Venice Beach (25)

I immediately recognized Michael - after 23 years. The restaurant in Santa Monica is his recommendation - just around the corner, so a 15 minutes drive. The evening is nice and interesting for me considerably enhancing its value as the meeting with Carol. First Michael asks about our route and we describe him all the sights in his country, he still does not know or where he was once as a child.

Then we move on to the politics and comparisons between the U.S. and Europe. At the latest in the comparison of annual holiday weeks Michael said he wanted to emigrate still Austria and Yes, he could try to learn Turkish to be considered as a real immigrant in Austria. You will notice that Michael stands pretty far to the left for American circumstances, but when asked about the many homeless he also reacts rather clueless why we see this as a problem. They simply come to San Francisco or also Venice because they of the municipalities which tolerate them.

Unfortunately Mia is not listed, because your stomach "upset" is how one this typical American transliterations is. We bring from the American grill restaurant a portion of rice and learn from her that we have missed two fire alarms in the meantime. But that remains no real failure, because obviously someone has not understood it yet that smoking in the rooms and the subsequent minutes of flashy shriek on the threshold of pain have a causal link. Twice we have opportunity to do so - once it in the night. We again and again see something new here.

The breakfast at the Erwin is then double unusual: the breakfast room is full, so we give way in the so-called patio - a kind porch directly with access to the four lane street. Very cosy. For this we experience the luxury of eating from real China plates and to drink from mugs. And freshly baked muffins and donuts and taste at least one class better than anywhere else here. You will just notice that the hotel belongs to a French chain - at least when you taste the food and see the tableware.