This trip this story this word starts with any journey to the “Sur”, a bottle of red, merlot for me, a sweet cab for Dwayne. After the tent is spread and the brie and baguette are consumed the last sips of grapes bring it all in. Fresh smells in the air and the sunset ocean fog sits on the edge waiting for invitations from the waiting foothills. The pillowy grey never makes it past the coast highway.
Nepenthe for chit chat and cocktails. Words of amusement stir from the wealthy, or pretending to be wealthy, travelers who stop to impress significant others in the way they slide credit cards across tables.
Dwayne and I sit and listen sit and wonder sit and talk. We make way for the bar where conversation sparks with Peter Demas, and old fellow with a laugh to hand out. Jack and coke at this point and three more later brings the laughs even brighter. Out of all this false chatter and false beings, nepenthe has always brought out a good time with somebody.
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-there will be a series of Big Sur posts, in no particular order, from my travels to the extraordinary place of peace.
2 comments:
keep 'em coming bryan
Jack and coke :)
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