Just a quick explanation: in the summer of 2011, my parents decided to take all six of us (four children between 22 and 16 and two parents) on a roadtrip through -mostly- the West Coast of the USA. This was written as a diary at the time, so keep in mind that this was written by a 22-year-old who was blogging to keep family and friends updated on our whereabouts. Enjoy! – Camille
The sea attracts birds. And we’re situated right next to the sea. Hurray. As I mentioned before, I really don’t like birds. Loved ones keep getting pushed between me and birds (no clue why, it just happens. Weird phenomenon). And, just FYI, sea gulls are the worst. They’re big, they eat meat (saw it with my own eyes, those London ravens didn’t stand a chance against that gull) and they’re butt-ugly. I don’t like them and they don’t like me. Only thing is, they outnumber me here. Enormously. Hurray.
But (and it’s one big, enormous But with capital B): there’s a Cheesecake Factory here! Right next to the hotel! Just a three minute walk! I know where I’ll be spending time tomorrow…
Today we went for a small road trip through LA: we visited Beverly Hills (big houses, big cars, even bigger fences and hedges), drove through Rodeo Drive (think of a ‘big name’ shop and it’s here. We didn’t spot any celebrities, but just looking at shopkeepers, shops and tourists was more than enough fun) and took a quick drive around UCLA (nice campus, but just a tad too big to be man-made and all university).
After the road trip, the “Let’s find the hotel and quickly!”-part and the Cheesecake Factory visit (mmmmmmmm), we walked to Venice Beach. If you ever come to LA and think “I want to visit Venice Beach”, let me give you a quick tip, free of charge: Don’t. It’s ugly, there’s pretty much nothing to see and the only thing even remotely interesting is the fact that there are millions of tiny shops with ugly T-shirts and sunglasses (yes, I got some. $10, they’re mine!). It smells, there are too many birds and they’re looking way too evil. Get me out of here!
Alright, we did the whole ‘where not to go’-tour. But what if we want to go somewhere? Well, Santa Monica seems a good place to go. Just a bit to the north of Venice Beach, there’s this huge pier which looks very cool after sunset, lots of shops and malls and a very cosy Italian restaurant. The lasagna wasn’t too great (well, not bad either, just not something to squeal about and keep on eating until you’re capable of being rolled somewhere), but the atmosphere was good and the staff adorable. It was called ‘The baker’, but then in Italian (something with an F, but I can’t recall what it was. Fianola? Fianori? A lot of vowels and a capital F, that’s all I remember).
Tomorrow, I’m off on a little side trip to Santa Barbara (not sure if we’ll make it, as we might decide it’s too far and just stop somewhere between LA and Santa Barbara), there will be a small beach-and-cheesecake-stop and then it’s packing up time. We’re leaving in two days’ time, and that seems to be awfully quick. Eeeeek!