Not that I haven't ever not gotten out of the 101 alive. At least I think I always have.
Perhaps I'm Dead & I Don't Know It. And this is Life After Death.
I haven't told you our destination.
We may, or may not be going to San Francisco.
At this point, we're tantalizingly close. I look to the billboards for guidance.
'Point of Your Summer'. Yes, that's a good one. Coming from the Southern Hemisphere, I am not officially in Summer. The supposedly hot weather I am experiencing is merely a hiatus. And as I've already said, ever since I sat in that Arctic Theatre watching 'Harry Potter' last week, I have been Chilled to the Bone. Plus Marge insists on having the air conditioner in the car turned up full blast with a fearful wind blowing. I say nothing because I'm Grateful to be driven around.
And then I see a whole lot fish reminding me that I'm going back to school. Yes, v. soon. But I've still got more of the 101 to see.
Occasionally we take a detour even if we don't want to. Like the Blog, the trip seems to have a mind of it's own.
Interestingly, every time we got off the 101, it was Large Vegetables.
I'm sure the World of Garlic is fascinating & complex. But we didn't stop to find out.
We drove on in search of some Golden Arches.
Pourquoi, you may ask?
Since I can't have a latte from 'Zinc', I adapt. I have a Non-Fat Iced Latte with two servings of Sugar-Free Vanilla Syrup & loads of ice. Both 'Starbucks' & 'McDonalds' serve this. I'm sure the massive amounts of chemicals from the syrup are coursing around my veins causing mayhem, but what the hell. Why not live a little?
We see a pair of Golden Arches in the distance & immediately take a right. We find ourselves in Castroville, the Artichoke Capital of the World. At first I thought the sign said 'Gastroville', which sounded unappealing. And then we spied this Large Artichoke, which looked unappealing. For a mere three bucks we could have a whole mess of Deep Fried Artichokes.
No thanks, we'll take McDonalds.
Sadly, the Golden Arches in the distance were a Mirage. That's what the 101 does to you.