On Sunday, I did what I normally do: sleep in. Not my best attribute, but I eventually got up, around 10, I think. After eating breakfast and being lazy for a couple hours, the boy and I finally decided to do something. Which is easier said than done. We are the absolute worst at making decisions! Where should we go? What do you want to do? What should we have for lunch? I don't know, what do you think? This went on for awhile, but around 1 p.m. we finally decided to get in the car and drive.
We had no particular destination at first, but we were headed in the general direction of the beach. I then came up with the brilliant idea of going to the Manhattan/Hermosa/Redondo Beach area. I had never been. It was a plan.
Forty-five minutes later we were there. And so was everyone else, it seemed. We drove up and down the boulevard looking for a spot to park, which was nearly impossible to find, but it was OK. The drive gave us a chance to soak up all the scenery and action. We then climbed a San Francisco-esque hill where we found a free church parking lot. Lucky us.
We then made our way to Hermosa Beach. The pier was bustling with people, bikers and dogs (we left crazy Hazel at home). We were starving by this point, so we grabbed a bite to eat at a place called The Pita Pit. It's like a Subway, but instead of sub sandwiches, they serve up fabulous pita wraps. Delish. We found a spot at the entrance to the pier where we could sit and eat and just people watch for a while. Perfect. Afterwards, we took a stroll down the pier, me snapping pictures the whole way. I then decided it was the perfect time to pop into the self-serve frozen yogurt shop that I saw as we drove in. There's nothing better than banana fro-yo on a blazing hot, beachy day.
We left soon after our frozen yogurt melted, but I can't wait to go back to further explore the beachside communities. The neighborhoods were so charming and I loved how each house was different from the next, with tons of personality in the architecture. Quite a few were for sale; if only I had an extra $900,000 to spare. But if I did, you can bet I would buy a house by the beach.
Sustenance. The Pita Pit and Lotus Yogurt Bar.
Steep hills lead to the sands below. See the sailboats?