This is how I lunch - apparently
It's Sunday morning 08.00 am. Usually way too early for me to be up, but I'm exited because we're going on a road trip to Santa Barbara. Can't wait to spend the day at the beach, eat lunch at one of the cozy cafes and just chill in the cute little beach town for a few hours. It's always nice to get out of LA for a bit, and driving by the coastline up to Santa Barbara is a perfect way to spend the last day of the weekend.
At 10 am I'm being picked up and more than ready to get the day started!
Soon I realize we're not taking the beautiful way up the coast to Santa Barbara. Instead we drive towards the Valley. But who am I to complain? I don't even have a driving license and know nothing about how bad the traffic is at this time on a Sunday. Maybe this is a shortcut - so we can get more hours at the beach? I don't even bother to ask. I love being a passenger and just enjoy the feeling of having a little getaway from LA.
Suddenly we're slowing down outside a big enclosure. It kind of looks like a small airport. But how should I know? I don't even have a pilot license.. Anyway, I'm being told we're just here for a quick stop to pick up something. Sounds legit, I think, and sink back into the carseat while listening to some sweet tunes from Rammstein. Kidding! I don't even know who Rammstein is.
We park the car and a guy is standing there waiting for us. He smiles, give me a hug and before I even get a chance to say hello, he drags a beautiful blue plane out of a garage. It's almost like a magic trick! The plane even matches my blue dress. It really looks like it belongs to me...
- Ready to get some lunch in Santa Barbara, Henriette?
YES! YES! YES! YES! Are you fucking kidding me???
Half an hour later we climbed into the awesome plane who had fancy scissor doors that reminded me of a sports car. (And no, I did not know that the name was scissor doors - I had to google it. Loooove internet!) I got to sit in the front seat, next to the pilot, and was given a few safety instructions on what to do if something should happen to him. But let's be honest, if he got a heart attack, I would definitely get one too. Anyways - none dies in this story!
The flight from Los Angeles to Santa Barbara took us 30 min!! Haha!! And the view from the plane was just magical. We flew over Santa Monica and Malibu Mountains and up the coast over Ventura County until we got to Santa Barbara. We could see Santa Catalina Island and the Channel Islands (an archipelago of eight islands) in the Pacific Ocean.
After we landed at Santa Barbara airport we walked over to the Beachside Bar Cafe, that surprise, surprise, is located on the beach. Here we had a delicious meal on the outdoor patio while we watched fishermen catch a big stingray from the pier next to the restaurant. That was not so fun though, cause I felt SO bad for the stingray!! After lunch we took a little stroll out on the pier, but it got a bit chilly (it was overcast and colder in Santa Barbara than in LA), so we decided to fly back to Los Angeles again. Hahaha!! What a life! And what a ride!
How can I be so lucky? I guess baby Jesus, his father and the holy Ghost are the only ones who can answer that question...
As it still was early afternoon when we got back, we decided to drive down to Venice Beach where we had friends playing Volleyball. I didn't play, cause I suck, but I chilled in the sand and chatted with people who had a break in the sun. Cause I'm great at chilling!
We ended the day at a restaurant on the boardwalk where we had dinner and beers in the sunset.
Not a too shabby way to end the weekend!!
Soooo, I'm just putting it out there, but my birthday is coming up next week and if you want to get me something - I really really want my own privat plane!!