A Superb Stake & The Maltese Falcon At John’s Grill In San Francisco

A Superb Stake & The Maltese Falcon At John’s Grill In San Francisco
-By Stacy Poulos

John’s Grill
63 Ellis St., San Francisco, CA 94102
(between 4th St & Market St)
Neighborhood: Union Square
(415) 986-0069
www.johnsgrill.com

When you’ve been around since 1908 you know someone has carried on the torch. After spending 3 day’s at a MacWorld convention I thought I’d treat myself to a great meal. As I walked down Powell Street I passed by an officer and said “I know you must know where a good place to eat a reasonably priced steak is around here”. He pointed right up the street to 120 Powell at ‘Tad’s Steak Restaurant’ and said you can get a good steak for around 15 buck’s (almost with a New York accent). So I went in that direction, before crossing Ellis St, being a good citizen looking both ways before I crossed the street, to my right ‘John’s Grill since 1908’ caught my eye. It rang a bell for me, so I thought I’d peek in and it was the home of the movie ‘The Maltese Falcon’. It’s a little more spendi for my budget. But as a filmmaker, I couldn’t help but want to sit in a room where Sam spade from the movie sat and be inspired by History. Why not spoil myself once in a while.

I will say, as frugal as I am, I have a very sophisticated pallet for a great quality steak. My mom spoiled us with her restaurant sized indoor grill and teated us to a good T-bone or New York steak once in a while. Not to mention, we got our meat from cows my step dad’s family had raised in Portland Oregon. So trust me, I know a good quality steak. I start out on a steak adventure very skeptical, that it will be near as good as what I have grown up to know. A great steak needs just salt and pepper. Sometimes a hint of butter and garlic.

Going in a fancy restaurant as a single female alone, isn’t always a nice greeting. I was pleasantly surprised all the way around. The first thing I thought about when they sat me down and brought me bread and butter, was the great tasting San Francisco sourdough bread (my best friend in Alabama makes me bring her a loaf when I visit). Most restaurants have this chewy bread. Even if it’s freshly made nothing compares to a SF sourdough bread crust. It has its own taste and texture. Even though there’s a “Sam Spade’s Chops (Broiled lamb chops)” on the menu, I had myself a nice Medium rare New York USDA Prime or Certified Black Angus, the finest available. Corn-fed in the Midwest, it is specially selected for the highest quality and naturally aged for maximum flavor and tenderness steak.  Yummy! Perfect flame broiled on the outside and rare on the inside. The flavor of the meat was superb, As I enjoyed live jazz filling the air.

33 bucks for the steak includes seasonal vegie, a baked potato and roaming around the unofficial museum of San Francisco’s rich History. On the walls are many famous people who have visited including the late Jack Lalanne who said my newest favorite quote “The worst thing you can do to your body is not use it”. I sat across from the 1984 Olympic Torch. You know they have to know someone to have that. It’s a different experience than going to a museum and observing, than actually sitting where films have inspired a part of your career. Before I left, I got my photo taken next to the Maltese Falcon and Emmy Award to inspire my next generation of filmmaking with a great meal underneath my belt and new technology to expand my horizon.

A Superb Stake & The Maltese Falcon At John’s Grill In San Francisco


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Beer Note: Determination By Stacy Poulos

Determination By Stacy Poulos
Determination By Stacy Poulos

Determination is like spilled water flowing on a mission, it doesn’t stop until it reaches its goal. It doesn’t always know its being pulled by an invisible force manifested by gravitation, the human spirit. The direction isn’t always as relevant as its missions journey that survives obstacles, because of the compelling pull of gravitation to its destiny. A journey that has no end because it resides in the heart and soul. –Stacy Poulos

Photo “My Favorite Perspective” City Of Refuge, HI

 


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Oakland Greek Festival Is Off The Hook, Travel To Greece in Oakland

