Sanna's Bag

“I never seem to have what I need when I need it. I’m going to make a belt-bag that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside, and just carry everything with me.”

Sunday, October 03, 2010

Santa Catalina Island

" Twenty six miles across the sea, Santa Catalna is a waitin' for me. Santa Catalina, the island of romance, romance, romance."


"Twenty six miles in a leaky old boat. Any old thing I can get to float. Santa Catalina, the island of romance, romance, romance."


Does anyone else remember that blast from the past? Catalina is a desert island that once was owned by the Wriggly family of chewing gum fame. Mr. Wriggly also owned a baseball team. Heard of wriggly field? Mr. Wriggly built a winter training camp on Catalina Island and proceeded to develop the primary harbor as a resort called Avalon.

This big white edifice is a dance hall. It was a wildly popular dance hall and at one time over three thousand people rocked out to the big band sound of Kaye Kaiser and his band. It's a fabulous building and now serves as a movie theatre and museum.




The town of Avalon is explicitly a resort town. It's clean and pretty and packed solid with Gifte Shoppes.




RW who was in the Navy told us to see if the Blue Marlin bar was still in operation. Looks like it. Just the name has been altered to protect the guilty.






There is a tile company on the island now. This fountain displays some of the wares. There are lovely tile benches and mosaics all over.








The happy Matthews in front of the Casino (the dance hall.) The mosaics around the front are glorious art deco works of art.







We had onion rings and beers at a quirky hotel/bar on the waterfront, sat back in the shade and watched our fellow tourists come and go. Then we headed back to the ship before the water got too rough and the tenders got too crowded.



We found this waiting on the bed. what could have delivered that was so special, so carefully presented?



Clean socks! We sent a few things to the laundry, and all the "underthings" evidently are returned discretely.




That night we returned to the room to find this charming little towel pet. DH tells me it's a peacock. to me, it looks like a penis with a frill.

8 Comments:

  • At 8:23 PM , Blogger Sheep Rustler said...

    I think you are dead right about what the towel art looks like! ROFLMAO. It sounds like you are having a lovely time.

     
  • At 8:50 PM , Blogger LA said...

    What a wonderful holiday you are having!!!

     
  • At 8:51 PM , Blogger Rose Lefebvre said...

    A Penis with frill, huh....well, it is a pea--cock!!! LOL
    We know what is on your mind!!!!
    I have been to Catalina several times with my in-laws on the ship they used to ave and the crossing always made me queasy!!!

     
  • At 5:07 AM , Blogger Wannietta said...

    Logically, it's maybe a turkey but I totally saw a wonky penis too!!! LMAO

     
  • At 5:34 AM , Blogger Amy Lane said...

    Well, what would a peacock doing in your bed? Really. The other explanation is much better!

    And I DO remember that song (I used to listen to golden oldies when I was in high school... now ask me about the tragedy songs!) I had a friend who taught French Camp on Santa Catalina during college... it looks just like she described it:-)

     
  • At 5:49 AM , Blogger Heide said...

    I'll never look at peacocks the same way again. Catalina looks like it made for a faboulous excursion from your floating palace. I'm so envious of your socks! Having laundry completed and returned so smartly is my idea of a true vacation.

     
  • At 9:08 AM , Blogger KnitTech said...

    New twist on is that a peacock in your pocket or are you happy to see me...

     
  • At 6:08 AM , Blogger Unknown said...

    The Blue Marlin Bar was on (appx) Clarissa and Casino. Back in 1983 my boyfriend and I were dragged into it by two older men, one wearing a captain's hat. Turned out that one had been married to the older gal that owned it. She was still running the bar, though we were the only ones there. These two pals apparently slipped off in 1960's in their boat to bum around and just never made it back home to Avalon. and now the ex wanted us to help him get inside to see his ex. The music playing on the box was the smooth stuff from the late 50's. As I recall, the three of them began chatting as if it had been just yesterday. That's when we left. Hope this clarifies the misconception about "the Marlin Club" vs "the Blue Marlin". Anyone have names to go with the story?

     

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