Other things that were good about this trip:
(My, my, aren't I just a ray of sunshine!!)
Direct flights. Two of 'em. Oh, baby!
Beautiful, fabulous, apparently-crazy-to-spend-time-in-the-car-for-me!-little-old-me! friends. With an adorable child. Which in no way stimulates my as-yet nonexistent babyhunger, but it's nice to see that they can be ridiculously, absurdly, cute In Person!
Bacon! (Only allowed on trips.)
A rediscovery of my love of putt-putt.
The PCH (Pacific Coastal Highway). Mountains hither, ocean yon, and you in between. Spectacular.
This is in no way indicative of California in particular, but the delivery of food direct to your hotel room was an awesome invention.
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