All by myself. I drove a car (not a minivan) to
L.A..
I visited a museum that my family would tolerate but I loved. I
teared up in while touring the photography exhibit and I didn't have to
defend myself to anyone or judge them for not being affected as I was.
I
got sick. I deviated from my plan.
I got lost. I drove around a lot. I
chose to look at it as a driving tour of L.A. because I accidentally saw
a lot of interesting places.
I ate Mediterranean food. Yum!
I slept in a
hotel room all alone. I woke up every hour during the night. Miserable.
I
visited The Grove a.k.a Disneyland for those in need of retail therapy. Seriously, music in the
streets and a trolley to boot. I wandered around shops. I gasped at
price tags. I bought cute clothes (across the street.)
I perused a book
store that had a one eyed cat sleeping on the counter. Reminded me of
our local airport.
The Getty Museum
I took my time. It was very quiet. I
don't think it suits me. I had fun. I did a lot of things I've never
done before and learned a lot about myself.
