Last Sunday we explored yet another city park, this one at the northern edge of the city. The route took us 45 minutes of biking on the streets, most of it in a dedicated scooter lane, which is much nicer than having to share the road with both the scooters and the cars. Even after nearly four months I'm still amazed at how we can find quiet, secluded, beautiful spaces in a city of 2 million people.

This park is called Municipal Park and it is, like all the parks we've visited, filled with sculptures.

First we walked around the older, established section of the park - baseball field, playgrounds, benches and tree-lined paths:

Then we crossed the bridge into the "second phase" area and had the paths all to ourselves. Like so many places, if you're willing to walk a little further, you find less and less people. This part had wide open meadows and hilltops overlooking the northern edge of the city and we imagined we could see the ocean at the edge of the horizon. It was hot (this is November? Really??) but there was a nice little breeze and the paths were quite nice:

It was an easy way to spend a Sunday morning, less than two hours on the bikes plus an hour walking, and you're still home in time to beat the crowds at the market.

Shopping right now is a bit of a challenge because our fridge isn't working properly. It's gradually turned itself into a freezer. At first it was just freezing the lettuce in the crisper but this morning the entire container of orange juice was a frozen block. We've got Daisy, the miracle worker, on the job but the real estate agent is dragging her feet. She seems to think waiting for a month for a part is perfectly acceptable. No fridge for a month? I don't think so. Stay tuned...