Twelve minutes from LAX lies my little floating home that
someday soon I shall move back onto.
Dear God, it's taken forever, I've lost my mind, but it's on the horizon...the hunkder down for spring in LA is on the make. Cause lord knows I haven't dont jack what I wanted to down here in the desert. I've been on the road for eons, how could I? Takes all I've got to pay the bills, research the needs for FLO, plot a few new shows and try to make some good food. Toss in Minka's daily pup needs and keeping up with the news, and the day is done.
Now, once I get back on the FLO, pls do remember, I'm a scant 12 minutes from LAX, which if you have been a toothie long, you will recall one of my first posts ever was about what makes a perfect place to live? Has to be close to an international airport. And, for that reason alone - I can't imagine being anywhere else but the marina if I'm to reside in LA. Means, in 12 minutes I can be at the 'port, ticket to elsewhere in hand and on my way to another land. Usually Mexico. Or Indo.
This past trip to Casa de Mita, I discovered the chill village of San Pancho and a sweet little organic restaurant down a side road tucked into a funky hotel. Turns out the owner of the hotel and restaurant lives 1/2 mile from me in Venice. In a place I walk past all the time. Small, small world.
The food at Bistro Organico was simple fusion food. A twist of Mexico, a sting of Tahiti, and a whole lotta freshness. They're throwing Thai red basil into cocktails, whipping up their own tequila, and taking the vibe of the S. Pacific islands and making them come alive in charred mushroom pots and coconut shrimp curries. Super light and fresh.
And, with LAX only 12 minutes away from me, just that much closer. I do so love SoCAL.