagulls lined up perfectly all looking in the same direction as I swim by. Like they are giving me a salute.
I followed footprints of a small child
It made my heart ache with longing for my children,
I screamed first as it startled me, and then instantly with joy. From the top of my lungs. On my way back, the whole scene was repeated.
Pitaja cactus that blooms only at night is pollinated by bats who come to feed on the nectar of this glorious blossom. These cacti have been specifically adapted for pollination by bats.
Coffee mugs warming our lap, we were cozied up next to each other reading Sunday San Francisco Chronicle. He was reading the sports section, I was browsing through food section and we would fight over Mark Morford’s editorial. Golden retrievers at our feet. Can you picture it?! It was poetry. It was pure love.
By now some of you are probably wondering what my secret is for looking great at our more advanced age. Wait till you hear what and how I figured it out. It’s really simple
