My son, the Californian.
Life doesn’t get any better than scooting around in Venice Beach, does it? It was our last day on American soil, the last few hours after 6 long/short extremely happy months in this majestic country, an afternoon of conflicted feelings, very bitter-sweet and a longing for what we had not yet said goodbye to.
I will write a longer, more adequate love-letter to the US, but for now I am so grateful that we spent our last afternoon eating Ceviche on the beach, scooting next to all the skaters and street performers, melting under the 40C sun while Charlie rolled down the grassy hills, saw LA police on horses and bought crappy souvenir t-shirts. It was as they (and now us) say: AWESOME.