At least that is how I pictured it in my head. Sadly, the weather was not playing nice this weekend. We kept hoping and hoping for one good beach day.
We did get to hug some palm trees. though.
And we met these cool birds at the Santa Monica Pier.
Then we got grandly photo bombed at the end of Route 66
This is one of the trees in the garden area. These blossoms are huge, and they hang upside down on this big tree. It was as impressive as some of the paintings.
No trip to visit Alisa and Erwann would be complete without Erwann making something French for us. These are gallettes and they are delicious. It's like a different kind of crepe filled with ham and cheese and an egg on the top. I even ate the sunny side egg and liked it. Me! Who can only stomach my eggs dry and cold.
The last night we were there, Alisa and I stayed up really late talking. Then we got giggly. Then we decided to take a self portrait of the two of us. It just kept getting sillier and sillier. I thought my face might explode, I was laughing so hard. Notice how Alisa can laugh and look beautiful, and I laugh and I look like an ogre.
I also want to be just like my aunt Carole. Here she is , sipping soup with her straw at Denney's on the way home. This was just after she had shot her straw wrapper at me, missed, and hit the lady behind me in the head. It was pretty darn funny. Carole also drinks diet coke and loves to shop, so she can come on my Spring Break anytime.