To cheer myself up and transport myself, if only temporarily and theoretically, out of this frosty and gray city, I'm revisiting days of sunshine and tacos and beachside Ferris Wheels. Won't you join me?
The following day we walked along the beach and down the Santa Monica pier, checking out the Ferris Wheel and people playing volleyball on the sand and a seal that was hanging out at the end of the pier, looking to make friends.
And because no trip to LA is complete without tacos, for lunch we ventured to Tacos Puntas Cabras, which lataco.com says is the best taco in Santa Monica, and they may be right (I'm getting hungry all over again thinking about it).
A nice run through Palisades Park overlooking the beach, exceptional burritos, and a lovely wedding that got crashed by Maroon Five, and our Santa Monica days were at an end - for now, at least.
Thanks for indulging that trip down recent-memory lane. I feel thawed out already.