Buckle in folks, this is might be a long one.
A month ago on a whim, I booked myself a solo trip down to Santa Monica. It was completely spontaneous and although it felt a bit weird to plan a trip by myself, I must admit that I was kind of looking forward to it. I wasn’t planning on going with any sort of agenda and was thinking that I’d just see where the weekend took me.
Except really this is me we’re taking about; so the day before I left I did some travel related research and planned out my two days. Keeping up with the theme of the trip on Saturday morning I made the decision to pushed back my returning flight to accommodate my ever-growing itinerary and I didn’t look back.
I arrive in LAX and immediately took off for the Pacific Palisades and more specifically, The Getty Villa so that I could make my afternoon tea reservations. After a slight detour to THE Estate Sale that will forever top all Estate Sales, I mean come on, it was held on their tennis court for goodness sake! I made to tea with plenty of time to spare.
Since I was apparently the only one to be dining solo I was greeted by name by the maitre d’ and seated in the middle of the room, by myself. Which was okay. See, I recently read this post about why there’s really isn’t a reason for you to feel self-conscious in public since you’re never going to see those people again and I was really trying to embrace that.
More about tea in another post but suffice to say, it was SO GOOD!
After wandering around The Villa for a bit I took off for my home-away-from-home and The Caboose was as darling in person as it was in pictures; a unique mix of kitschy and vintage decor and it was all mine for the night.
The next morning was nothing but blue skies and that suited me just fine. I was planning on spending the rest of the trip exploring Santa Monica Pier and all the shopping the downtown had to offer and I was looking forward to some gorgeous So. Cal. weather.
I made sure to stop off a a few bakeries, the Sunday Farmer’s Market and a coffee shop to get some coffee beans for The Husband and by the time I got to the Pier my feet were killing me and the place was packed. I made sure to stop off and get myself a turkey dog from the very first, Corn Dog on a Stick and even squeezed in a spin or two on the carousel but that was about all I could do in the crush of people.
By the time I boarded the plane to go home I was tuckered out but happy. My weekend was every single bit the adventure that I had hoped it would be and who knows, maybe this solo travel thing might become a yearly event for me. I heard Catalina Island is a pretty neat place to visit.
P.S. Is it really obvious that I just figured out how to make collages?