Confession

I have a confession to make.  Even though I've traveled many times through different countries, I have never driven further than San Francisco by myself.  I was pretty surprised that I made it to LA yesterday especially after being disgustingly sick for four days.  But, hey, I made it!

My first stop in LA was to meet with my long-lost Uncle Craig.  I'm not lying.  Our family hadn't heard from him in about 10 years so I was clearly surprised when he agreed to get a coffee with me.  In my last year of college, I had to do a project about a rumor or disputed fact within my family.  My mum had been holding on to a cassette tape of the life story of my great-grandpa Alejandro Murga in his own words and she refused to play it for fear of not only what was/wasn't on it but also that she would break the cassette.  Long story short, we listened to it and I had a great historical fiction-type story to present to my final Spanish literature class.  The whole time I did this I felt as if I were missing one piece - my Uncle Craig.  The meeting went well but only lasted about 1 1/2 hours.  I went in with no expectations but afterwards I felt as if I had made a connection that I had missed for a large part of my life.

I went straight from there to my Grandma Dorothy's to visit and have dinner with her and her long-time, great friend Kathy.  Afterwards I rushed over to my Grandma Lee Ann and Grandpa Bill's house because I was summoned with a phone call saying that I was too late and was going to be locked out!  Oh the joys of having a 10pm curfew...

Today I continued my long distance driving skills and arrived in San Diego to spend time being as weird as possible with Miss Josephine Kasper.  Jo and I lived together for our sophomore year of college and have continued to be close ever since...it was inevitable that I would come see her here where she's studying for her MFT at Alliant University.  For as many times as I've been to LA in my life, I've never been to San Diego.  It's perfect weather and, even though I'm here until Monday morning, we already made sure to drink a couple beers on "PB" (New Orleans/Santa Cruz-esque area where all the young people hang out and strut their stuff like peacocks), and sssssSSSSHHHOOOPPPPPP!  Ok, it wasn't as exciting as my font shows but we did pick up a couple outfits for our shenanigans that will occur this weekend.

Sorry for the more boring update but it's hard to be motivated while you're sitting in a bathing suit watching a Bravo show about a millionaire matchmaker...

Pictures to come!