L.A.! What a culture shock after months in the islands! We grabbed a cute industrial space at Venice beach because the options for connections were an impossible 40 minute turn around from landing at the international terminal from Tahiti to take off at the domestic terminal to Charlotte, N.C. With customs and immigration between. Or eleven hours between....we went with the latter. Our space at Venice beach included a fabulous rooftop terrace, which we made use of after we’d played tourist on the promenade and had lunch at a cute diner. We were going to rent bikes or skates, but the wind was howling, kicking up an incredible sandstorm, and it was actually cold to our tropical acclimated selves. Lars bought a hoodie for me from a sweet lady who said she had lived here in Venice for 25 years and never seen it this cold here ever! Ha! It was kind of refreshing...but the wind screened roof top terrace was way more comfy than the boulevard, so biking and skating lost out to a sunny read on the roof. All too soon, I was off again in the taxi to catch my flight to NC.
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