Greek Festival Oakland
Greek Festival Oakland

Oakland Greek Festival is my favorite of all Festivals.  Always the 3rd weekend in May, like a lot of events, but I always find room for it. I have been to Greece and I am Greek. My Grandfather or Papo Achellies Poulos played the Oud (Greek guitar) and was best friends and played with Marko Melkon in the 1950’s. When my Grand Mother, or Yaiyai, Maria Stevens, or Stavos, herd my grandfather was coming to America she went down to the ship yard and woo’ed him over to marriage. Maria was coined the Grandmother of Greek cabaret in the 1950’s ‘Variety Magazine ‘ and started Belly dancing in the United States. She entertained thousands, including Greek tycoon Aristotle Onassis. I have a tambourine (pictured below photo by Lynette; gildedserpent.com) made by Greek prisoners, signed by famous Belly dancers in the 1950’s. I also have an original menu from one of her restaurants. I have a very rich and interesting heritage, including my Yaiyai got arrested during prohibition for serving alcohol. Go Grandma

Greek Travel Greece CA
Greek Travel Greece CA

 

 

 

Arabian Nights Cafe NYC
Arabian Nights Cafe NYC

The marriage wasn’t a match made in heaven but lasted long enough to bare 3 children my dad; John Poulos (A Bay Area Bartender and President of Entertainment East Magazine pictured below), twin brother Alex Stevens (President of East Coast Stuntmen’s Association. People are most are impressed when I tell them he was the stuntman for Frank Sinatra (pictured below), when I was a kid I was enthralled by the fact that he was the Ware Wolf on ‘Dark Shadows’ (pictured below). How cool is it to say your uncle’s a Ware wolf? I was young enough at the time to believe he really was one. They also had another daughter… my Aunt Ann Poulos, who I never got a chance to meet. There is a lot of rich Greek/American culture running around the festival behind the scenes that makes me feel at home. Some familiar with my Papo and my Yaiyai. As for my Uncle, he always says he’s “Practically Famous”.

Greek Festivals California Dancing
Greek Festivals California Dancing

The food is the best! Gyros in Greece are much different, they don’t have ground meat, but they are excellent just the same. They serve; Gyros; ground meat, tomato, onion, and tzatziki sauce -yogurt, sour cream, garlic & cucumber, served with pita bread), Spanakopita; Spinach & feta pie in phyllo, Tyropitakia; Feta Cheese Pie Triangles in phyllo, Loukaniko; Greek Sausage; Cooked on grill with oregano and lemon), this year they added a treat; Avgolemono Soup; Greek Lemon Chicken Soup. All of which I eat on my first day! I’m still full. It’s not everyday you get this quality of Greek food in one location. These are not trained professionals in the kitchen, they are authentic Greek grandmothers showing off their talents (maybe with a little grandma to grandma, or yaiyai to yaiyai competition) in the kitchen handing down there skills and tradition to the next generation.

 

Frank Sinatra Dark Shadows Alex Stevens Werewolf
Frank Sinatra Dark Shadows Alex Stevens Werewolf


There is also Souvlakin; marinated chunks of meat on little skewers Chicken and beef, Greek Halloumi; cheese grilled, topped with capers salad dressing, Dolmathes; stuffed Grape leaves, Greek salad; lettuce, tomatoes, onions, olives, feta cheese, vinaigrette, and to my surprise they had a Greek salad in a pita with my favorite salad dressing ‘Greco Fusion’ from Elio’s Family Restaurant (The Eliopoulos’s) they now bottle and sell. Ironically they had an AD at the Gyro booth for the dressings that I made (Photos, layout and printing). They happen to be a customer of mine, I made the restaurant and the dressings website and eliosdining.co

Stacy Poulos Elios Foods
Stacy Poulos Elios Foods

I’m not even going to start with desserts, but mention my favorite; Baklava; flaky fillo filled with ground walnuts & cinnamon, topped with homemade honey sauce. Yummy! Maybe on Sunday.  You might even run into Dee Andronico volunteering, she is one of the founders of Andronico’s markets; also another client of mine. A few years ago I was honored to make a video of their 75th year History, played at the prestigious Paramount theater (Pictured standing with Bill Andronico President of Andronico’s on stage), my first video on the silver screen.

paromount theater andronicos
paromount theater andronicos


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you end the day with a Greek espresso be prepared to have something that resembles mud in the bottom of your cup, Greek style they don’t filter out the grounds. When you go to a Greek festival be prepared to do as the Greeks do. What I love about the Oakland Greek Festival is the atmosphere, they import a Mykonos type windmill as you walk through the front door, the center piece is the beautiful Greek Temple, with rows of pillars, Greek blue windows. Inside the temple is one large room where a wispier will echo throughout the temple, religious icons painted on a copper sealing. Not many know but the rocks are also imported from Greece.

