Days Inn Airport Center Los Angeles
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... for "the faint hearted". I doubt that many other 79 yr olds have made it. Congratulations Grandma!!!! We had to move accommodation today to Yosemite View Lodge which was just outside the National Park. This place was huge and very suitable for families with a games room, pool and basic cooking facilities in the room. Dinner was at the lodge restaurant. After the day's strenuous activities and then slept very ...
... architecture of the Church, the whole experience was really cool (The church was on a hill overlooking LA, a multi million dollar view).
Then today Ryan and I did a practice run to AbelCine to see how long it takes to get there; about 25 minutes. From there we had to go pick up Max's car which was just outside of LAX. We took the 405 south, but not without many miles of going about 2 mph, until we finally made our way to the car rental place. After retrieving the ...
... fall instantly in love with this place. After walking down to the end of the pier we grabbed a coffee and sat down for a while to take it all in and listen to the sweet sounds of a local busker playing his guitar and singing some old classics , the coffee here is super sugary and tastes completely differnt to coffee at home. when I could finally drag Jake away from the music we decided to grab a map from the visitors centre and explore the shopping ...
... and it was obviously massive. I couldnīt finish it so Gonzalo had to eat his own and then half of mine. He felt quite bad at the end of the day because it was apparently too much food for his reduced stomach.
Day 4: September 23, 2014
Gonzalo and I were really tired so we decided to take one day off, meaning that we slept until late and I devoted myself top writing, while Gonzalo was just chilling. Later in the evening Sole prepared a great dinner ...
... and black pants with polished shoes; and the little girls are wearing Easter dresses. I feel underdressed in a polka-dotted, navy blue dress and high-heels. “This place is packed,” I think to myself. “There must be 200 people here. I don’t see any Caucasians.” I take a big gulp, and slump down in my seat.
“It’s nice to have you join us,” the lady next to me says.