It is GORGEOUS out today. Readers in colder climates might assume that every day in LA is beautiful, but they're not. And today is one of those blue skied, bird chirping, clear (and that's like 5 out of 365 when it comes to this smogified town) tank top warm, "Oh my god, I'm never leaving So. Cal," days.
When these days come, all I want to do is drive. I love to get in the car, take the top down, blast music and sing my guts out as I wind up Mullholland or coast along the PCH.
Driving is a family thing. My father loves to drive. He'll spend entire days cruising around wine country, snaking through vineyards on windy, tiny roads. When my father was growing up, my grandfather would gather his family on his rare days off and they'd drive through Pennsylvania farm country.
My Granny also craved the road and drove until she was 89. She said it cleared her mind. And her daughter, my Aunt Rosemary, also drives when she needs to ponder something. Often ending up parked at the beach, consulting the ocean for its opinion.
It's a Casamento thing.
What are some family behaviors that you've latched on to?
3 years ago