Greek Wine Lolonis Oakland Greek Festival
Greek Wine Lolonis Oakland Greek Festival

You can dance to several bands, watch period dressed Greek dancers, while you sip on a Imported Greek wine or American/Greek wine made in California; Lolonis, they even have Retsina – defiantly an an acquired taste. Or if you prefer there is micro brew, and Mythos; a Imported Greek logger.  And of course, there are plenty of non-alcoholic beverages including a Iced Frappé coffee. Lots of vendors selling Greek Imports, cloths, jewelry, religious icons, paintings, photography, tee shirts, music, etc. There are also cooking demonstrations, if you want to try your hand in cooking Greek style.

pastries baklava Classic Greek Food Greek Festival Oakland
pastries baklava Classic Greek Food Greek Festival Oakland


The people are fun to work with, they are all members, or friends of the church and volunteer (Like I do). I always volunteer to bartend, proceeds go to build their church, it’s a great cause, and event, usually packed out.

Classic Greek Food Greek Festival Oakland
Classic Greek Food Greek Festival Oakland


The Oakland Greek Festival is as close to Greece you will get in America.  You can get discount coupons from there website www.oaklandgreekfestival.com/  Elio’s, and Luke’s Grill in San Leandro www.yelp.com/biz/lukes-grill-san-leandro havesome Greek dishes for those of you who crave Greek food in between Greek Festivals.  Or you don’t have a Yaiyai to whip up something for you. The next festival up, local to me is the Castro Valley usually in October. The Festival’s sometimes hosted in Hayward at the Centennial Hall. I prefer when it’s out doors in Castro Valley at their church,but with the weather so unpredictable it’s a safer bet for them inside.It’s another place to enjoy great Greek food, family and entertainment.I typically bartend there too. Hey, it’s easier than working the salad bar like I did one year. www.cvresurrection.org 

 Greek Coffee Travel
Greek Festival Oakland
Greek Festival Oakland
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Duplicity, Starring hot Clive Owen, and hotter Julia Roberts with a great twisted plot to boot

Duplicity Julia Roberts Clive Owen
Duplicity Julia Roberts Clive Owe

Duplicity, Starring hot Clive Owen, and hotter Julia Roberts with a great twisted plot to boot! By Stacy Poulos  
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Duplicity (2009) PG 13 4 stars!

Cleverly written and directed by Tony Gilroy. This romantic comedy spy-thriller Stars hot Clive Owen, and hotter Julia Roberts, to name a few. A pair of corporate spies who share a steamy relationship.

I love watching movies where they take you places I’ve been, or want to go. Duplicity starts out in Dubai, other scenes in Rome, Zürich;Switzerland, New York City and other places. Nothing like bring you back to a moment in time. One of the scenes takes place in Rome or as they say their “Roma”  and depicts the quaint and rustic feeling of Roma I miss.

This is a great twisted plot of corporate spy’s. As a writer and filmmaker I love the twisted story. As a World Traveler I love the scenes. As a business owner I love the inside scoop of what goes on in the Corporate world. As a fan of hustler movies like, my all-time favorite hustlers; Whoopi Goldberg as in Burglar 1987 and Ghost 1990,and Chevy Chase in “Fletch” to name a few.

I’m not going to ruin the movie it by telling you what goes on, just make it a night you pay full attention. The move jumps around in time and can get a little confusing. I like it so much I’m going to buy it.

See it Read rent on Amazon

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Lee’s Hoagie House: Highly Recommended! Norristown, PA

Lee’s Hoagie House:  Highly Recommended!
2896 Dekalb Pike
Norristown, PA 19401

(610) 279-0800

www.leeshoagiehouse.com

I’ve never been to PA (Pennsylvania) and was looking forward to going, a friend of Local Pages Publishing  (a local
phone book) recommended I try ‘Lee’s Hoagie House‘ for a Pennsylvania style Hoalgie while I was in the Norristown Area.

