Gluten Free in the City of Angels
Albuquerque was dark and well below freezing when we boarded the plane to LAX. Two and a half hours later we were strolling the Santa Monica farmer's market in the morning sun, inhaling the ocean air, our winter jackets abandoned, tossed in the back seat of the rental car. It was lovely if not surreal.
Luckily, in Los Angeles I had more choices than rice cakes.
|Our apartment view, the local surf report and Venice Beach.|
We shopped at Wasteland on Melrose [both of us snagging several Diesel and LA designer bargains], sipped Jamba Juice, walked Venice Beach, talked about [Colin's] music, my impending artistic choices, movies we loved (and hated) this year. Not to mention, the various ironies and synchronicities of life.