Once in Los Angeles I caught the free shuttle from the airport to the Transit Bus Terminal and then caught the Big Blue Bus to Santa Monica. I loved that it only cost one dollar. I checked in to the local hostel just a couple blocks from the beach. I had a great large room with ensuite bath. I got settled, placed my items in the locker and then headed out. It was such a glorious day with bright blue skies, sunshine and warm temperatures. It was precisely what I needed after a very rainy December in the Bay Area.
I walked down to the Pier and visited the shops and took in the sites. I captured some photographs of the beach and just inhaled the salty sea air which flowed through my body like a wave of blissful energy. I stopped at Pier Burger for lunch and had a divine cheeseburger and French fries that reminded me of In-N-Out burger. I continued walking down the Pier and listened to music from musicians playing their tunes. I found a bench overlooking the sea and I sat there and just relaxed. It was pure bliss as I watched the world go by.
After resting for a while I walked back towards Ocean Avenue. I stopped to visit a psychic who had set up shop on the Pier. The sign read $1.00/minute. I handed over the $7.00 I had in my wallet and said I wanted to know about the two men in my life, my Love and Grant, and my health issues with my back. She told me there was no need to decide on the men immediately and that there was actually a third man coming into my life. I thought, “Oh joy! Just what I need, another one.” She suggested acupuncture for my back and at that point I was up for anything since I hadn’t found relief from what I had tried so far.
As the day carried on, my back began to stiffen up and became sore. I strolled along the Third Street Promenade, the most popular shopping area in downtown Santa Monica. I was determined to find my new journal for 2013. I have kept a written journal since high school, and it was always a fun experience to purchase a new one each year. It had to be something special, something that would call to me. I ended up in Barnes & Noble and found a purple leather bound journal with a hummingbird and floral décor on the cover. It seemed appropriate as it reminded me of London and the Hummingbird Bakery.
Through the stroll around Santa Monica I kept seeing signs that reminded me of England, and I felt confused because that was where my Love was living at the time, but it was also where Grant was from. So where were the signs pointing? I had no clue. After leaving Barnes & Noble I strolled down to Palisades Park overlooking the ocean to watch the sunset. It was truly spectacular and I captured some beautiful photographs. By this point however, my back was throbbing and I just wanted to lie down, so I headed back to my room at the hostel. I surfed the internet for a little while and went to sleep at 8:30pm.