If it wasn’t going to break in half due to a massive earthquake, I would move to San Diego. I just spent three days there for a meeting and man, is it a cool place!
I first noticed the difference at the airport. I take people watching very seriously when in public places. And the people I watched in California were all beautiful! The women AND the men! I saw very few who were overweight. Folks were walking around the airport with skateboards in tow and muscles bulging.
I swear that the Dali Lama and Shirley McLean were on my flight from LA. “Shirley” looked to be a healthy seventy-something-year-old. She sat in an airport chair wearing culottes with her legs tucked up under her behind. She was more limber than my 13-year-old daughter. Although she had a bit of dangly skin on the underside of her arms, and who doesn’t at that age, her biceps looked as if they could easily hold the weight of her body in an upside down split on a balance beam.
These Californians dressed casually, had unusually bright colors of hair, and seemed to enjoy open toed shoes. There weren’t a lot of wing tips strolling around LAX, it was FLIP FLOP haven.
The lush plantings all along the 15 minute drive to my hotel were beautiful. While it was a balmy 95 degrees at home, we ate outdoors each evening with a slight breeze and a refreshing temperature of 70.
I will admit, the local newscast took some getting used to. One reporter shared that a man had been shot by his car while meditating on the side of the road. Thankfully, he was going to be OK. I wonder why he stopped his car on a seemingly busy highway for quiet and relaxation. Perhaps the traffic was stressing him out.
I haven’t seen that many people mediate on the Raleigh Beltline, but I might try it.
The weather woman for the morning broadcast wore a short, puffy, bright pink skirt. Her black blouse was fitted – VERY fitted (and there was a lot to fit.) I sort of felt like Katy Perry was delivering the five day forecast. Oh, and I swear she was wearing medium length black socks with her high heels. It was early, and they only showed her feet once. Maybe that was just a dream. High heels and socks? That’s not something you see at the Fayetteville mall much less on the news in North Carolina.
I return next year for a conference, and I think I’ll stay a while. Just breathing their air makes me feel all tingly inside.