We went to hooters the night of arrival. After that, only short visits to the local grocery store. I had to purchase food or there would have been nothing to eat! Living in the middle of nowhere without public transportation or rental car. My ass was stuck. I suggested a joyride. Not happening. It kinda felt like the movie Misery.
One afternoon, I said I was going for a walk. It turned into an adventure of a fifteen mile journey. Never have I done this. I was soooo bored that I just kept going. Raymond 92 yrs young stopped around mile six and gave me a ride.. His patent is used by anyone cleaning computer keys! He drove me to the central market.
The Central Market should be a tourist destination. It has food from everywhere in the world. I felt like a child in a candy store. They have everything. I found rice flour but there was so many others. Sunflower seed flour, brown rice flour, gabanzo bean flour; get the idea. It was an experience worth having.
My getting back to the gilded cage was something I hated to think about. Not wanting to disturb my horrible host, walking was my only option. It started raining lightly. This felt good. Since it doesn't rain much in Los Angeles, the drops were refreshing as they fell on my bare scalp. I recalled the time I took a shower in the rain because it was raining so heavy. Virginia rains like that. Tropical and smells sweet. I closed my eyes just for a moment, pretending I was there.
Too soon the reality of the evening and my predicament had returned....