Redondo

Last night, after flying to the center of the Empire and back, we descended into the cradle of humanity (or so it seems), Los Angeles, for the first overnight of a four day trip. The hotel van was waiting; twenty minutes later... Redondo Beach, California. Oh, yeah! This place is another one of my favorite destinations on the airline's route structure. Anyone who says that they would never pay the inflated housing prices of So-Cal (possibly) has never been to Redondo Beach. If I had a spare million bucks, I would not hesitate one second.

There is something about this place that is, for the lack of a better word, exotic. So that I accomplish the most in the time allotted, I do not sleep late. The first stop is The Coffee Bean, and then down to the beach for a run along the surf line before the crowds arrive. The ocean smells wonderful in the morning, as in salty and cool. At the two mile mark, I enjoy sitting on the wet sand and watching the surfers for an hour. The sound of the surf is mesmerizing.

After retrieving my gym clothes, I walk three miles inland along the Pacific Coast Highway to a large commercial gym where the big boys/girls work out. I am one of the few pencil necks on the weight room floor. Holy Moly! Amazing physiques crafted from years of lifting heavy iron. I think I'll leave my top on today...

Back to the hotel for a nap before leaving paradise for points east.