The Trip

We started our trip on an evil airplane.  This one isn't particularly evil.  They are all evil.  And it was very early in the morning.  I suggested we travel by bike but, Nooooooooooo.  Actually I surprised myself and didn't even throw up once.  

San Diego was cool.

So was this guy.

Next was Carol's casita.  You could literally reach outside and pick a grapefruit or lemon.  I may have stuffed a couple in my bag and brought them home but if questioned by the California Fruit Police,  I will deny it so don't even bother turning me in.  

Then we moved to San Palm Something.  

Lots of flowers and waterfalls, just like my yard at home in my head.  I spent time wandering around pretending I knew where I was going because the place was kind of set up like a maze.  Combine my keen sense of direction with multiple look-alike casitas and pathways designed to confuse and you get lots of exercise.

Home again.  No room service.  No 75 degree weather.  But my own pillow and lemon pie is yummy.