I tried there special an “Italian Hoalgie”, and I loved
it. I loved it so much I wanted to go back for dinner but they were closed. Hungry for that experience again, I tried another place nearly across the street, and it ruined my experience. Just cuz there in Pennsylvania doesn’t mean everyone who claims to make a good one, does. It actually bothered me so much, I went back the first opportunity I had to have another one. The freshness in the bread took it over the top and the dressing gave it a nice kick. The other place was like eating a dry sponge. My guest let me try her stake Hoalgie with mushrooms, and that was good to. I can go to Pennsylvania and be happy just eating the Hoalgies.
Next time I’ll just get a stake with mushroom. The atmosphere was a deli / sports appeal. I don’t like sports but I love the charm and love the food. It’s a good get-it-and-go. It’s located in a
not-so-fancy strip mall. But the quality of food is outstanding. Just a few  doors down from a fish store, you have to see
Nemos Aquarium… I don’t know if you can bring in your lunch
and hang out but I promise you will want to see there shark tank and 100’s of different fish, most of all, the amazing live coral.  I have never seen before and I’m a diver.


PS Do NOT Mix Lee’s up with Lee’s in California I about feel over when I recently seen one in Pleasenton, not the same at all!!


 


As you can see it is a little messy with dressing dripping, that dressing and the peppers gives it a unique kick.
The bread has that fresh chewy texture while the inner bread is soft pillow of freshness.

This is what I’m coming back for next.

 


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Catalina Island Sunrise On Avalon

Category: Catalina Island,
Sunrise On Avalon 360
360 Catalina
360 Catalina

By Stacy Poulos
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Catalina Island Life In A Nutshell; Flying Fishes

Catalina Island Tile
Catalina Island Tile

Greeting from Catalina Island this photo was taking this morning in the City of Avalon. There will be much to tell about Catalina I was conceived here along with my two brothers. This is a story about how my parents met on the island. Right now I’m interviewing my mom about how she moved here when she 19 years old.

From the book “Life In A Nut Shell” …
Catalina Island Flying Fish
Catalina Island Flying Fish
Flying Fishes
By Stacy Poulos 1996

One of my favorite memorable childhood adventures was when I was 12 years old. It was a life-changing year for me. My mom and I  went to Catalina Island for the summer. It wasn’t the first time I had been there. I was actually conceived there, conceived in love. My mom met my very handsome dad and fell in love. They both lived on the island for a few years but chose to live and raise their children on the mainland. Whether or not the marriage lasted through my first birthday, I was still conceived in love, conceived in the American dream of white picket fences and having a dream life with children. I consider Catalina my birthplace because of it, even though I popped out of my mother’s womb on another island 400 miles away up North in Alameda. Catalina is where my seed was planted. It is where my heart lies.

Avalon Catalina Island
Avalon Catalina Island

I had been to Catalina many times since  the age of twelve. It has always been a faint memory to me where fish really did fly. And the first time I flew in an airplane and it landed on the water, I thought that was normal. Even though the memories of my biological dad were just visits because they divorced when I was one year old. I cherished every picture of my parents together in Catalina. I was blessed by their divorced and by my mom marrying my step dad, who was the calm in my life. Not that my biological dad was a bad man, he just never wanted to grow up and that is still true today. My mom liked to say he was a beach comber. That was OK too because we were blessed with my step dad who took the torch when I was five and raised us as though we were his own. We were lucky.
When I think about it, it was really important to go to Catalina alone with my mom, to bond with her without competing with my two brothers. I felt a sense of maturity and specialness. There is no doubt my mom favors her first born, which isn’t me. Me and my younger brother laugh about it sometimes. But 1976 was my year. My brothers and step dad were scheduled to come when we found a place to stay for all of us. In the meantime me and my mom stayed at the Glenmore Hotel. I remember it as if it was yesterday. At night before we would go to sleep in the tiny bedroom with the shared bathroom down the hall, my mom would instruct me to go to the adjoining restaurant down stairs and have them fill up her thermos with a pot of coffee. I didn’t mind at all. That made me independent and on my own on the big island before she would wake in the early afternoon. She would give me extra money to buy a hot chocolate while I waited for the coffee to brew. I can still hear the sound of the chocolate whipping around in the brewing machine. I remember the super thick white mugs and the canned whip cream on top. No, I did not mind a tall. Many of the old timers knew my mom. When you live on the Island most everyone has two or three jobs, if not more. My mom was a beautician and worked for Lolo’s, which is a barbershop next to the bus depot.

