A day of misty mountains, many stories, pumpkin flan.
As we inadvertently saw both Saturday Night Fever and Samurai Night Fever while in Los Angeles, it is only fitting that our journey back up Hwy 1 (in new-to-us wheels) was tinged with disco fever.
Swapping licenses from NYC to California, the DMV sprung a pop quiz on us. Failed the first try, got 100% on the second. If you’ve taken this impossible test recently, you’ll appreciate my pride.
Alfonso jogged, I harassed seagulls, the sea made mermaid tails in the sand, the sun sank, the moon rose over Crystal Cove.