Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Going back a little bit...

There are a few details that I failed to mention along the way... you'll probably say, "what happened to all of those days in between?" Well, after our stay at Park City, we were informed that there was a storm that would be on our heels. It wasn't that I didn't want to keep you informed, it was more that my sleep, from long driving days, was valued. Also, that I was too busy enjoying a lot of pavement, NPR, crossword puzzles, napping, and taking snap shots.

Back to L.A.
On our last day in LA (Super"lame"bowl Sunday), Elliott took us for a tour of Hollywood, Beverly Hills, Sunset Blvd, Rodeo Drive, and more before heading to the supermarket to get wings and things for the Patriot-less Superbowl.
Here are some pictures:


In the hills

Beauty through the smog

Back to San Jose:
Monday morning, February 5th, Elliott was kind enough to drive us back to LAX for an 8 o'clock flight to San Jose, CA. This meant leaving early. 6:15 early. The problem wasn't making the 15-20 minute drive to the airport, it was leaving early enough so that Elliott could make it to work for 9 ish. Normally he has about a 15 minute drive to work, but coming from LAX on a Monday morning would not be his normal commute. He saved us about $40.

The flight to San Jose was delayed about 1 hour. No big deal. When we arrived, we took a bus to meet Meredith at her train from San Francisco. From there we took a cab to the suburbs of San Jose to pick up the car at Augie's uncle's house. We had a few hours before we had to drop off Meredith at the airport for the end of her weekend in San Francisco, so we drove the beemer to downtown San Jose for lunch and mild sightseeing.

Here are some pictures:


From plane to San Jose

Quetzalcoatl: Plumed Serpent
aka: poop sculpture

Police horse on coffee break

Naked, brass, woman sculpture

More to come!!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nice pictures !

Unknown said...

great pics... and your comments on the "lameo"bowl are sooo true

Anonymous said...

i like your pile of poop, truely artistic.