The plane was full of little children. I think they are heading to Disneyland. Maybe I should check that place out.
My first act in L.A. was to pick up my rental car. I splurged a bit and got a Mustang. Unfortunately, it isn’t a convertible. That would have cost a LOT more money. However, with all that power under the hood (relative to my Honda Civic) I am not treating it right. I’m going slow and nervous. I’m in a completely different city that I don’t know my way around. (I’m lucky I found the hotel.)
And yet I feel I recognize it. I am seeing so many names that I have heard before. I travelled along La Brea avenue (Which was weird. None of the “La Brea” marked businesses were mentioning tar pits, which is what I associate the name with.) I crossed Melrose and Santa Monica. My hotel is on Sunset Boulevard. (And I am not ready for my close up.)
It is weird having a hotel with a roof and walls in the hallway, and yet is still open to the elements. The people here do not have to deal with real weather.
But now, I feel the need to eat. Next door is an In-N-Out Burger place. Which I recall hearing very good things about, and only available in California. I haven’t had a greasy burger since last August, but I’m on vacation now. (Mind you, the only month I haven’t been on vacation since then was January, so that isn’t a solid argument.)