Susan's stomach started growling in the middle of the night. Hours later she allowed herself to be blinded by a beautiful donut breakfast even though she knew such wonderful sugary nonsense would not sustain her for any length of time.
a tree on which LEMONS were growing within sight of a tree on which ORANGES were growing!
She saw fragrant rosemary with little purple flowers, all manner of pink roses and succulents as big as dinner plates.
The day's plan was to visit the Getty Museum situated above Los Angeles in the Santa Monica Mountains. Their enthusiasm was undeterred even though it was raining pretty substantially, and the beautiful views were obliterated by fog, and they had to walk up the steep hilltop because the tram was delayed. Yellow umbrellas were provided for all the visitors but Susan declined because she didn't feel like carrying one, so she just got wet.
an awesome Japanese dollar store where Susan spent $53.96, then to Trader Joe's where a lady with boobs as big as weapons almost knocked over our delicate heroine, then to buy enough prosecco to make it through the evening.