Next up… Go North!!

So, Monday morning, we woke up and headed to hop on a train to head to Los Angeles. Unfortunately, the early train was cancelled due to “mechanical difficulties” but fortunately, Virginia’s Aunt Liz circled the block and came into the station to check on us. So, we loaded back into her car, and visited some of the local beaches that were close. After about an hour and a half, we went back to the train station and made it in time to walk down to the tracks and wait for our train.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was a gorgeous day, so we didn’t mind waiting a bit. Not to mention it was a rather attractive train station, so I enjoyed looking at that.

There are no pictures from LA, as we basically got to the train station, rented our car and hauled ass out of the city. We did cruise around Beverly Hills, and Rodeo Drive and all of that fun stuff on the way out of town though. Above you’ll see the key-card to our first hotel of the trip: Hotel California in Santa Monica. The hotel was located right next to the pier, and the famous “Muscle Beach”.

It was a gorgeous night to take a walk on the pier, so… we did.

 

 

 

 

 

 

So… right next to the pier was Cirque Du Soleil … which we didn’t know until we got there… so we didn’t get tickets, and didn’t see the performance. … … and this damn ferris wheel… I swear the thing made 100 different designs…but every time I pointed the camera at it, it made one of 3 designs. If you look at the album, you’ll see what I mean.

So, after a walk on the pier, we returned to the room for a hot minute, and then went to meet up with Virginia’s friend Alisha who works in LA. We went to a lovely tavern about a mile from our hotel, had some good burgers, then a good cup of some organic hippie coffee… then a math lesson from a homeless woman. She asked for 50 cents so she could ride the bus. Thinking quickly, we replied that we didn’t have any quarters because we pumped them all into the parking meter. She then informed us that it didn’t have to be quarters… it could be five dimes. … … … HOLY CRAP. Is that how it works? But… Santa Monica was a good time, and I managed to grab what I think is my favorite picture of the entire trip.