The house had termites, and we had to tent the place to get rid of them:
So where does one stay if they have a tented termite terrace? The cheepest hotel in Marina del Rey:
The Dear Husband stumbled upon this place online while we frantically tried to find a motel that would take pets. Let me tell you, IT AIN'T EASY. Luckily we found this place.
Here's the view just from the parking lot:
The yellowish icky haze is from the Santa Barbara fires.
The DH loved staying here. The food at the hotel restaurant was good, the rooms were serviceable, the location was prime, and stores were within walking or biking distance(we did both...though not at the same time).
The part I liked the most was that there weren't many Americans there. A bunch of French and Australians seemed to have found this little gem of a place, and that made breakfast conversation eavesdropping fun. DH's favorite conversation was of a French dude wanting to take the bus to some tourist destination. Tourist, welcome to the most inefficient public transportation system EVAR! Good luck with that!
Out front, there was an office building that looked to be an old restaurant:
For some reason it brought up a strong case of deja vu for me, as I would fly down to LAX from Sacramento with my mom when I was but a wee lass and visit my grandparents, who at the time lived in Inglewood. I swear I remember this place from when I was but a wee lass, but who knows?
Anyway, our stay-cation was nice, but it felt fantastic to be back home. I cleaned away for most of the day, and the place is still looking like a disaster area. But it's my disaster area!
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