Truth be told, it’s feels somewhat odd talking about a cafe in California when I’m in the midst of thirty-degree temperatures in New York. After one layover, two planes and two days of travel, I can say, without hesitation, that it’s good to be home. It’s good to come home and clean, place the shells I collected into a glass jar, and cuddle with my Felix. Yet, I’m patient. I know the jetlag will inevitably settle in. Invariably, I will wake at three in the morning and fall asleep at two in the afternoon. When folks asked me how I’ll celebrate my birthday tomorrow, I say I plan on sleeping. I plan on quietly celebrating the gift of Fiji.
On my way to Fiji, I spent a day in Santa Monica and found this lovely cafe en route to spin class. Filled with in-house homemade pastries (I mean, you’re obviously STARING AT THOSE COOKIES), sandwiches, salads and light dishes made with the freshest, organic ingredients, you not only will score a great meal without breaking the bank, you’re also supporting a local business putting out delicious food.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to lay on the floor and settle into the cruel ten days of jet lag that await me.