reminds me of California. Reminds me of winding roads, particulary Sunset Blvd, first going through the crappy parts of L.A. and then hitting the strip, winding up and down the hills of Beverly, up towards to Santa Monica ... hitting the pacific highway, as the cool mists provide the white-capped contrast to the iron rich hills. Malibu homes unseen, wooden gates, and the peek of the high performance foreign car; the black Ferrari that already sped past my white Ford rental ...
the creepy mist further up, obscuring the prehistoric giants of Big Sur, the sky a hallucinatory oasis, perhaps just a hint of azure in the grey above. Baby seals and all that ...
La Jolla, white facade designer shops, Sushi on the Rock really rocks out with the best spicy tuna roll I've had in the continental US. Walking along Torrey Pines beach during sunset, clearing the limestone cliffs, seeing the rainbow festooned hot air balloons take off into the fiery sky ...
And San Diego, the Silver strand, Coronado red tiled peaks and blue bays dotted with white sails ... an hour from Tijuana.
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