So once I got past my 12 hour stomach bug/food poisoning/brush with death, I was beyond pumped to get up and out and explore California further than the Trader Joe's parking lot. So Thursday, our second night, we trekked down (or up? Over?) to the Santa Monica Pier.
If we're being honest, I had no intention of walking the Santa Monica Pier. I read here to skip the touristy walk, and that was my plan. But Kris insisted, and I'm glad he did. It was definitely a tourist fest with unsupervised tweenagers and tat shops scattered along the rails, but as a first-timer, I think it's kind of a rite of passage. Needless to say, after the night I had before, I was in no shape to ride any of the rides. Although looking at this picture again, I wish I had sucked it up and hopped on the ferris wheel!
[My sister and I at the end of the pier! Can you tell I'm freezing? Sorry, it's just my Floridian showing.]
Side note: my palm tree obsession in California was just too real. We have palm trees on palm trees on palm trees everywhere in Florida, but they just felt different out there. Much like the rest of the population in California, Cali palms were taller and leaner than Florida palms. They just photograph so well, don't they?
Shortly after this little excursion, we had a glass of wine at a fancy hotel down the road, followed by homemade seafood risotto made by Kris's extremely Italian roommate and said roommate's extremely Italian girlfriend. And I managed to keep it all down, so I marked that in the books as a win!
Next up: our day in Hollywood! XO
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