I have this little issue where I need to have plans to be going somewhere or I simply lay down and die. I haven't died yet, and I continue to get better at making plans all the time! I felt like going home from Seattle would be too sudden and scary, so from there I went straight to Southern California.
The flight from Seattle to CA is incredible. This is Mount Rainier from 37,000 feet. STUNNA.
This is Lake Tahoe. Vur pretty.
My cutie Auntie (known to me as Saint Bethanie) picked me up, and it was seriously HOT outside. I wore a sweater that morning, and was instantly drenched in the humidity my own talented body provided. Oh, it was also my birthday. Birthday sweat!
We went to dinner at this awesome mexi place, and... it was just so tasty. And hot outside. And sweaty.
The next morning I woke up to these...
And these! BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENTS EVER!!!!
Beth and I headed to the beach. This feeling is overwheling to me. My chubby piggy toes are happiest in the sand.
None of my piggy toes protest watching shirtless men play volleyball either. I trained them well.
We went to Huntington and took a walk down the pier. I hadn't been there since I was a wittle piggy.
We ate lots of tasty greasy food at Ruby's.
Then this saintly woman made Molten Lava Cake... my face was molten with delight after partaking of the goodness.
Luv my cousins :)
Helloooo pool and palm trees and the sun.... I hadn't seen any of these for so very long. My piggy toes didn't protest this either.
For some reason it has always been tradition in my family to visit the tide pools in Laguna Beach on Sunday.
I think the clams are gathering for General Conference. (I don't think they are clams. But clam is a word related to the ocean, and I'm from the desert and don't really get the differences in all these creatures, so we are just going to call them clams. Close enough! I know they aren't flying fish, so you can high five me for that one).
Finding creatures in the rocks...
Something I realized more fully on this trip is that Saint Bethanie is a total gourmont. Everything she cooks is amazing and pretty and tasty and awesome. Check out this pizza. Exquisite.
On my last day Beth, PK and I went down to San Clemente and walked down their little pier there. This old brittish chap had just caught this bat ray. Poor buddy. Oh well. Now he's with friends.
Of course it wouldn't be a trip to Beth's without Potato Tacos! Oh man. SO GOOD. I ate it like it's hot.
Then Beth drove me to LAX, and we seriously bawled, and it was sad, and I shan't see her for a while, but it was fun to hang out and get spoiled for a few days :)
LOVE YOU, KLOEPFERS!!! THANKS SO MUCH THE MOST!!!