San Vicente Bungalows
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
- Continental Breakfast
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... nice - with real silverware - for our last dinner.
We found a charming and very popular French restaurant where the staff were lovely and many of the other diners started making conversation with us. In fact one of the diners was some kind of TV show celebrity - complete with small dog in a carry bag. Charley plucked up her courage and asked to pat the dog. It was a great dinner and a fitting last night.
Back to the hotel at a reasonable hour (LA time) for ...
... the Sunrise, was nothing to write home about....... Perhaps it is something to write home about - to tell the folks at home not to stay there! It was very tired, but seemingly without bedbugs! We set out for a walk early in the morning and found quite a nice place to have a coffee, then made our way back to the hotel and caught the shuttle to the cruise port to start on the next phase of our journey- the cruise through the Panama ...
... got back on the bus to go back. We passed the street where Marilyn Monroe died in her house, a very modest, one-story abode.
We had hot dogs on the Santa Monica pier for lunch, which was pretty perfect. Laura was wearing a white poncho, and she said "she believed in herself", therefore she wouldn't spill on herself. She didn't...I however, did.
We got back on the bus and got off at another stop closer to the Beverly Centre. I really enjoyed the hop-on ...
... early 1900s themed for Peter Pan, Sleeping Beauty and Snow White. Adventureland is more jungle-like for Indiana Jones, New Orleans Square has coloured strings of beads and feather boas fashionably hung on the facades of the shops (and a huge masquerade mask to greet you), Frontierland and the futuristic Tomorrowland. We had heard before we entered that you needed a full day in each land to properly visit them. As we were in off-peak season, and ...
... me, while I shove my feet into his abdomen, and flip him over my body and onto his back behind me. I jump up, run out the door, and take one last look back. He’s lying on the floor with a shocked look on his face.
I switch back to the present, and am confident that I have an easy victim -- no need to use judo, knee him in the groin, or pull his eye out. Instead, I grab the twerp’s shoulders; toss him aside, and rush back to my office.