Merry Christmas Eve!
It’s day 7 of my journey across the country to the West Coast in search of my dream to attend culinary school.
I’ve driven 3,300 miles, conquered 15 states, and cased endless amounts of Juicy-Juice boxes.
Sure, you take one sip and your done, but these little guys got me through some rough times.
First time touching the Pacific Coast right there!
Seconds later, these Pacific waves knocked me over, leaving me drenched in salty water for the day.
And I loved everything single second of it.
‘Cause I’m in California, baby!
Wednesday night around 6:00 pm (Pacific time) we crossed the border of Arizona into California after traveling through some crazy sporadic weather.
Travel Tip: If you ever decide to travel Interstate 40 through the Mojave Desert, avoid the town of Ludlow, unless you’re into Texas Chain Saw Massacre shenanigans.
We’ve been in Marina Del Rey just outside of Los Angeles for two days now, and I’m in love.
California truly is a magical place.
I’m never coming back!
Next on the agenda: Driving up Route 1 to Stinson Beach to spend Christmas/my birthday at Chance’s Aunt’s home, and finally checking out culinary schools!