The closer we came to Los Angeles the smoggier and foggier it became. Papa said, “They are worried about insects coming in on produce but the pollution is so thick you can’t even breathe.” 😂 Then there’s the traffic! Yikes! Three lanes soon became four and then five, six, seven and sometimes eight – southbound and northbound lanes all completely full of vehicles. Cars are bobbing and weaving, and weaving and bobbing. Mimi realized during today’s drive that she and Papa are completely out of sync using our brake leg to slow down. I push mine long before he begins to actually press the brake. ☺️ All kidding aside, he maneuvered that RV masterfully in all that traffic.
Even when we missed the exit because we couldn’t see where it was due to construction. We got off the wrong road and that completely confused Miss GPS. She was recalculating and recalculating and Papa becoming pretty irritated with her confusion. When we finally made our way to the right route we discovered it was nearly impossible to find a parking space down by the Santa Monica Pier. We drove around and around, up the street and then down, until we came upon a public parking lot. We pulled in and Mimi walked to get a parking ticket. It was a bit surprising to see that to park the RV was going to be $60.00! It didn’t take us long to decide that we weren’t going to pay that for a stamp. So, no Santa Monica stamp for us. That will have to wait for another time when we have a smaller vehicle.
We continued on to San Clemente! Our final destination for the wedding. The hotel let us know that parking was limited behind the hotel for the RV and it was a “first come, first serve” type of deal. They also said it fills up fast. We’d been praying the Lord would save us a place – and He did! There was a spot right behind the hotel and next to the door that went right to our room down the hall. It was perfect.
We ate lunch in the RV and then brought a few of our things into the room. This is when Mimi realized she didn’t bring any nice sandals to wear to the wedding. Whoops. 😬 Then Mimi suggested to Papa that we go for a walk down to the ocean. Mimi’s been waiting for a long time to see the Pacific Ocean! We asked the clerk at the front desk and he gave us direction on the best way to go.
We walked and walked and walked until we came across a mail carrier who assured us we were almost there. And then, we finally were. When we left the hotel it was overcast and a cool 70 out. We found the ocean and Mimi put her feet in but that’s the only part of her body that will enter the cool waters.
As Papa and Mimi walked along the beautiful shores of the ocean Papa said, “We should check and see if there is a shoe store within walking distance around here.” So, Mimi got her phone out to check and found one that was 1.3 miles away. Easy-peasy, Mimi thought to herself. She and Papa walk a mile at home with no problem. Off we headed, down the San Clemente Beach Trail to find the shoe store on Del Mar. Walking in sand is exhausting, even if it is cool out. When the GPS told us to turn right, we turned right. When she told us to turn left, we did that, too. As we crossed road after road … the sun came out. Did I mention we were walking up steep hills? We also didn’t think to bring any water with us because, remember, it was cloudy and cool when we left? And we also didn’t think we’d be gone long.
Then Papa put doubt in Mimi when he said, “Are you sure you didn’t bring your shoes? Because, if we walk all this way and then get back to the RV and find you did – it might not end well.” 😂 That’s when Mimi said, “Let’s just wait until tomorrow for the shoes.” So we asked GPS to recalculate and take us back to the hotel. 45 minutes later we were walking into the room and plopping down on the bed for a moment of rest. The good news is, Mimi was able to get over 10,000 steps in!
The night was spent relaxing in the hotel room. We’re excited to celebrate with Rachel and Phoenix tomorrow as they say, “I do.” We feel tremendously blessed to be able to be here for their big day.
We do, however, love and miss you,
Papa and Mimi