Category: My Travel
Category: My Travel
The sun was hot, glowing and the sky was a picture-perfect blue as Jacob and I looked up….and up….and up at the steep incline we were about to walk up. We had thought about taking the trolly cart, but it didn’t seem to make sense to pay $5.00 and wait 2 hours when we
Going to Alcatraz Island had been something my partner Jacob had wanted to do for many years. To me? Well, I’ll be honest when I say I knew almost nothing about it. We made the choice to book well in advance and it was one of the best things we could have done on this trip: by booking ahead we secured ourselves on the first boat of the morning. When we arrived at 8:00am on the morning of our cruise, we found out there was a 3 week wait to get tickets and there were no available boats until the end of July! We highly suggest booking in advance.
When we arrived I was so suprised at how interested I became in the island (a point that Jacob also found very exciting) and I was constantly holding him back with my camera to my eye. 900 photographs later and I am still looking through them all and so I’ll have to split the blog posts about Alcatraz into a 2-part piece. Ready for the photo explosion? Check it out after the cut….
Los Angeles was a beautiful, sunny place to start our holiday. But the constant noise and movement; the begging for tourism opportunities and the yelling and screaming of tour buses got to me. On our last day in Hollywood, Jacob and I met up with Ashley from This is Ashley Rose, Olivia from Wait Until
When we woke on our third day in LA, it looked (to me) like the perfect day. It was overcast, there was wind and it was sun free. We decided to head to Santa Monica and check out the Santa Monica Pier. It seems that lots of other tourists had the same idea as the
On day two of our stay in Los Angeles, Jacob and I had planned to take a tour of Hollywood and the ‘Stars homes’. We packed up the camera and head out on foot toward Hollywood Boulevard. We knew we were close when our empty footpath filled with strollers, screaming kids, “fanny packs” and then,