You would think that the Madonna Inn had something to do with mother and child. That’s what I thought. Wrong!  It is named after Alex Madonna, (I swear this is true), who developed the place. We wanted to stop here because we were told that it is really lovely and that every room is different. It is true!  When you check in, they hand you a book of photographs. A photograph of each room. You pick which one you want. Actually, you pick from the two in your price range, but you get my drift. We pick the “Desert Sands”. It’s a very lovely room which we settle into and then leave it to go eat. We’ll walk into the downtown area and find a nice restaurant. Right!  We walk out of the hotel grounds to the traffic lights on the corner. No direction obvious. We assess, calculate, reason, evaluate and decide. We are wrong!  We walk for twenty minutes and find ourselves in a large shopping centre from which we can find no way out. Starvation grabs hold. We settle for the first eatery available. We are served gorgeous ribs and good beer. Can’t be bad.

With detailed directions from the waitress, we set out to regain the Madonna Inn, which we find. Eventually. There is music in the bar/function room. Check it out. The local dancing club is holding their weekly night. We join in. Good fun.

Next morning we hike the hills in the area nearby. A very lovely hike in sunshine and warm weather on the dusty hillside. Back for a shower before check out and on the road again to Morro. Yes to Morro!  We went today. Well actually we went yesterday. So we went to Morro, yesterday. Try to keep up here, I’m doing my best. Morro is a lovely beach and fishing port. The dominant feature is a rock headland that is actually a volcano plug, left behind after an eruption thousands of years ago. A local fisherman directs us to where we get a good brunch. Then it’s off to paddle in the sea, (very cold), and scamper on the rocks. The whole bay is full of sea otters.

Driving along the highway we see a sign for a town called Harmony, (population 18).  Well we have to drive in there. We sit on a step and sing. (Get it?). Vicki spots a small poster about a concert there tonight. Cosy Sheridan, folk singer songwriter. Sounds good. We’ll come back.

We go on to San Simeon, get a room and a meal and go back to Harmony. What a wonderful concert. This is a tiny place. The hall is a refurbished post office shed. It seats about 70 people max, pretty tightly squeezed. Cosy comes on. She’s been writing songs and singing for 40 years. She is superb!  What a performer. Her songs are great. Her stories are great. She is engaging and funny. We love this woman. We buy two CDs. They also give us an Irish Coffee and a chocolate chip cookie.

OK, bedtime.