K & A and Monterey

In the morning I could hardly take it anymore and leapt from my bunk around 7AM. I made my way to small café-esqe section of the hostel to eat my free breakfast. It was a simple mix of coffee and bagels. I grabbed an empty seat at a table next to a lovely couple traveling from Australia. It seems that most foreigners like to engage in politics and Australian especially, because to quote them “not a whole lot happens down under.” As I sat and chatted with them, I noticed that family from the Redwood hostel. I gave the father of the family a nod and a wave, and he did the same, then it was time for me to go.

I had originally planned, not that I really had a plan at all, to head East from San Francisco to Yosemite and then make my way across Utah to my brother in Colorado. Instead I decided to head South down the coast to Monterey, where a friend I had never met before lived.

I was a bit nervous about calling K at first, I am not really good at just calling people out of the blue, but seeing how I had come all this way it would be a real shame not to meet her. I dialed her phone number with a bit of caution and great anxiety. It rang a few times and she answered with “hello?” I froze for a second and asked “is..is this K?” She seemed a bit cautious to answer “this is.” I responded with, “Oh….this is Francis!”  Her voice then changed from one caution to one of great jubilee, or perhaps that’s an over statement, regardless she seemed happy to here from me. We talked for only a few minutes and it was decided she would stop by the hostel I was staying at in Monterey and pick me up for dinner.

She arrived shortly after, with her lovely daughter A, and swept me off to the Fisherman’s Warf in Monterey. She treated me to a lovely dinner, and we chatted about our respected lives and all that was going on. After dinner, I treated K, to some of my bland photography of my adventures across the country, which she was kind enough to sit look at. Then as the angst in young A built we made our way back the car where K was kind enough to give me a night time tour of Monterey.