From LA through the 'Bu, past the legendary Morro Rock and through hundreds of acres of wine country, we drove as far up north as we could along the twisting, cliff-hugging roads atop the Pacific until the sky went dark in Monterey. The darkness on our drive home didn't feel so dark, though. Sparkling stars illuminated the 5-hour trek as the moonlight played hide-and-seek behind the mountains and, in true California fashion, the ever-lingering melodies of #PetSounds played soundtrack through it all.
I wrote the paragraph above in July as my brother and I were on our dark, moonlit drive back from Monterey to Los Angeles. We woke up the morning before with no concrete plans, just the way we wanted after a thrilling, but tiring week of museums, shows, and fancy restaurants.
We stopped at the beach for a short while. I wore my suit and a thin striped coverup, and my brother wore his swim shorts and a tee. After lunch in Malibu, we ended up driving and driving and driving. For hours on end. We talked, we jammed, we laughed.
Eventually, the day turned into night and we continued to make our way up, from Soledad to Monterey. The views on our trek up were incredible. Like we were suddenly scraping the surface of another world. Craters and hills and no civilization for miles.
When we arrived in Monterey, we were absolutely *freezing.* And not at all dressed to be out and about (still in our swimwear). Faiz managed to book a reservation at a sensational restaurant and the staffers treated us no differently for our incredibly casual attire.
In short: Monterey was wonderful. The food, the people, the all-around good vibes.
By the time we got back in the car to make that 5-hour trek back to LA (Faiz had work and class in the morning), it was already past midnight. That drive back was both terrifying and exhilarating. We couldn't see the road ahead at times and when the moon would hide behind the mountains, it felt as if we'd already fallen asleep. But the stars and the bouncing moonlight eventually guided us home.
I'll never forget that starry Tuesday in July.
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