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DAVID SHEEHAN TRAVELIN’
If you're ever anywhere near Newport Beach, California, forget the big corporate hotels like Marriott, Hyatt and Ritz-Carlton ... because right there on the sand at the foot of the scenically bountiful Balboa Pier you'll find a small but elegant sunshine and super-service hostelry called the BALBOA INN and RESORT.
The BALBOA INN is a three-story colonial style mansion-like place to stay, where every room with a cozy balcony that looks out at the pier, THE SURFSWEPT BEACHES, the curving coastline and the enormity of the sea beyond, a green-blue ocean going on forever but somehow ending at the horizon.
The BALBOA INN even has an unusual pool-sized jacuzzi that's big enough to swim in and small even to soak in, while being submerged and caressed by a touch of thermal therapy.
The BALBOA INN is located in the heart of Balboa Peninsula, a 3-minute walking distance from shops and eateries, an old fashioned rock-a-bye-baby fully functioning Ferris Wheel, an equally old fashioned dance hall right alongside the excursion boat docks where shiny little ships will run you around the bay in 30 minutes -or- out into the ocean for whale watching and dolphin delights in 90 minutes.
The Balboa Ferry is not even 5 minutes from the BALBOA INN, for 8-minute trips across Balboa Bay from the Balboa Peninsula to Balboa Island. And you can even drive your car onto the Ferry for the short trip for only $2. Is that a deal or not?
As you putt-putt along on the Balboa Ferry you'll notice some bigger docks with bigger boats always ready for the quick hour long voyage out to Catalina Island, made famous by the 1960s Four Preps hit song "Twenty-Six Miles across the sea, Santa Catalina is awaiting for me."
The Balboa people are particularly friendly, the seagulls are swooping and soaring, the surf is slurpy and slippery, while the sky and sea and sun never leave each other through thick and thin: thick clouds and thin winds and even scorching solar heat and occasional nighttime rains. The shining sun seems to radiate and permeate day and night! Stormy or serene, there's always the brilliance and resonance of the great sun god that is, or was, and will be again.
Tomorrow is more than a possibility here, it is an ever-present reality wherein the present is always a present, birthday or not!
Balboa by the way is named after that 15th Century Spanish Nobleman VASCO de BALBOA, no relation to VASCO da GAMA, I don't think. Vasco de Balboa was an extreme explorer, whose legacy lives on here to inspire personal exploring, extreme or otherwise.
For SUNRISE you can be inspired to meditate from your BALBOA INN balcony or take a quick and invigorating power walk out to the tip of Balboa Pier,
where you'll also find the only business allowed on the pier -- a 50s diner called Ruby's, also a nice spot for a sunrise breakfast.
For SUNSET meditation there are many walk around choices near the BALBOA INN -- on the pier, under the pier or beside the pier.
To me, there's no US hotel experience to equal the BALBOA INN, although there are a few European spots that rival the radiance. But only a few.
Please forgive, this writing was intended to be just another one of my travelogue trip descriptions, but it seems to have turned into an all-out testimonial to the wonders and wanderlust of the BALBOA INN and RESORT in Newport Beach, California.
Happy away-from-home homing (like, yet unlike, the pigeon of the same name), and Happy Travels to one and all, no matter where you go.
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