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Dec. 3rd, 2017 10:17 pmI was on yet another family vacation to California. Somehow my mom and I managed to not get on each other's nerves through the whole week, and we all actually ended up having a good time. We all met my brother's wife's family - her mother also lives in the Los Angeles area, her brother is in Phoenix, and her grandmother and her husband is in New Mexico.
We spent the first two nights near where my brother and his wife live. My parents got a hotel room, and I crashed on my brother's couch. My brother and his wife both had to work the first day, so we were on our own to find something to do. We ended up getting breakfast at this chain restaurant called Coco, which for some reason my parents reacted to as though was the greatest place on earth. In reality, the place was exceedingly mediocre, and similar to any other chain restaurant that I've ever been to, like Denny's, IHOP, or Perkins. My brother and I spent the rest of the vacation laughing about my parent's out-sized reaction.
After breakfast, we drove across the mountains via the Angeles Crest Highway, then drove north in the desert up to Devil's Punchbowl, up to Palmdale, and then back around the mountains to their place. CA Route 138 must have been used in a bunch of movies, because it feels very familiar. It's a long, straight road that's fairly heavily traveled but travels through the middle of nowhere in the desert.
The following day we drove down to Huntington Beach, where we spent the rest of our time. My parents and I got an AirBNB, my brother and his wife got a hotel room, and the wife's family got another AirBNB. We had Thanksgiving dinner getting to know each other a bit. Saturday, we all went to Knott's Berry Farm, where there is an amusement park. Sunday we kind of just bummed around all day at my brother's place, and took a red-eye overnight flight back Sunday night.
We spent the first two nights near where my brother and his wife live. My parents got a hotel room, and I crashed on my brother's couch. My brother and his wife both had to work the first day, so we were on our own to find something to do. We ended up getting breakfast at this chain restaurant called Coco, which for some reason my parents reacted to as though was the greatest place on earth. In reality, the place was exceedingly mediocre, and similar to any other chain restaurant that I've ever been to, like Denny's, IHOP, or Perkins. My brother and I spent the rest of the vacation laughing about my parent's out-sized reaction.
After breakfast, we drove across the mountains via the Angeles Crest Highway, then drove north in the desert up to Devil's Punchbowl, up to Palmdale, and then back around the mountains to their place. CA Route 138 must have been used in a bunch of movies, because it feels very familiar. It's a long, straight road that's fairly heavily traveled but travels through the middle of nowhere in the desert.
The following day we drove down to Huntington Beach, where we spent the rest of our time. My parents and I got an AirBNB, my brother and his wife got a hotel room, and the wife's family got another AirBNB. We had Thanksgiving dinner getting to know each other a bit. Saturday, we all went to Knott's Berry Farm, where there is an amusement park. Sunday we kind of just bummed around all day at my brother's place, and took a red-eye overnight flight back Sunday night.