I remember when I was three years old, she brought over two mean baby-sitters to watch us. My youngest brother had just had his first birthday, so he doesn’t remember, but they talked pig Latin so we wouldn’t understand them.

Avalon Catalina Island, Airport In the Sky
Avalon Catalina Island, Airport In the Sky

I specifically remember holding onto my mom’s leg crying because I didn’t want her to leave for work, as she walked down the steep hills trying to brush me off so she wouldn’t be late. Normally, me and my older brother Steve would fight. He hated it when I was born because I got all the attention. In fact, you can find 20-30 pictures of him as an infant but only one of me and my face was scribbled on. It cost my mom $150.00 to reconstruct my picture so I had at least one. Once the scribble was off I could see why my brother was so jealous. Even my first picture with Santa Claus had scribbles on my face. But this trip we stuck together in fear of the baby sitters.

Catalina Water plan
Catalina Water plan

If you hold a seashell up to your ear you can hear the sounds of the ocean captured in the spiral of it’s shell. When I think of Catalina, I hear distinctive sounds, see images, and smells. There is this beach on the Island called “Lover’s Cove” and it’s made of millions of small stones. It’s loud because as the water crashes up against the stones, it has a unique crashing sound. As the water seeps back out to the ocean, the stones tumble over each other. It creates a mixture of sounds, like the sound of rain mixed with a gigantic cold Coke-a-Cola being poured into a glass of ice in a hollow echo chamber. If you’re brave enough to get in the water after painfully walking on the rounded rocks, you will be greeted with schools of fish waiting to be fed. If you bring food to feed them they will eat right out of your hand. Lots of them. Enough to scare you,especially since you’re in the middle of them and they’re nibbling at your feet. It’s always fun to snorkel there and watch the tourists freak out when they think they are being attacked by schools of fish. One time I met this cute tough guy named Vinnie, from Brooklyn of all places. He wanted to go snorkeling. I had taken snorkeling lessons and desired to dive someday. I started collecting used scuba equipment at flea markets. I told him he could go with meat the dive park on the outskirts of the Casino. There you will find less fish and more seaweed. Tall forests of seaweed 30 feet high where the tops rest on the top of the water. A little more scary than being attacked by fishes I might ad. We went together. He was so scared he was hyperventilating in the middle of the park and I didn’t have a lot of sympathy. I was gagging on salt water from laughing so hard. He decided to get out and snorkel another day at the kiddies pool at ‘Lover’s Cove.’ Casino snorkeling was for the big girls.

  I remember the beauty and the smell of the ocean at Catalina. Mostly from the walkway to the casino. (In Spanish, casino means gathering place). What makes it so special is the walkway to the Casino is romantically lit in the evening. On one side of the stone paved walkway is a small cliff, and on the other side is the harbor with boats and docks that line the harbor before it reaches out to open ocean. At the end of this setting is this huge round building eloquently lit and characteristically balanced with palm trees to accent the ocean. Since there are limited cars on the island, you periodically hear a scooter or a golf cart drive by. Or a small boat(called dingies) cruising around the harbor in the night to get to their Yacht or sailboat. Every once in a while, a water taxi will bring the boat owners home or to the dock for a night on the town.It’s a mesmerizing experience and if you’re with someone with the potential for romance, you get the feeling that it was meant to be.Sometimes it’s just a good place to be in your skin and think about your future, which I did often. It’s a scene you want to see nightly when you have the chance.
There are so many stories to tell about Catalina, from my adolescence to my youth, when I decided how I was going to start my own business. The unique thing about being there was I always felt present and clear in my life with what I wanted to do. The friends I made with the islanders, even the ones that got away. But most of all it was the only time I really spent that special time alone with my mom.     © 1996 By Stacy Poulos
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Beer Note: Respect

“Respect is an unwritten contract. Love is unconditional, even through time. Self-respect is laying down the boundaries, and it doesn’t always come cushioned in cotton candy.” -Stacy Poulos

 


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Europe 2001-12 Paris and going home Augest 10, 2001.

PS You should start with the beginning and work your way backwards through my Europe trip #1 this is #12 coming home.

