DO NOT BE AFRAID LOST - This is a great opportunity to meet good people Margot, England from Las Vegas, I returned to Los Angeles and spent 3 days in his suburban town of Santa Monica. During this time I prepared for the next part of his journey - a weekly trip to the west coast of California on route number 1. I wanted to go this route since the last time visited America. Santa Monica was a very pleasant town. There I visited the Getty Museum and stroll along the beach Venice Beach, which reminded me of Camden Town (district in north London, ca. Perevi.). My hotel was right next to the beach, but during my visit, the weather completely deteriorated: the sun disappeared, and the gray clouds occupy the entire sky. However, I had only to hire a car and hit the road, as the California sun was not slow to appear. My journey is not exactly hurt. Once I got used to drive on "wrong" side of the road and left the crazy drivers in Los Angeles behind, I went to the first paragraph of his trip - the city of Santa Barbara. By the way, I stopped in Malibu (which stretches along the Pacific coast by 27 miles) to drink coffee in the restaurant, Starbucks, which must often zahazhivayut different celebrities. But I was not lucky, I have not met the singer Cher (she at that time played in Vegas), or Angelina and Barbara, who usually drink coffee here, comfortably ensconced in their seats. Although sorry, could have made a perfect shot. Santa Monica, I was glad that once again somewhere to eat. I was in such moments is a sense of freedom. By the way, I listened to some good radio stations that broadcast music in country style and an amazing jazz. However, no card, which I enjoyed, nor the guidebook publisher "Lonely Planet" did not give clear information where to go, when I rode in a given city. Back in Santa Barbara, I chose hotels, which will be staying during the trip, but a detailed map of the city I was not. So after hours of driving in circles in a vain attempt to find the right house, and after I have sent quite the wrong side of some obliging young man (I felt that something was wrong, but I still believed him), I stopped one of the streets. I literally jumped out of the car and asked with restrained resentment in his voice the first that fell walker: "Excuse me, could you help me? I got lost and nobody can tell me where to go! "Malibu and Santa Barbara," Calm down, dear! I'll tell you the way, wherever you are heading! "- Followed by a response from a woman who was looking for was 50. She had dark blue eyes, and her name was Michelle. She lived in southern California and was, as I normally expressed, hippy at heart. We immediately found common language. She quietly dispelled my concern and offered to go with me and show the road. Thank God, I'm not mad. Just since been published as my guide, here to build an enormous parking lot, just at the intersection of the past which I had to pass. Michelle showed me how to miss, and in the end, we are our my hotel. I took her back to her car, but since it was already dark, she insisted that I went behind her to my hotel, to be sure that I did not lose. Once we got to the hotel, I insisted that together we drank some wine and ate cheese and biscuits and grapes (I think this is the only product that I eat lately). In general, the remainder of the evening we spent in conversation, until in the evening poldvenadtsatogo owner of the hotel is not very politely asked her to leave. We said goodbye, Michelle looked for something in his car and gave me a small gift - a small figure of a deity, made of stone aventurine, which symbolizes self-expression and communication. I was touched by this gift and, of course, will continue to talk to Michelle. I guess I'm very lucky that I met this wonderful woman. It was a simple accident, which so often gets to share the traveler. Read more: See also: United States invented the place where the greatest concentration of natural stone arches foot of wonderful places in North America, two cities, two worlds - the feel good island of contrasts cute and friendly, in which he lives twelve million gambling oasis in the desert beaches of Florida's Magic Wild America - The bears and geysers
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