Once upon a time, I thought that traveling around the country for work would be a grand adventure. After nearly nine years of frequent travel, I know better.
All I really want most weeks when I'm on the road is two consecutive nights of good sleep. A chance to enjoy local scenery would be a bonus.
I'm in Santa Monica this week. My hotel is two blocks from the beach. I glimpsed the ocean from a rooftop restaurant. I arrived after dark on Tuesday and then spent two days locked in a conference room with 20 other people teaching a workshop. The students were smart, fun, and engaged; I had a blast teaching them. But it sure would have been nice to visit the beach. If I wake up stupid early in the morning, I may head out for a quick sunrise walk, but I'm more likely to take advantage of a relatively late meeting tomorrow morning and grab an extra 30 minutes of sleep.
Today at lunch, I strolled along the 3rd Stree Promenade and took pictures of the topiary dinosaur fountains. Who knew that was a thing. Needless to say, it's hard not to smile when faced with a topiary dinosaur spitting water at you. It's not the beach, but I hope these guys made you smile.