Sausage

I wake up not feeling so hot.  We only got a few hours of sleep and immediately begin getting ready for the much anticipated arrival of Corrine's father, Lambertus (i.e. Bert, Mr. Sanders, Mr. Bert).  Rachel is having the worst time pulling her 50 pound suitcase and throws a temper tantrum.  We flip it over and find one missing wheel.  We load our outrageous amount of luggage into the Tahoe and head on our way.  

We took a drive down Rodeo Drive to see all the sights and our next stop was the Getty Museum.  We park and take the tram up to the top of the mountain where the famous museum sits.  It is famous for its' architechure alone.  We spent about an hour in the botanical gardens and had a wonderful photo shoot there.  My favorite picture is an action one of Rachel rolling down a grassy knoll arms flailing uncontrollably in the air.  

We then had a nice luncheon on an outside patio overlooking the beautiful city of Los Angeles.  Our next stop is to check out the inside of the museum.  They are constantly changing out exhibits so you never know what you are going to see.  We checked out paintings from 1200 to present, looked at sculptures and photography.  I think it was a unanimous the our favorite exhibit was in the west building.  It consisted of paintings of Monet, Renoir, Cezanne, Picasso and several other artists I learned of in my Art Appreciation class at Frostburg.  

Next we take a ride down the PCH to Ventura.  The Pacific Coast Highway runs right through Malibu.  By this time it is dark and rainy.   The PCH is incredibly windy and off one side is an extreme cliff with the Pacific at its bottom.  All I can see are the curves of the road in front of me.  I think I am having a panic attack because all I can imagine is us hydroplaning and having my life end in a treacherous death by drowning in the car.  The road striaghtens up as we enter Ventura County and I ease up.  We meet the rest of the Sanders family at their favorite mexican restaurant, Yolanda's.   This is our third mexican meal of the trip, which means we can barely fit in our clothes anymore.  We finish up dinner and head to the Sanders home.  Here we catch up on Corrine's childhood pictures, especially the ones with her sausage arms.  What a cute baby.

We are completely exhausted by now so we head over to the trailer (aka the clubhouse), where our headquarters for the next 2 nights will be.  It is raining and all we can hear is the rain hitting the trailer.  At first we are excited, thinking that the rain will be soothing to sleep through.  In the middle of the night, we are all awakened by a downpour so loud, and wind so strong that we think the trailer might just fall off of this cliff as well.