Europe Map 2001
Europe Map 2001

Paris and Home August 10, 2001.
Date: Fri., 10 Aug. 2001 04:50 (PDT)
From: Stacy Poulos
To: Group

I amvenice_oldman leaving today at 5:30 p.m. to HOME.
I can’t wait. We will stick to the plan of not drinking and doing train, plain, and automobile so that we make it!
I will be going back in time as I fly 10 hours and be in Oakland sometime around 7:30 p.m. Sandy, make sure you get a hold of me.
Someone let my mom, Georgia, know I’m OK and Deana’s mom is picking us up. Peace Out
Love Stacy
P.S. I will be sending a summary of my trip soon.
P.S. of P.S. I’m back on a French ass backwards keyboard.

By Stacy Poulos
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Back Home

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Notation: We got back August 11, 2001 September 11, 2001 happened exactly 1 month after we got back.  My Step Dad who raised me got to read some of my post but passed away less than two weeks after I got back. I am thankful I had a opportunity to share my journey with. Rest in peace. I will forever influenced by your love and care in my life.

In the meantime, I have 11 tapes to edit about this journey.

 


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Europe 2001-11 Brussels, Belgium hot spot Manikin Piss!

Belgium Brussels, Belgium

Date: Thu, 9 Aug. 2001 13:45 (PDT)
From: Stacy Poulos
Subject: Belgium, Euro 2001 Belgum 8_6_01
To: Group
We were only here to pick up a patch for my backpack and to see some hot spots including Manikin Piss. That’s right folks, Manikin Piss, as the legend goes was some little boy that peed on a bomb, putting out a fire and saving the town of Brussels.
So, my Nana (i.e. Grandma) had this statue of a kid peeing and I just thought it was one of those wird things she had. Anyway, in Brussels he was more famous than Oprah.
We had a Belgium waffle, great stuff. Then went on our merry way to our final destination, Paris.

Belgium ©2001 By Stacy Poulos
Belgium ©2001 By Stacy Poulos

The train ride was a challenge. We were especially warned about pick pockets in this area, so D & N went to the luggage room to watch their bags while I was left to watch the purses, conveniently located on the seats. I positioned myself so no one could sit behind me and I watched the purses. In the meantime this distract-er/decoy guy started talking to me in some foreign language asking me something trying to divert my attention in the opposite direction. I rudely said, I speak English, not wanting to deal with him because my keen instinct told me something was up. I turned my head back to the purses and a nice looking man in a pin stripped suite was walking off with Deana’s purse. I yelled at him and grasped at his coat, he dropped her bag and ran off the train. I would have kicked his ass and chased him off the train, but I was worried about the decoy guy getting my $3,000 camera, as well as our plane tickets. I looked back at my camera and Nachelle’s purse for the decoy guy but he ran off the train too thinking –this bitch is crazy. So I let him go, yelling for Deana, she strolls back thinking I’m yelling at her because she taking too long or something. In the meantime I’m hyped up and yelling at the train people for them making us move our bags in the first place. They felt bad and gave us a free cup of coffee. We made it to Belgium with everything.


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Europe 2001-10 Amsterdam, Holland; Red lights and Magic Mushrooms.

Amsterdam, Holland

Date: Thu, 9 Aug. 2001 13:25 (PDT)
From: Stacy Poulos
Subject: America is not free..
To: Group
America is not free, Amsterdam is!
Freedom to be free. Whatever that may be. Love, drugs, prostitution, whatever.
It’s much different here. You can even have a really bad hairdo and be accepted. No one would even do a double take if you were smoking a joint or had a really bad hairdo. They wouldn’t even flinch if two men were making out on the street.
There are “Coffee Shops” all over town that you –can’t– buy a beer but you can buy grams of pot, Magic Mushrooms, Crystal; it’s on the freaking MENU! And legal! You want to buy sex, that’s another street. The Red Light District. Window shopping like you’ve never seen before.
BUT, in the mix of all this that has raised many questions in my head. There is this thing that is called “Free will” where you don’t have to partake in all this freedom.
You would think that with this much freedom, the town would be out of control. Its not. The people are nice as well as the town. It’s not any cleaner than Hayward, California. Or as corrupt as it is either. You can smoke a joint of Hashish, but you can’t illegally park your car or they will lock up your tires with huge gadgets.
Amsterdam is definitely an experience, what goes on in front of your face, is what goes on double at home. Don’t worry I have practiced my “free will” to sustain from all the wildness. ..for the most part, I especially didn’t do anything illegal.
Vincent Van Gosh lived here and we went to the Museum where they display his art. One evening we splurged on a candle light boat tour of the canals.
The bicycles has more right-of-way then the pedestrians and cars. In fact we all have had many close calls. Nachelle actually got hit or side swiped by one.
From the minute I learned they had a Sex Museum here I wanted to go. But fate keep me away for days, Nachelle and Deana even went before me.
If Deana’s grandpa is listening, he bought all us girls dinner in Italy, and I wanted to thank him. I’ll have to give him a big kiss when I get back.
We’ll my friends, I am tired and ready to goooooooo home.


