And so it begins. Turbulation ( as Angela has coined the phenomenon) carried us westward to DFW, a bourbon and soda took us the rest of the way to the tired, weird-smelling, space-agey LAX. Considerably smoother for a couple of reasons.
After seemingly interminable lines and waits, we procured our ride. Ladies and gentlemen, meet our Jeep, HiHoSilver. Pepper and eucalyptus trees towered above, between us and the deep blue sky, filling our nostrils with favorite smells and mom's head with favorite memories.
Wind-whipped, traffic-bewildered, road-weary, we arrived, eventually, at this sight:
A little stroll through La Jolla on our way to dinner. Walls here are fairly dripping with nasturtiums, succulents, sweet peas. Agapanthus and Bougainvillea astound us. And then there are the awesome cars.
Dinner at Whisknladle was especially satisfying for two gals who had only had a banana and some almonds since our early morning rising. A summer salad with fresh roasted corn, grapefruit, hearts of palm, arugula, a flatbread with gruyere, pancetta, beet greens and chili flakes. We did also find it necessary to indulge in sharing a dark Valrhona pot de creme with salted cinnamon caramel and cute little squares of coconut macaroon shortbread served alongside. Yes. Necessary.
There's a fireplace by the pool, so the day was nicely wrapped here, nightcaps in hand.