Instead of heading to Point Loma first thing the following day, I took the time to get some pictures around the hotel and Little Italy. Along some of the sidewalks were circular plaques inscribed with colorful sayings. The one I jotted down at the corner of Date and Columbia is an old Spanish proverb. “Las cosas claras y el chocolate espeso.” An English translation was provided: “Ideas should be clear and chocolate thick.” This food theme was continued in another public way in Amici Park. Sculptures depicting tables with a plate of prepared food lined the street edge of the park. The one pictured at right has Blackened Fish Taco, Stuffed Artichokes and Marinara Sauce. It even provides the recipe, but if you want it you'll have to go get it yourselves; I did not write it down.
What I did write down was the name of Rose Cresci. She was the contributor of the artichoke portion of the recipe (if not the whole thing—I actually thought her name was some description of the artichoke preparation like a rosette or florette or something). As it turns out she is also quite the advocate for Little Italy. In my opinion the comeback of Little Italy seems to be progressing nicely. There is an obvious community here which made it a more attractive place to stay than down by the Grayhound Station where I stayed last trip. Here I could watch people walking their dogs, people talking with neighbors, old men playing bocci ball… well, I did not see this last thing on this latest trip, but there was a place specially constructed for bocci ball at Amici Park. You can see the corner of one lane in my picture.
Where was I supposed to be going today? Oh yes, I almost forgot. So, after my meander in Little Italy, I hopped on the trolley and transfered to a bus at Old Town which took me to Point Loma and the Cabrillo National Monument. There was a heavy mist coming off the Pacific and Danza Mexi'cayotl were performing when I arrived. During the two hours I was there Ballet Meyibo performed Mexican regional dances (one of which I've captured in a photograph displayed on the right), Abel Silvas performed as Running Grunion, a tall ship sailed upto the bay, someone pretending to be Juan Cabrillo rowed ashore and began making his way up the hill to the festival site and Portuguese-American Dancers of San Diego began performed dances of the Azores, Madeira and Portugal.
Curious to look around the park a bit, I kept wandering away from the festival performances. I took in the hazy view unable to make out the buildings of the city until just as I was leaving. The picture I took of the tall ship participating in the reinactment shows these hazy conditions (instead of the city which should have been part of my background). My picture of the model in the park store was the best I could do.
I left before Cabrillo, his soldiers and priest made it up the hill and before Miss Cabrillo, the Spanish Navy and His Excellency Javier Rupérez, Spanish Ambassador to the U.S. had their moments on stage. It was a nice festival, but I was itching to get in some non-traditional sight seeing before the end of my trip.
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