Woke to blue skies and a suspicious glow in the sky. Saddened the boys that driving down 101 with the top down was not going to happen because luggage in the trunk meant the top couldn't be put down, and set off. Pismo Beach reminded us of the Jersey Shore, but with palm trees. Once past the sprawl of Santa Maria, the countryside turned lovely. Rolling hills topping up to craggy ridges, grazing cattle, peeks at vineyards. We followed 101 back to the sea and gave the boys a drive through Santa Barbara, a place Larry and I had enjoyed many years ago. We'd love to return to explore the Santa Ynez and Santa Barbara areas in depth.
We got off the road in Agoura Hills to see the Teradyne building where Larry dissapears to every month or so, and had lunch with awesome sweet potato fries in a deli near the office. I continued success with my goal of having avocado or salsa at every meal.
My camera's batteries failed me yesterday, so no photos of the morning!
We decided that since we'd be going right past the Getty Museum off the 405, we'd stop in. Forked over our $10 for parking, and rode the tram up the hill. What a gorgeous place, with the pale travertine stone against blue sky.
We didn't want to overburden the boys with too much culture (insert eyeroll here) se we kept the visit brief. We all liked the photography galleries, I was disappointed to see very few paintings from Flemish artists beyond Rembrandt, and we did a fast walk through European paintings. It's not an extensive collection by any means, but makes for easier viewing because your eye doesn't get overwhelmed. We loved the gardens, and the water elements in the designs. I think the building, grounds, gardens and view are what makes the place special.
Dan wanted to see Beverly Hills, so we indulged him and endured some horrific traffic on Wilshire. The boys were very amused by the huge, flashy houses and the firmly closed gates. We briefly joked about buying a "star map" being sold from some guy at the side of the road, but decided, eh, who needs to see thier gates. People-watching on Rodeo Drive was good for a few minutes.
Spent more time fighting traffic, and finally made it to Santa Monica. Checked into the Doubletree, admired our view of the 10, and relaxed a bit. Walked over to a small Mexican restaurant (which hit all my "good Mexican food" buttons with good smells, vinyl tablecloths, cheerfully garish decor and a woman in the kitchen) It was Oaxacan, and had five different moles on the menu. Yummy mole negro for me, mole tamarino for Larry, fajitas for Dan and a tacos for Evan. All delicious, and reasonably priced. El Texate, 316 Pico Blvd.