Aunty Christ and Californblogation, part II

Please see Rich Bachelor’s take on the trip, if you find yourself wanting more hot vacation-description action. Or even if not. He is wonderful.

Also, it occurs to me that I should have stuck this somewhere in my last post:

It’s been a long- and firmly held belief of mine that people everywhere, no matter how much you revile them or how much you wish to idealize them, are pretty much the same horrible (or wonderful, if you’re into that kind of thing) people. So, honestly, the people in California are not that much better—or worse—than the people in Saskatoon or Florida or Myanmar or ancient Greece or Dust Bowl-era Oklahoma or any other people anywhere, at any time. It is also true, however, that, throughout history and across the world, tourists are hateful, vile creatures to be avoided at all costs. That goes for Rich and me as well as anyone we encountered on our journeys, and probably accounts for 90% of the horror that accompanied dinnertime in California, and definitely gives pause as I consider other trips I might like to take in the near, or even not-so-near future.

Thanks.