|My love for this red head is the reason I went on this trip|
She decided to take a course at one of the top curly hair schools in the nation, Devachan. Since she didn't know anyone else attending the course, Daddy decided she needed an escort, so he signed me up for the trip. I wasn't very pleased. I really dislike big cities. I mean, really dislike. And I have a terrible sense of direction. Matt assured me that even though the whole thing was out of my comfort zone, it would be a good, stretching experience for me and he said, "You might even have fun."
Grace paid for the course and our plane tickets two weeks before we were to depart. I panicked. I was now locked into the trip. I sent a text to my friend, the one I've had since kindergarten. "Want to go to LA with me in two weeks?" It's just me. Your steady, non-adventurous friend. I'm having a mid-life crisis. Thought I'd have one in LA. Wanna go with?
|Partners in crime|
So we boarded that plane two weeks later. It was an adventure, to be sure. Cab rides, navigating the bus and train systems and even taking our first ever Uber ride. After we dropped Grace off at the school each morning, Julie and I had the run of the town. Or something like that. Really, we were two middle-aged ladies with small town roots trying give the second biggest city in America our best shot.
|Grace's first day at Devachan|
|That's quite the fancy head piece|
|The central pool of the Getty Villa|
|Silver idol worship stuff|
|Nero's mommy--her nose was obviously out of joint|
|Diamonds are a girls best friend, I guess|
|Grace with Cal Ellis, Devacurl's technical training manager|
|This is why it was a good idea I wasn't home. Mama gets more organized before she starts painting. Wall on left freshly painted, old sponge painting on right wall.|
New York state of mind and I'm happy to keep my little town blues. Maybe it's time for Daddy to have a stretching experience.
And because this was one of the highlights of the trip for me. . . .
This man put his dog in this bag so that he could ride the Metrolink (train). The rule is, "pets must be in a small pet carrier." This dog was big. I watched the guy fold his dog up, put him in the bag, ride the train and then get off. The dog seemed perfectly at ease, I asked the man about his dog. He said that he had read that people in NY who ride the subway recommend this way of carrying large dogs.