Postcard from San Diego: The two hour drive south to San Diego has become so easy, I find myself asking “Can we move here?”
And you, Santa Barbara – with your perfectly-spaced palm trees, stucco public spaces and pervading smell of fresh bread – you make me feel contentment.
Here’s how to take a local environment and turn it into a traveling microadventure, L.A. style: urban camping in a one-bedroom apartment!
Just what we want on a Tuesday – the promise of eternal sunshine! Because skies (like road trips) shouldn’t be compromised by anything cloudy. Honk if you’re ready for asphalt adventures through Southern California!
Flying is fantasy, a journey through blue realms and unfathomable heights. Hyped up by another airplane coffee (my third or fourth, I can’t remember) and the pure magic of air travel, I’m already the most excited passenger to take a window seat on flight AA0139…
Calling the corner of Wilshire ‘home’ means learning to sleep through 3 a.m. mail trucks, overhead flights and constant police sirens – it’s too nice out to close the windows.
There’s a narrow second of calm between a wave’s ebb and flow; a brief opportunity to catch your breath or grab at drifting bikini ties. . .