But seriously, there are a lot of songs about California. But now I understand why.
20.06.2015 - 24.06.2015 61 °F
This is gonna be a huge post, because California is a huge state. By this logic, when we finally get to Alaska for our 10 year anniversary, the post on Alaska should be a book. If you continue to follow our adventures, be sure to pre-order. It's gonna be epic.
We cross into California innocuously, missing the "Welcome to" sign. What is the California state motto? It's gotta be on the sign. Will I care enough to google it? (Yes, I probably will. Update: I did. The sign is either the classic green and white highway sign, sometimes eschewing the "welcome to," or a blue sign with yellow lettering and yellow flowers. So no state motto on the sign. State motto, a la google: Eureka! I have found it! Funny, we're staying in Eureka tomorrow night.)
So, anyway, we get into California early afternoon on Friday. The last 60 miles into LA are bumper to bumper, but we have time until Shabbat. The plan is: Get to Gabe's (my super awesome cousin), unwind, take care of important real-life things, head over to the Rabin's for Shabbat. This plan is perfect until we arrive at Gabe's ad realize we don't have a key. And Gabe is in Northern CA (therefore, no cell reception), catering a wedding. So we chill on the front porch and internet. Soon, neighbors come home and hey! they know Gabe. Think he is (rightly) one of the coolest people and they have his roommate's number who should be home. Viola! Connections made, keys acquired, cat pet. The cat's name is Mowgli. She is very friendly. I stay outside and continue to internet, because the weather is wonderful and I am tired of being inside buildings and cars for the day.
Shabbat by the Rabin's is really pleasant. Yael, whom we know from school, isn't home, but her family makes us feel super welcome. (She's at a wedding for two of my very close friends, David and Devora. Mazel tov!) Her dog, Bialik, also makes us feel super welcome. Shari, a self proclaimed "cat person," now wants a dog. Bialik makes our walk through Beverly Hills much more palatable. People are friendlier, it seems, when you have a dog. Which is good, because Bialik tries to make friends with everyone.
After Shabbat we head back to Gabe's place and make plans with Sarah (my super awesome cousin) to go to the Getty Villa tomorrow. In a surprise twist, my (super awesome) uncle, Ken, joins us for the day. The Getty Villa is an amazing collection of Roman art and culture. It's also a testament to what insanely wealthy people sometimes do with their money.
Monday is a rest day. Sarah, Shari, and I make lots of plans, and then realize that a body in motion needs to not be in motion for, like, a day. Shari gets her hair done, I get my laundry done, we go to the Santa Monica Pier in the late afternoon. Good stuff. I try on a kelp crown. We try using the selfie stick. We stop trying to use the selfie stick. Thing just ain't practical. The one problem is once the sun goes down, the pier gets super sketchy, super fast. I'm pretty sure I saw a con being run, but I'll never really be sure. And I'm okay with this uncertainty.
Tuesday is for touring. Shari heads to the Walk of Fame, while Sarah and I check out LACMA. I play in the spaghetti installation, because I am a child. Sarah and I check out the museum and after closing, check out the La Brea tar pits. The tar pits ooze and bubble, and are amazing treasure troves of fossils, and they smell. (See? Child.) We meet back up with Shari, and then go for drinks and dinner with Gabe. (A huge thanks to everyone who made Tuesday evening excellent.)
Wednesday begins our journey north. We had originally planned to stay in LA for a week and a half, but developed itchy feet (metaphorically) after a few days. We head up Highway 1, despite the GPS which desperately tries to put us on the 5. No dice. We use maps to stay the course. And are so glad we do. Driving the 1 is one of the most terrifying and beautiful places to drive. The ocean expands silver past the horizon, the mountain cliffs tower over head, and the hairpin turns alternate the view from eternal blueness to dense forest. Infinitely worth it. Go on crazy road trips. I dare you. It's agreed that we need need need to return here once were fit enough and experienced enough to hike the trails veining up and down from the road.
We end the day in Pebble Beach, staying by my (some order of magnitude removed) cousins. I love the way this trip helps me become closer to people, whether friends or family or both. Why not both?
See you in the morning! We're off to San Francisco.