Today was another stay close to home (away from home) day. The trip is winding down and I’m okay with it because I’m starting to feel a little homesick. Venice is a weird place. We’re staying in a multi-million dollar home with a teeny-tiny empty lot next to it that’s listed for $1.5 million (empty) or $3.3 million with a home on it. Less than a block from us is a row of derelict cars parked along the street that have people living in them. We passed a McLaren parked in someone’s drive yesterday. It’s a study in extreme wealth and poverty.
We saw the same thing in Hawaii. The consistently good weather and beautiful scenery brings extreme wealth. The lack of harsh conditions brings homeless people. Minneapolis is too cold in the winter and Phoenix is too hot in the summer to attract the same mass of homeless people. Frankly, I’m just not used to seeing it.
We spent about an hour at the beach and playground in the late morning. At the playground there was a beer bottle filled with bright yellow liquid next to the swing set. I’m really hoping it was beer. I should have thrown it out, but I was afraid to touch it.
Our big afternoon was lunch and a movie. We all had lunch together. Once again, the food was excellent. The only problem was that my panini filling had the temperature of molten lead. We split up for the movie part. I went to Moana with Nola and her mom and my husband and his other sister went to Arrival. The movie theater sold wine and popcorn with real butter, so I was a happy camper.