Ella and I are at the end of a week in California visiting colleges (leaving behind Michael to care for the dogs and teach his classes - you can follow his week of lonely bachelorhood on twitter if you like). We stayed with Robin in Oakland, Dave and Karen in Carmel, and at a motel in Pasadena. We liked some of the colleges more than expected, some of them less than expected, and overall it has been fabulous.
Big news: Michael's beloved alma mater, Pomona, is not for Ella (I'd go to college all over again there if this were about me), but she's probably going to apply to adjacent (and hard-to-get-into) Harvey Mudd.
I've been to California a bunch of times, obviously, but I've never driven through so much of it as on this trip, and I'm kind of overwhelmed by the landscapes and wondering why the drama and beauty was such a surprise to me. Why don't Californians talk about it all the time? If it weren't for drought and earthquakes and housing prices, I'd live here in a heartbeat and spend the rest of my life letting it all sink into my bones.