Arrived into San Francisco at 1225 from Auckland after an overnight flight. We collected our rental car and despite not having tonnes of time, we did a drive around of San Fran to give Eric a look at the Golden Gate bridge. It’s his first time here and it seems cruel not to show him around a little.
From here, we headed south to Morgan Hill, about an hour away, where we’d be based for two nights. It seems like an odd place to be basing ourselves but accommodation in Monterey and Pebble Beach are rather pricey due to big motoring events. The Quality Inn at Morgan Hill was the best we could do at reasonable cost without being too far from Monterey and Pebble Beach.
Elderly Eric knows everything about cars from his era but doesn’t seem to be too worldly. While having our meal at Las Palmas, an awesome Mexican restaurant that served equally awesome margaritas, he curiously asked about the patrons at the establishment. He didn’t know what Mexicans were. And he didn’t really know we were in California, and how San Francisco and Los Angeles are in the state of California.
He is very English and has had a very sheltered life, it seems, having spent time between England, Jersey and New Zealand. [Edit: In later years, I wonder if it was early phases of dementia.]