Our California Trip part III, or How Walt cried when he saw the Pacific Ocean

5 Jun

Funny thing about our child. Long plane ride? Fine. Staying up til all hours of the day and night? OK. Seeing a beautiful ocean? Tears of despair.

Our hotel was right next to the Santa Monica Pier.

Estimating whether we could make it to the beach before lunch.

No baby, I’m not trying to torture you. Most people love the beach.

Showing Walter what “ocean” and “horizon” and “waves” are. Before we dipped his toes in, of course.


Meeting up with old friends.

Mama’s happy to be near the ocean!

No, not some peaceful, enlightening experience. True and utter horror.

David got the flu too. The tissues made an entrance into our family photos!

You can’t even tell that a bird just pooped on me.

And then we helped Uncle Frank and Aunt Margaret pack for their cross country move. Residency in NJ!

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Breakfast on the Promenade before the plane ride home. Much bigger plane this time. We were so much more comfortable, and all of us took a long nap together (sweet memories). Delicious ending to a wonderful trip. When are we going back? Walt told me he’s desperate to see San Francisco and experience wine country!


2 Responses to “Our California Trip part III, or How Walt cried when he saw the Pacific Ocean”

  1. MC June 6, 2013 at 1:28 pm #

    Hey, I nominated you for the One Lovely Blog award. You can find all the details on my blog http://pearlsdiamondsandeverythingelse.wordpress.com 🙂

    • mamajohnston June 6, 2013 at 3:28 pm #

      Thank you so much! I read your blog post about it, but do you know where the award comes from?

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