I spent a few days in Santa Monica this week, having flown to L.A. for a meeting. Spending time in Santa Monica without a car (but close to the ocean, and with a beautiful view from my 11th floor hotel room) is a good reminder of why so many people love southern CA. The natural beauty really is stunning, and the weather, while cool, was mostly sunny and bearable. To get to the airport Tuesday morning I had to drive through a snowstorm, which closed one of the roads I usually take, requiring backtracking and lots of extra time. And not having a car, walking everyplace, meant not having to deal with L.A. traffic, which was a definite plus.
On the other hand, I tried to go see The Wrestler, only to discover that a gas leak had closed the entire city block the movie theater was on. I ended up hoofing it back to the 3rd St. Promenade and catching Taken instead, which is suspenseful and well made, as long as you don't think too hard.
I came home to a house in which the furnace has broken down, and our usual handyman is MIA. So it gets a bit chilly inside, requiring fires in the wood stoves. There are worse things, though. Today is Valentine's Day, and Arizona Statehood Day, and we made a trip into town to run some errands, saw some friends, and generally are having a peaceful and pleasant day.
No ocean views. But our mountains are out there, and that's good enough for me.