We are at the Reagan Presidential Library in Simi Valley, CA.
“Watch starboard – when we speed up, the dolphins usually can’t resist racing us.”
The captain’s announcement struck me as a joke, but sure enough, as the tour boat picked up speed, the group of dolphins that had been swimming near by suddenly took off after us. Then, in an unbelievable game of chicken, they started racing in front of the boat. (Check out the video!)
This crazy entertainment took place on an Island Packers tour launched from Ventura, California, that circled the Channel Islands. We saw three kinds of dolphins and two kinds of whales. A memory day and a check on my bucket list.
in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger
You’re gonna go
If you remember that song, well, you’re old. It was released in 1972, but I can still sing most of the lyrics.
So I felt a sort of thrill, and a connection, when we drove down Ventura Highway (in the sunshine). This feeling happened to us a lot in Los Angeles. So many iconic towns, streets, and sights are here that you’re almost constantly casting about for the connection: “Is this from a song? A movie? Why is this famous?”
Century City. Sunset Boulevard. Marina Del Ray. Wilshire Boulevard. Santa Monica. Malibu. Burbank. It goes on and on.
By Saimi Rote Bergmann
Best meal we ate in Ventura? It’s a tie.
Lunch at “Rice” and… dinner at “Rice.” Yep, we did something we rarely do – ate twice at the same restaurant. Then we did something we never do – ORDERED THE SAME MEAL.
Fabulous Thai curry. “Brown” rice that is actually maroon. And crisp taquito-sized eggrolls that prompted me to do another thing I rarely do – eat an entire egg roll.
If you visit Ventura, you’ll see two restaurants named “Rice,” just one block apart. The family that owned the original restaurant had a disagreement and some members left and started a second restaurant, using the same name and the same menu.
We chose the restaurant with the sidewalk seating (not sure which part of the family we sided with!). Being from gray Ohio, we are like cats, seeking sunbeams wherever we can. So we ate outside, and marveled at the sun, the warm breeze and the lack of bugs.
By Saimi Bergmann
We need a bumper sticker that says, “This vehicle stops for historical markers.”
People tend to think I’m joking when I describe my husband’s love of all things historical. I’m not. He will not willingly drive by ANY museum, historical marker, graveyard or ruin.