Last night Pasadena was the "epicenter" of the hurricane force winds that rocked LA. We were driving home at 1:30am and it was surreal as we dodged palm trees that were littered across the freeway. As we entered Pasadena we found downed traffic lights, lamp posts and benches in the middle of the road. Our friend stopped at the head of our street as we looked down the avenue lined on both sides by ominously swaying palms, wondering just how far they could bend before they break. We all decided that we'd start down our street and scream if we saw one coming down, in which case he would hit the accelerator. Happy to report that didn't happen.
It does seem, though, that crises have been following us in an uncanny way this year - we visited all the countries in North Africa within weeks of the revolutions breaking out and we were in two of the countries when the wars began. Just praying "the big one" doesn't hit LA anytime soon.
[And we don't usually return home that late. That night we had been invited to a viewing of a new film, and also got to meet Martin Sheen, who was incredible nice and down to earth.]
It does seem, though, that crises have been following us in an uncanny way this year - we visited all the countries in North Africa within weeks of the revolutions breaking out and we were in two of the countries when the wars began. Just praying "the big one" doesn't hit LA anytime soon.
[And we don't usually return home that late. That night we had been invited to a viewing of a new film, and also got to meet Martin Sheen, who was incredible nice and down to earth.]
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