VACA

VACA

LA is the only major California city I haven’t lived in—and I am actually sorry about that. I like it here, this quiet Redondo Beach neighborhood, the tai chi performance in the park outside Teresa’s window, the mix of families and young professionals and grandparents in the modest but pleasant houses and apartment buildings. Nice lazy Saturday, pajamas, Steven comes over from Irvine and we trip plan, order-in bad pizza, I meet Teresa’s new friend, eat ice cream.

If I were younger I might describe him as an awesome dude, a little younger, I'd say cool guy. Think I'll settle for an age-appropriate (my age not his) label...nice boy.
If I were younger I might describe him as an awesome dude, a little younger, I’d say cool guy. Think I’ll settle for an age-appropriate (my age not his) label…nice boy.

Sunday breakfast at the beach, afternoon at Hula class, leisurely drive down PCH to San Diego—leisurely being a relative term for SoCal traffic.

GIRLS AND MIMOSAS
GIRLS AND MIMOSAS
Aaahhhhh LA!
Aaahhhhh LA!
TERESA WAS BORN IN HAWAII, A NATURAL HULA GIRL
TERESA WAS BORN IN HAWAII, A NATURAL HULA GIRL

VACATION IS GOOD. And I appreciated the 5.1 earthquake to begin. Today REI to look for a new backpack and then Scott’s fixing Oxtail stew. Hmmm!  This must be the ‘good life’ in the golden state.

The unrivaled beauty of the Pacific Coast Highway
The unrivaled beauty of the Pacific Coast Highway

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