We reluctantly left Mexico on Wednesday and made our way back to
Los Estados Unidos. This time we stayed
at a Radison, which was a significant upgrade upon the Travellodge. It
even had a sleep number bed, which rectified my problem that hotel beds
are always too hard. From now on I'm going to have to try to always
stay at a hotel that has one*. Not feeling too
adventurous, we ate dinner in the hotel
restaurant, where I got steak which was easily better than any I had in
Mexico. The meal reminded us both that we were back to American sized
portions, and that we needed to carry wallets around again.
*Unless the hotel comes with a hammock.
Thursday
was our one free day to roam the streets of Los Angeles. Figuring out
to spend a day in LA proved to be a bit of a logistical
challenge. Everything is spread out and
expensive, and neither of us had any great interest in the trappings of
Hollywood. We ended up finding a $5
all day trolley that connected various hotels including ours to a few tourist destinations.
The first stop on the trolley was Manhattan beach, where at
least some of the local rich and famous live.* There was a pathway with various local
shops along it. Up a street on one side were colorful houses that cost more than we are likely to make in the next few decades. On
the other side was the boardwalk, beach and ocean. We ate lunch at a
bakery that offered enormous sandwiches and delicious mini cupcakes for
dessert. There was also a cute
independent bookstore whose kind is rarely seen anymore. We went down
the boardwalk and watched the surfers for a while. This allowed me to
explain the entertaining art
of watching people fall to Becky. There was a pier that led to a free
aquarium, but it was closed.
*For example there dwells Nomar Garciaparra and Mia Hamm who Becky's grandmother asked us to stalk on her behalf.
Becky and Honey on the pier |
*The night did have a striking resemblance to what my friend Rich's idea of heaven must be.
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