So! Here I am in LA.

I had this post all written out (in my head) about the Lamy, New Mexico, train station, where we departed, and the Los Angeles train station, where we arrived, and how different they are . . . instead I'll just show you a picture.

Lamy:



Los Angeles:



I have all kinds of thoughts on these. On how Lamy seems frozen in time, somewhere between the 1880s and, maybe, the 1940s. And LA is, well, LA. Nothing more modern, for better or worse. Lamy - no process. Everything individual, personal, inefficient (but friendly!). LA - all process. Total efficiency. Totally impersonal. But speedy! (And with palm trees!)

So, you know. Expand and fill in. Add a little humor. There! We're done with that post.

In the meantime, here's some things we've done:

Took the girls to this place , where they designed their own shirts, decorated them, and we paid a million dollars and went on our way.

We went to the beach:



and my girls actually swam in the water. One seems to be impervious to cold, so splashing in a cold ocean actually seems fun to her. Even when I lived here and went to the beach, I never actually went in the water. Looked like fun, if freezing.

That also meant we had to go here:



We went here and saw both a new movie, plus a live Disney-character show:



And that was just Day One!

(Just kidding of course.)

We've also, most importantly, seen friends, and family.

I feel liked I was asked, before we came here, "what will you do there?" I can't place now who asked me that, or whether it was just something I thought people might ask.

I do know this list doesn't scratch the surface of what we've done, and neither come close to the limitless possibilities that could be done.

Like life, I suppose. I guess this city is like life. Like any city. Gosh, am I up too late, or what?