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Europe 2001-9 Berlin, Germany; on the midnight train from Hell!

Westside Wall Berlin, Germany ©2001 By Stacy Poulos
Westside Wall Berlin, Germany ©2001 By Stacy Poulos

Berlin, Germany

Date: Sun, 29 July 2001 07:49 (PDT)
From: Stacy Poulos
Subject: Photos Europe
To: Group

We made it to Berlin on the midnight train from Hell. The first 2 hours I slept in a very narrow walkway against my back pack on the train with my feet on Deana’s backpack and some man`s head on the other side of my backpack. Eventually people cleared out of the over packed train and we had our own seating to sleep. Anyway it`¥s an experience a minute.
My cousin Greg was able to post a website that shows some of the photos from our trip. I don`¥t know if I will be able to get more on before I get back.
Hope you enjoy.

Stacy

Germany
The German language is supposedly the most pure language from which all others came. To me it’s the most difficult one because the words are so long. Every time they say something it sounds like they are trying to say ka-ka (as in ka-ka and poo-poo) or some form of liver worst. I would image in a German dictionary the “K” section is the largest. I’m part German myself, and I have no desire to learn the language nor Greek for that matter. French on the other hand rolls off the tongue and “bologna sandwich” sounds like an elaborate French meal.


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Europe 2001-8 Munich, Germany and some, the first Nazi German concentration camp.

Munich, Germany

Date: Sun, 29 July 2001 07:16 (PDT)

Dakcow, Germany ©2001 By Stacy Poulos
Dakcow, Germany ©2001 By Stacy Poulos

From: Stacy Poulos
Subject: Munich, Germany and some, Euorope
To: Group
Miss me? : ) I don¥t have a lot of time to tell you all the wonderful stories and places we have gone. But tonight we have broken our “don¥t drink and do train rule.”

See, since we only had a few hours to kill before our train leaves, we decided to drink beer, instead of coke, it`¥s cheaper here in Germany. We are in Munich, Germany (Mun¥`ick) and broke another rule, staying away from subjects that we cannot agree on. Especially when we are all dropping eggs around here. Never the less, we are always finding out about the world around us, and about ourselves. What a wonderful difference.
I told the girls that we can either talk politics, religion, how much we love each other, or I can just drop a note to you all.
Here I am. Yesterday, we left Salzburg, Austria (Where The Sound Of Music was filmed in 1965) and two very wonderful men (Peter & Dick) who not only took care of us, told us stories, lots of stories, but also fed us real home cooked food. Both men are friends of my cousin Greg. Peter is a retired famous actor/singer and all around talented man. Dick is a flamboyant Famous Producer of Vegas type shows, as well as many others. He also has acted and worked with many famous people. So we had a relaxing, yet colorful experience learning about show biz, Austria, and Mary…the virgin Mary. They are both very loving and vibrant and we thoroughly enjoyed their company and stories.
Today we went to Dachau. Dachau was a Nazi German concentration camp, and the first one opened in Germany, 10 miles outside of Munich. It was very sad to know such human suffering went on and still goes on in other ways, in the US and around the World. It certainly made an impression on us, as well as made us realize how lucky we are. There are explicit pictures of the atrocities that went on, from human experiments, to suicides, to escape attempts, gas chambers, and photos of discarded people piled up on top of each other. We toured the insides of gas chamberes that once murdered hundreds of Jews at a time. Most people don’t know but Jews were not the only targets and many others suffered and died at the hands of the Nazi’s.
I have written a lot about my experiences and wish I can beam them to you, via my palm pilot. I haven`t written much since Santorini. There is so much to tell. When I wrote you from Roma I said I was on my way to the church to light a candle for Joseph… It was closed. Then I had to get on a bus, to get on a train, to get on a plane, to get on a boat, to get in a truck, to get to our hotel. Sooo..

