America by car, part 10/10 - Heading back to LA

On Friday we spent the night in Santa Maria , which we chose for our final drive - heading (back) to Los Angeles, for one serious reason - SHOPPING. Here the girls spotted their TJ Maxxx.

Saturday, May 9, 2009 was actually our last full day in the states. Luckily, it was also the last day of the shopping frenzy ... In the morning, we went very smoothly in the shopping center and punctually at 2 p.m. - as we had previously assumed (i.e. we gently forced on girls who could do shopping like this for the rest of their lives) - we set off towards Los Angeles, specifically to the spot we had chosen almost two weeks earlier - Santa Monica .

It was the last 170 miles on the road - quite nice road, in beautiful scenery (partly along the beaches) - first along their Interstate, then along a scenic mountain road, back to the coast. In the elite Malibu , we made a lunch on the beach - delicious sushi cut into the landscape known from the series "Baywatch - Sunny Patrol" (next to it, Pamela in an orange suit was running everywhere). Only the girls complained a bit when it was cold (for them it is probably not warm enough even at 30 degrees Celsius ...), so we did not extend our lunch and we went to Santa Monica. Leaving Malibu, we had a second traffic jam during our trip (the first one was on the way from Vegas to Hoover's Dam - about 45 minutes) - we rolled slowly all the way to the great beaches in Santa Monica.

We logged in right in the center - on the promenade, almost overlooking the sea. Unfortunately, at the same time, it was the most expensive accommodation in the whole event - $ 137 after negotiations. However, this is nothing, because it was supposed to be (and was) - the last night - so we decided to go crazy!
We packed our stuff, went to the pier and let the atmosphere carry us away. In an amusement park arranged on a pier, we got a taste of the roller-coaster (I guess that's what you say?) And the elevator launched upwards. We were also supposed to taste the Budweiser, but as soon as I fired it - despite the black foil bag - a huge black policewoman appeared from nowhere and took me to the trash with it. After a hearty dinner in the restaurant on the pier, a walk, we went to a well-deserved rest.

It's been a pleasure ... after two weeks in the states - we are losing our native language ... Of course, this is not what Edyta Górniak did - we will not sing the national anthem ...