From A Millionaires Canal to Mexican Mayhem
19.05.2012 - 19.05.2012
Room 309, Embassy Suites, La Quinta, California
6.30pm, Sunday, 20 May 2012
A great day today, having at last got to "Just Driving" empty roads instead of manickly full ones.
The temperature in the California High Desert as we crossed it was 108F and we've now arrived at an unreal oasis where very wealthy Californians come to die. But more of that tomorrow, perhaps!
Yesterday was a tranquil and gentle one.
We reluctantly departed the Doubletree at Santa Monica, and pottered down the coast towards our new Port O'Call (see later), at San Pedro, (pronounced round these parts as San Peeedro) near the massive Port of Los Angeles
and across the water from the (mainly) prosperous city of Long Beach.
Our aim was to visit the Museum of Latin American Art.
Interesting but most of the art was not particularly to our taste apart from this interesting window, through which you could see yourselves looking at you from two other windows.
Arthur was not even interested in this but was interested in the exciting range of "flaaans" in the smart little cafe attached to the museum. We refrained, but Arthur ordered a "Mowcha" one with a Chocolate one on the side.
Unfortunately, his eyes were, unusually, too big even for his tummy and we had to help him out.
After surviving the traumas of buying gas for the car, (will the card be accepted? NO. Which button should I press? No idea. WHAT LEVER should I lift? Ouch. Was it wise to leave my card with the lady in the office while I filled the car.....?) we pottered on to an area called Naples. A canal runs down to the sea and up to 4 streets away from this canal is a very sought after area by those who can afford it. There's an awful lot of awfully rich awful people in California!
This is the way some of them get about, by board 'n oar. This also demonstrates the body shape John is aiming for after his diet, after his return to Spain. Not.
Meanwhile, back at our hotel, we wait for our room by exploring the marina it sits on. Boats as far as the eye can see, and none of them ever seem to move.
This is the car Arthur wanted to rent, but we said "no"!
For Dinner we traded this...
Just 5 minutes down the road which we read in the guide books to be some twee artificial port, "Ports O'Call" (geddit?). Far from it. Most of the area's Mexican population plus other latinos seem to come here to enjoy a meal and some music and fun on a Saturday night. It felt like a gigantic fiesta to us.
It was terrific. And we got some really good sea food.
Thank you all for your comments. They are really appurrrsiated!