Hi, California. Did you miss us?!
In these three, short weeks, we've managed to scrape together as much of what I love about LA as possible: Dates. Western food. Beach trips. Jacuzzi nights. Sunshine with no humidity. And a museum trip, for good measure.
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| Roscoe's! |
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| Getty Museum visit |
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| He's a kappa dee! |
The first leg of this journey is in a few hours—LAX>SFO—and then we're off to Korea for round two. We've cleaned. We've packed. We've said our goodbyes. Cross your fingers for us! x
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| Cat burrito |
Needless to say, the accident changed our plans considerably. Instead of spending the summer hiking through forests and lounging on beaches, we made our way to Norfolk, England, to lick our wounds and recover from the thrashing. First time meeting the parents/family after a major accident? Sure.
We spent the first month being 80 years old, taking daily naps and rarely leaving the house, except for the occasional doctor appointment.
But after the recovery period, we ventured out and took advantage of everything England had to offer.
Castles? Check.
English breakfast? Check.
Beers in a park? Check.
Football match? OBVIOUSLY. ...even if it wasn't Man United.
And. I have a new obsession. Give me English tea. With. Milk.
Okay, I lied. Two obsessions. Why can't America have more cider??
We were just getting into a routine in Bali. We were about to pay for our apartment. I had started a hot yoga class. We even had a favorite restaurant!
Then, on the last weekend of May, our motorbike and a taxi collided in the early morning hours, leaving the boyfriend and I to become reallllyyy close with the road.
