Good-Bye Monterey, Then Back To L.A.

...Continued from yesterday:
          On Wednesday, March 28, Tom and I said good-bye to our quarters at the Presidio of Monterey military  hotel (see post from 4/1/2018).

     On our way to the airport we stopped at the Presidio Historical Park, located on a hilltop next to the army post, to have a look at the views below us of Monterey Bay and the surrounding landscape,

...and to visit  the Presidio Museum,

...which chronicles the history of the Presidio of Monterey - "presidio" is Spanish for fortress - from its construction on that site by Spanish soldiers  in 1771 to the present.
        In the park was posted this sign,

...the wording of which ― especially the use of the word "hosted" ― made me laugh. (The Native Americans really should have left the Spanish, Mexicans and Americans off their guest list).
     As the Spanish priest Junipero Sierro (see yesterday's post) accompanied the Spanish army to Monterey,  founded a mission here  (which he later moved to Carmel - see post from 4/7/2018), and oversaw the economic development of the region, there is a statue of him in the park on a spot overlooking Monterey Bay.

    In 2015 when Junipero Serra was proclaimed a saint by the Catholic Church there was protest against his canonization because of his subjugation and mistreatment of Native Americans and his forced suppression of their culture. At the time of his canonization some mystery protesters cut off Junipero Serra's head and threw it into the bay where it was later found. A new head was made and reattached. 
​         After our visit to the Presidio Historical Park we headed to the Monterey Airport.

​      We grabbed some lunch at the sole airport restaurant, where the food was not noteworthy,

​...except, perhaps, for the noteworthiness of the bread of my veggie sandwich being remarkably stale and my French fries being remarkably cold. But then, this  was the only restaurant in the airport, so I guess the customers are pretty much a captive audience.

    Then we took off and within the hour we were back in L.A.,

...just in time for a baby-sitting gig with our grand daughters and some friends over for an after-school play date,

...also pinky poo,

and his wild-and-crazy pal Indie, who was still visiting for a few more days.

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