On our way to Malibu

We spent a long time waiting for the bus.   

A very long time. 

While Marcella read the article in the TV guide we found (there is no longer a print edition of this in Canada), I sat with my ears plugged. I did not want any hints of what might be in the film, and she couldn't help squeeing at times. 

And insisting that she tell me one. little. thing. 

no no no!

Okay, so call me silly. I had to take a picture of the street sign. 

Besides, we were bored! Waiting for another bus! The drive was beautiful and if there is a next time, I'll rent a car. The bus windows were too dirty to take pictures out of. 

This shot of Starbucks was taken for my daughter who is saving for her education by providing the masses in Whistler with java. 

Do the folks in Malibu really need pink markers to make it in and out of Starbucks?

The cinema was playing Hellboy .... maybe #2? I thought it should make some mention of IWTB, but there was no one around to mention that to. 

Okay, we all know you've made it when you get tagged by the local graffiti artists, but the real question is, how did they get all the way up there and do it without being caught? 

It was a long day.

A very long day in which we shopped in Juicy (Marcella bought more than I did), avoided the Rolls Royce of chocolates (we did, really!), tried to decide on a wine in the wine store (too many to choose from!), enjoyed the first cherries of the season, and had a coffee on the patio at Starbucks. 

.... and so ends our day 2.

Except for the bus ride back.

Next time, definitely a car rental. 

Ciao.