Of Mel Gibson and Migraines

We drove through the Santa Monica mountains, and made our way past 27-miles long Malibu. Some SUV swerved into our lane erratically, and we were sure it was Mel Gibson. (Not because we saw him, mind you, but because this someone was driving drunk in Malibu.)

We don't see the draw in Malibu. Lots of fancy houses, sure, but they're crowded together and lack the facilities of a San Francisco or a Santa Cruz or, well, just about any town we've past short of Carpinteria and Oxnard. ;)

We finally made it to the Santa Monica Best Western. We dropped off our bags, and then Shel collapsed on the bed, as she began experiencing the aura phase of a migraine. She took an ibuprofen and hid her head under a pillow for about ten minutes, until the aura passed. =(

After Shel's vision got better, we got a little dressed up, and headed to California Vegan just inside of LA on Santa Monica Boulevard.

The food was excellent, perhaps our best on the trip. Shel got the Spicy Vege Chicken Salad, which consisted of sliced soy chicken with a salad and a spicy lime dressing. Jason got the California Orange Chicken, a lightly battered and fried soy chicken in a spicy-sweet orange sauce. The dinner special came with a delicious spring roll with a maple-syrupy sauce, miso soup, a salad with peanut sauce, and fried brown rice. Quite a meal for $11.95. We finished off dinner with the Banana Spring Rolls, consisting of bananas and shredded coconut wrapper in a deep-fried pastry spring roll. It was incredibly tasty!!! =)

We got back to the hotel and crashed. Tomorrow, we make our way to our last stop in California: San Diego.