Venice, Italy ©2001 By Stacy Poulos
Venice, Italy ©2001 By Stacy Poulos

I lit a candle in a church that was open at night in Mykonos, Greece, then we got in a truck, to get to a boat, to get in a cab, to get on a plane, to get on a bus, to get on a train, to get to Venice, Italy. And there I actually found a church that was open to pray, not for tourist attractions. There I lit a candle and said to Joseph, you finally made it to Italy.
My train will be here in 20 minutes and the girls are now probably franticly looking for me, so I must go.
We are on our way to Berlin, Germany and will get there tomorrow at 8 a.m., my favorite time of the morning to get up and pee, then go back to sleep.
Caio’ for now.
Stacy


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Europe 2001-7 Venice, Italy Holy land of churches.

Venice, Italy

Italy ©2001 By Stacy Poulos
Italy ©2001 By Stacy Poulos
Venice, Italy Laundry ©2001 By Stacy Poulos
Venice, Italy Laundry ©2001 By Stacy Poulos

Today I saw a Catholic “Nun” walking around with Birkenstocks on (A kinda thong), and a “Priest” with Tivas on (a tennis shoe). Their modern day sandals I guess. Other than that they seem pretty official looking with their robes, black dress and Nun hat, all the way down to their Rosary beads. It’s funny how in this region where I believe “Religion”  originated, you can’t just go to church.

Venice, Italy Gondola ©2001 By Stacy Poulos
Venice, Italy Gondola ©2001 By Stacy Poulos

Most of them are closed. Today, 23 days later into my trip, around the Holy land of churches, was the first day I found one I could actually go into to pray that wasn’t a tourist trap. You can’t go too many blocks in Europe without running into a church. Maybe it’s my timing? Anyway, on my way to do laundry I found one that I could sit in and wasn’t bombarded with tourists or guarded, or you have to pay an entry fee!
When I went to light a candle for Joseph in Rome, the doors were locked closed, and we had to get on the bus, to get to our hotel, to get our stuff, to get on another bus, to get to the train, to get to a cab, to get on a plane, to get in another cab, to get on a boat, to get in a van, to get on a moped, to get to one that was open.


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Europe 2001-6 Mykonos, Greece, He said, you can walk every where, I’m thinkin’ what does he consider walking distance?

Serios, Greece ©2001 By Stacy Poulos
Serios, Greece ©2001 By Stacy Poulos

Mykonos, Greece

Date: Tue, 18 July 2001 01:55 (PDT)
From: Stacy Poulos
Subject: Mykonos, Greece, Eurorp
To: Group
Mykonos reminds me of the Catalina Island with the buildings butted up against a waterfront road. It’s like Roma where hotel owners try to get your business as you get off the train, here they try as you get off the boat. They all stand behind a gate hooping and hollering to all the tourist walking by. Most all of them have a presentation binder held open to a page of what their hotel looks like. Being the chief negotiator, D & N left this part up to me.

Mykonos, Greece
Mykonos, Greece

As one woman told us about her place, I told her we were on a limited budget and what we were willing to pay. One young man amongst twelve, stepped up to take my offer, as he showed me his place in his booklet. His father was waiting with a van to drive us. It’s right in town, and he said, you can walk every where, I’m thinkin’ what does he consider walking distance? A Paris block, a Switerland block (i.e. a country mile) a Roma Block? How do the Greek Islander’s measure. How big are their shrimp? We follow him to his van where two other men were trying to discourage us from going to his hotel. Not sure why, or who to trust. They were kind of obnoxious. I figured we had a better chance with the man and his son. He said air conditioning was available.

So we got our hotel, which turned out decent, it was clean, 4 beds, a dresser, a safe, the shower that stayed in one piece when you touched it (I checked). Well, it was a typical Greek shower where you had to hold up the shower head. I guess the whole point is to rinse. Turn off the water, lather, rinse, and get the hell out. Being on an Island, the water has to be rationed. I asked him about the air conditioning? He handed over a typical house fan, smile, ya know just a fan that spins around, of course for a few extra bucks. Humm.


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