I called it our second honeymoon. But my husband didn’t see it that way. Even today he complains that I confused him en route by giving him wrong directions. He must have a selective memory, as he doesn’t remember all the good times, all the beautiful places we visited, and the many intimate and private moments that we had together without the intrusion of the kids.
The drive alongside of the scenic route of highway 1 that twists around Pacific shoreline was so spectacular that I had to pinch myself to make sure I was not dreaming. Watching from above the azure sea, enveloped by steep rocky ridges and ragged coves was just breathtaking. And then I was lured by the beauty of the quaint city of Carmel by the sea. It just happened that we were fortunate enough to witness the most beautiful sunset with clear skies and be able to take amazing snapshots of Carmel's signature cypress trees against the backdrop of the setting sun.
On the way to San Francisco, we visited Madonna Inn, the flamboyant motel next to the freeway just outside of San Luis Obispo. In 1980, it was only 22 years old, and I fell head-over heels for that lovely inn. I was fascinated with all the pictures of the celebrities taken with the owners of the motel. I felt the glamour of the Hollywood embedded in its walls. The motel was built with fairy-tale motives and each room had a story-book theme. I decided when the kids were a little older, we would take them to see the lodge and spend a night there.