This is my fourth day in California, after spending a few days in Aspen for business. It's been wonderful to catch up with family and relax.
Okay, I have to admit, after walking around on the beach and then through the streets of Santa Monica, the warm weather and sunshine has gotten through my hardened exterior. I can see why people love California.
And why not. Life is nice here. This is where, in Of Mice and Men, one 'lives off the fat of the land'. It feels abundant. Palm trees line the streets, looking very surreal. After a long walk down the beach amidst the volleyball games, I now resemble a bright tomato and am loathe to leave.
I talked to a cousin who lived in San Fransisco for several years. He was asking whether I preferred LA, SF or NYC.
'New York, hands down,' I said, without reflection.
'Okay, so between LA and SF?' he asked.
'Hm...I guess San Fransisco.'
He picked up on my hesitation. 'What do you not like about San Fransisco? Is it the weather?'
'Oh, is it because it's too small?'
'Well, it's too damned clean'.
All the cute buildings look like they've been painted yesterday, and that arouses my suspicion (for whatever weirdo reason I have). I prefer a place a little more lived in, with some wear and tear. I guess grime to me is a symbol of urban authenticity.
Tonight, I take the red eye back to New York and land around 6 am. I don't mind sleeping on planes, and I can bounce back pretty readily.
We'll see how I am tomorrow afternoon. I'm sure I won't be so chipper!