Hotels California

This final update comes from LAX. We have spent the last three days driving down the slow coast road from San Francisco to Los Angeles, along the Big Sur, and through many small coastal towns. I tried to update the blog on the way but discovered it contained no more room for photos, which threw a spanner in the works. Up until now, our blog has always acted as a journal explaining our photos for future reference.  So how to finish this blog without pictures? Do I try to explain the last few days, of staying at hotels in Santa Cruz, Morro Bay and Santa Barbara? Do I try to explain where we ate or what we saw? Do I try to describe watching the sun disappear behind the coast in the middle of nowhere or walking down the track at Rincon to watch perfect small waves break along the coast? If I were to try, it would not do our memories justice.

So how to finish?

We began three weeks ago and have only tasted the edges of a huge continent. We missed a 'Super-Storm' by a few days but still managed to watch a president get re-elected. We had snowball fights in November and visited some of the most amazing art galleries in the world. We explored the boundaries of the city that never sleeps, but saw many who try, in doorways and under makeshift shelters. We saw a leg-less man crawl though a subway train on his ass, using his hands as feet. We meet a beautiful old women who took an interest in us in a place we least expected. In short, we experienced things we never have before, and been reminded of how lucky we are, which is of course the point.