Day 5: Arrival and Aftermath

It may have been a late start, but we were still on the road relatively early with sliced raisin bread and prepared sandwiches in hand, eager to get home before nightfall.

The last leg of our journey took us through three states of rocky terrain, riding along the Mexican border throughout the majority of the drive. In fact, we had "run-ins" with the law on several occasions, but racial profiling saved us from any delays. Turns out, if you're not Mexican (Mexican-looking?), you can go on ahead. Thank goodness my Cuban half takes a backseat to my Irish pastiness.

The sights were uneventful but altogether stunning: mountains made of thick, uneven rocks; corn/wheat/"we can't tell what crop that is" fields; and thousands of cows corralled together, awaiting slaughter or salvation. Joanna hooked up the laptop to get started on our RoadTrip2007-08 photo album while Brian found comfort once again in his Ultimate Word Find quest. We made a pit stop in Yuma, met a few more wind turbines, listened to Eminem (sorry Mom) and completely missed a photo opportunity at the California state line.

The skies were by far the most gorgeous we'd seen all week. Shades of colors you'd never seen paint the world just above the tips of the mountains, swirling and twisting about in unimaginable ways. Instinctively, we both craved the outdoors; we wanted to pull the Chrysler Sebring over to the shoulder, jump out and scale the mountains. But we thought better of it, especially since we'd both seen No Country for Old Men only weeks ago and were still traumatized by that large air gun. However, that isn't to say that we won't be scheduling a day or week-long trip to the mountains sometime in the near future...

After 6 hours or so we were in Los Angeles. You knew it was Los Angeles because the cars around you were suddenly more expensive ... and there were a lot more cars, too. The traffic was unbearable. Eventually, though, after holding our pee and barreling through the HOV lane, we made it Detroit Street. And that's where we're writing you from, here in our living room, stealing wireless internet from someone named DetroitHarry0097.

Of course, being us, we threw all of our junk into the apartment - leaving Scooter to settle into his new pad - and ran right out again to catch an 8pm showing of "There Will Be Blood" (highly recommended) with our good friend Justin.

So I guess the journey ends here. But not the blog. So for those of you who have found these narratives entertaining or sad, stick around. It'll get much more entertaining (and a lot more sad) (just kidding) as Joanna and I try our hands at ... Acting in LA. God help us.

Much love,
the new LA crew

P.S. Soon to come: a whole slew of photos!