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Friday, 19 September 2014

I continue my stream of consciousness of our day at the Sylvia Beach Hotel in Newport, Oregon.  It is hard for me to even leave the hotel for lunch.  However, Café Mundo has always intrigued me from the outside so I was eager to go there; during previous offseason visits, it has been closed.

We passed some cute cottages on the two block walk.  If I lived here, would I spend my days sneaking into the Sylvia Beach Hotel library instead of reading at home?

Nye Beach cottage, Newport

Nye Beach cottage, Newport

and another

and another

Café Mundo

Mundo

outdoor seating

outdoor seating

the courtyard

the courtyard

Inside, we sat at one of the few downstairs tables and looked at the second story balcony.

Inside, we sat at one of the few downstairs tables and looked at the second story balcony.

looking up over the (live music) stage

looking up over the (live music) stage

We decided the upstairs looked intriguing...

We decided the upstairs looked intriguing…and it was.

looking out that screened door

looking out that screened door

looking down from the balcony

looking down from the balcony

down

the upstairs espresso and drinks bar

the upstairs espresso and drinks bar

Carol seated at our table

Carol seated at our table

art on the high walls

art on the high walls

The cute little hut at the end houses the upstairs bathroom.

The cute little hut at the end houses the upstairs bathroom.

Carol had a grilled cheese sandwich.

Carol had a grilled cheese sandwich.

I had a Greek veggie pita...delicious!

I had a Greek veggie pita…delicious!

A gauzy banner gently blew next to the railing.

A gauzy banner gently blew next to the railing.

looking up to the ceiling; I wonder if all the windows are why I have found this place closed in the winter.

looking up to the ceiling; I wonder if all the windows are why I have found this place closed in the winter.

a beautifully light space

a beautifully light space

view from the back door; the red roof is the Sylvia Beach Hotel.

view from the back door; the red roof is the Sylvia Beach Hotel.

Despite my problem with stairs, I would like to spend much time here.

Despite my problem with stairs, I would like to spend much time here if I lived in the Nye Beach neighbourhood.

stairs going down

stairs going down

the outdoor patio again

the outdoor patio again

looking back

looking back

In summer, it often has live music and stays open late.

In summer, it often has live music and stays open late.

Nye Beach

On the way back to the hotel, Carol and I took the tiniest walk on just a couple of blocks of the Nye Beach neighbourhood.  Perhaps if I had a six night stay at SBH, I might get my fill of the hotel enough to explore the surroundings more.

We turned to our left here.

We turned to our left here.

A garden just down the block...

A garden just down the block…

garden

belonged to these fascinating rental cottages.

belonged to these fascinating rental cottages.

I peeked through the gate and it looked wonderful.

I peeked through the gate and it looked wonderful.  With a kitty.

This is the sort of place I'd like to stay, were it not for the SBH being so near.

This is the sort of place I’d like to stay, were it not for the SBH being so near.

seaweed

beach

In this evocative article that includes praise for Sylvia Beach Hotel and Café Mundo, I found this intriquing words about the Seaweed Bungalows: “Nye Beach Bums Seaweed Bungalows, 541-961-8574. Only a couple of turn-of-the-century cottages, but well worth it if you can persuade the owners you are right for the place.”

a window in a house near the hotel

a window in a house near the hotel

the house just south of the hotel

the house just south of the hotel

Sylvia Beach Hotel

Back at the hotel, I finally climbed the two flights to the library.

Shelly was watching at the second landing.

Shelley was watching at the second landing.

Colette Room

The Colette room was to my left.

The Colette room was to my left.  That little bed is my favourite of all in the hotel.

I passed the Colette room again later on the quest for journals.  I think it is Shelly's favourite room.

I passed the Colette room again later on the quest for journals. I think it is Shelley’s favourite room.

Dr. Seuss Room

The first time I stayed at the Sylvia Beach was with Robert on a trip down the coast from Seattle in 1991.  It happened to be vacant on a summer night.

seuss

The hats are still by the window...

The hats are still by the window…

me and Robert trying on hats in the Seuss room, summer 1991

me and Robert trying on hats in the Seuss room, summer 1991

The hotel in 1991

The hotel in 1991

SBH from the beach in 1991

SBH from the beach in 1991

Back then, because I did not live at the beach, I had to go spend time on the beach rather than just read in the hotel.  I remember that later that year we went back in autumn and I read journal after journal in the rooms that were open because it was offseason.  At that time, the hotel had been open for only five years.

We did not get back after 1993 because we adopted a dog and did not want to travel without him.  Robert was not especially happy at the hotel because it is no smoking and he craved cigarettes.

For more photos of the Dr. Seuss (and other rooms) see this previous blog entry.

Herman Melville Room

Just off the third floor library is one of the larger hotel rooms with a wonderful view.

the huge bed

the huge bed

a reading nook perfect for two

a reading nook perfect for two

I knew someone was likely to check in soon on a Friday so did not try to snag the journals.

