It's been a long time since I've dropped by and said, "hello."
And I've logged a lot of miles in between.
As most of you know, we were just out in Los Angeles.
That means that after my last show in New York City---on Wednesday, February 20th---I jumped on an airplane to Burbank, California.
No time for decent food, no time for exercise.
By the time we got in, the hotel restaurant was about to close.
After a quick salad, I simply collapsed.
Sunny, southern California was cool & rainy for most of the week we were there.
On some mornings we were up as early as 3:30---because of the 3-hour time difference with the East coast.
By evening, I was tired enough for both coasts!
I worked out a little in the hotel gym.
And I went off my diet just a couple of times.
I had mahi-mahi tacos. And one night Anne Marie, one of our "Live" producers,
took us out for hamburgers at the legendary Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel.
Yummy, but no friend of my tummy!
Next day, I worked out---twice!
You may have caught our outdoor Health Challenge workout at world famous Malibu Beach.
My legs STILL feel the burn from running up those dunes.
We wrapped our LA remote on Tuesday afternoon, February 26th.
And by now, I had a full-fledged cold that someone had picked up on a flight from New York.
Great timing. Here I was, in beautiful California. The sun has come out. It's warm.
And I don't have to be back at work until Monday, March 3rd.
My husband, Bill, had flown out and we had plans to take a leisurely drive up the Pacific Coast Highway.
Next day, bright & early, we braved the rush hour traffic on the Ventura Freeway.
You know---it's ALWAYS rush hour traffic in LA!
Within no time at all, we were leaving the hustle & bustle behind us, heading into the rolling coastal range.
Santa Barbara, with its Spanish Mission architecture, pastel colors and red-tiled rooftops.
Cruising northward, with a stop at San Simeon---home of Hearst Castle.
We took the two-hour tour, after riding a bus up on a scary, hairpin climb up a precipitous, five-mile driveway.
My ears popped. I was afraid to look out the window.
I was sure the wheels of the bus were sliding down the hill.
We finally made it to the top. Hearst Castle.
The place made famous by the Orson Welles classic, "Citizen Kane."
Wotta place! Talk about "Home Improvement."
William Randolph Hearst tiled one of his swimming pools with real 14K gold!
After the tour and the even scarier ride back down the driveway---now Bill & I were absolutely CONVINCED the bus was sliding downhill sideways---it was 4PM and time to make tracks if we wanted to get to our next destination by nightfall.
I was famished---we had left LA without eating breakfast and we hadn't stopped for lunch---but I couldn't even THINK of eating.
Because the next stretch of road put my heart in my throat.
As the Pacific Coast Highway, or, Highway 1, courses its way through the rugged Monterey Peninsula,
the road narrows into blinding, steep curves.
The sweeping vistas are magnificent. The Pacific at its proudest, smashing up dramatically against the jagged rocks.
But Highway 1 is not a road for the timid or faint of heart.
Don't take it if you're in a hurry.
We finally made it to Carmel by a little after nightfall.
Which was good, since Bill couldn't find where the headlights were on the rental car!
He was tailgating the car in front of us and I was afraid we were all going to have to spend the night in the same place!
We pulled over, found the lights, got our bearings and settled in for a well-deserved dinner of seafood stew, grilled chicken and salad.
The next morning greeted us with glorious sunshine, so we strolled through the charming Carmel streets, admiring all the galleries and fine oceanfront homes.
The beach was picture-postcard perfect. We absolutely fell in love with Carmel and even fantasized about growing old there.
But it was time to get on the road.
Back north on Highway 1---more twists in the road than a Chubby Checker concert.
We detoured through lovely Pebble Beach and took a seaside lunch break in Capitola, a small Santa Cruz community.
Now it was time for the home stretch---to the city by the bay---San Francisco.
We've both been here before. Bill actually used to live here.
SF is a great town. It's beautiful, has good weather, art & culture, fine food, a rich history.
A great walking town.
We walked from Fisherman's Wharf, through North Beach, Chinatown, the Financial District, Union Square, the Tenderloin, City Hall, the Mission District---
---all the way to 25th & Mission.
4 and a half miles!!!
Destination? La Taqueria. A Latino neighborhood taco stand that's been around for more than 30 years.
The best tacos & burritos this gal has ever eaten!
What Health Challenge?!!!?
I wolfed down a chicken, pinto bean & guacamole burrito.
When I looked up, I saw actor Benjamin Bratt (from the old, "Law & Order"), waiting to order.
I couldn't tell you what it was, because just then, a mad rush of hungry people swarmed in for lunch.
Bratt was sporting a long beard, so I almost didn't recognize him.
Most people didn't.
After lunch we took a streetcar back to Fisherman's Wharf, where we were staying.
We mostly took in the sights by foot.
One night we walked to Chinatown and wound up at this restaurant on Kearny called House of Nanking.
The place was jumpin'!
It was dimly lit and the faded, handwritten menu was so hard to read that we just gave up and put our faith in the hands of our amiable host.
He spoke little to no English and gave us a knowing smile as he assured us that he would make the right choice just for us.
We don't know what we ate---but it was good!
We walked back through the chilly night arm-in-arm, marveling at the ancient technology that keeps the legendary cable cars in motion.
The clattering of the metal wheels punctuated by the distant foghorn.
The barking sea lions down by Pier 39.
Bill and I left yesterday, Saturday, March 1st.
But I have to admit that no trip to San Francisco would be complete without a hunk of fresh, sourdough bread.
Before we left, we walked over to the Boudin bakery on the wharf.
We picked out a round, freshly baked, 1/2 pound loaf and munched on it merrily as we headed back to New York.
Tomorrow morning, Monday, March 3rd.
Back to reality.
We're having a live weigh-in on the show.
Life on the road is hard.
Heaven knows I tried my best to eat healthy and work out on our trip to California.
I hope I didn't gain any weight.
But if I did, I hope it's from all the wonderful memories I brought back.
I also brought back that cold---I can't hear out of one ear, my throat is sore from coughing, I have a runny nose and I want to stay under the covers.
Maybe I'll lose weight.
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