Yesterday felt like the never-ending day, in the best way possible. I guess that's what happens when you fly to the west coast and get to relive three hours of the day. We were greeted in LA by 80 degree weather, an upgraded car rental, and friendly folk who are tan year round. We made it to the place we were staying and our. jaws. dropped. We're staying 13 floors up, in downtown LA, in a minimalstic artist's apartment (found on Airbnb). It is amazing. We planned this vacation with the intention to stay in amazing places, and so far we have not been disappointed. The rest of our evening was spent walking around the city, fighting traffic (feels like home), and savoring every last bite of my first burger at In-N-Out. We were in bed by 9pm and I can't wait for the rest of this trip. Today, we're off to Beverly Hills, Newport Beach, and eating dinner at a place GQ named one of the top 12 restaurants of the year.