I knew someone was likely to check in soon on a Friday so did not try to snag the journals.

the Melville room view

the Melville room view

The library

At last, the library

At last, the library

one of the library views

one of the library views

I sat myself down at the north end...with this view to the south

I sat myself down at the north end…with this view to my left

and this view at my right hand.

and this view at my right hand.

as I read on into the evening

as I read on into the evening and the rising wind sculpted the sand.

I had to quest for more journals, as I wanted to save the library journals for the next day; the Gertrude Stein room was open so I borrowed some from there.

Gertrude Stein Room

This room was too small to add a sleeping pad for a friend, so I would love to stay there by myself some time.

I would love to stay there by myself some time.  It is one of the smallest rooms.

writing desk

 

Tables of Content Restaurant

At 7 PM, we joined others for dinner at the Tables of Content Restaurant, where I thought the wine list made each selection sound irresistible.

winelist

I had the Pinot Gris because it mentioned grapefruit, and because I had a little headache so could not have a red wine.

We were seated at a table with three couples who were not staying at the hotel.  I very much want to sit with other hotel guests because of the shared experience.  I wonder if next time I can ask if that would be possible?  In all the times I’ve dined at the Tables of Content, I have rarely sat with other guests, instead usually with people who come in to dine from “the outside”.

first course...Hopping Jack.

first course…Hopping Jack….then the conversation got too busy for photography.  We both had chicken saltimbocca for our main course…excellent.

I was sure that the table would not play The Game…Two Truths and a Lie, owner Goody’s beloved method of getting people to share about themselves.  (On the hotel website, she writes: “Not all the dinner guests are from the hotel; there are also locals and people visiting the area. But we all eat together.  Dinner is served every evening.   Our ‘new’ chefs have been here for a year now.  They are always incorporating local, fresh foods into their cuisines.   The food is served family style (you have a choice of 4 entrees) and is out of this world. It is always fabulous. If I didn’t totally believe it I wouldn’t have the nerve to write it here. I have often been told “that was probably one of the best meals I’ve ever had.” But on top of that, the dinner conversations are what brings me the greatest pleasure. Our guests are from all over the country, and sometimes out of the country, and they’re thoughtful, curious, and high spirited.

If the table is willing, we play two truths and a lie! I’m addicted to the game! (So if you make reservations to come to the hotel when I’m there, and you’ve got good stories, please ask to sit at my table! I promise you a great time!)

The hostess of the night always tells the diners about the game.  To my surprise, our tablemates immediately started to play.  I had been dreading it all day, as I always do, as I could not think of two truths that were interesting.  And then, as always happens, the minute the others started playing, I was filled with intense exhileration and I whispered to Carol, “I LOVE the game!”  She doesn’t love it as I do although she is good at it, having lived an interesting and well traveled life.

After dinner and a round of the game, the conversation became just two of the men reminiscing about how they got into college (West Point and Reed and a law school) with their wives gazing on admiringly.  I was wishing then that I was at the next table where I thought I overheard conversation about books.  So Carol and I took our leave and I went back to reading journals.

Many journal entries mention dinner and The Game:

“I read a book.  I eat.  I read a book.  I eat.  I wonder what’s for dinner.”

“I always start Two Truths and a Lie a little reluctant, feeling a little pissy about being directed to play a game, but even when my own entries are mediocre, I always marvel at the hidden facets and ability to connect in my dining companions.  Thank you for directing us in a positive direction…we don’t always practice revealing and connective habits even when they are pleasurable.  Of course, having such an amazing repast over which to converse doesn’t hinder the process.  Bravo!”

“This was our second night of dinner at the Tables of Content, which means our second night of Two Truths and a Lie.  So it is fitting to end this way:  1.  This is the best weekend trip I have ever taken.  2. I will be back often to the SBH.  3.  I have six brothers.   Thanks for the memories, SBH!  Signed, the only son.”

“The game at dinner allows guests to offer fictitious versions of themselves for others’ investigation.  It’s no wonder this place has the effect it does.  It offers a ‘place apart’ (no phones, no tv etc) with the opportunity for imagination.  Connecting this way may be the only place that visitors have this opportunity.  How many jobs offer a love for creative play or draw on one’s inner reality.”

 

Back to Virginia Woolf room

In the Woolf room, I read more journals while Carol read her book in the library until she kindly brought mulled wine down to me at ten PM.

One of the room artists for the Tolkien room wrote thoughts about the Woolf room (and cats):

woolf

woolf

more I found more thoughts about the painted furniture:

“Sitting at the desk and looking at the lighthouse is irresistible.  We miss Undset, but not that much seeing this new gem of a room.  Just the colors alone sing their own song.  Funny to think of the English being so bold with color but when you think about it, they’re bold in many ways.  And they love the seaside.  We are lucky to have the chance to have our own little seaside fantasy here.”

And then…to sleep.  Next: The Shakespeare room

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