#Party Bus San Diego

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Rolling Revelry: Elevate Your Celebration with a Party Bus in San Diego

Introduction: In a city where the sun-soaked streets meet the vibrant nightlife, the concept of celebration takes on a new dimension. Enter the Party Bus San Diego – a mobile fiesta that transforms your journey into a rolling celebration. Join us as we explore the epitome of revelry, where each ride becomes a vibrant chapter in the nightlife narrative of Southern California.

Onboard Fiesta: A Party Bus in San Diego is not merely a mode of transport; it's a traveling party venue. Decked out with pulsating lights, cutting-edge sound systems, and a dance floor that beckons you to move, the onboard ambiance sets the stage for an unforgettable celebration. Step aboard and let the party begin as you traverse the city streets in style.

Versatile Celebrations: The beauty of a Party Bus lies in its versatility. Whether it's a birthday bash, bachelor or bachelorette party, corporate event, or a night out with friends, the Party Bus in San Diego caters to a spectrum of celebrations. Customize the experience to match the occasion, ensuring that every moment is tailored to your unique vision of revelry.

City Lights and Coastal Vibes: San Diego's city lights and coastal vibes provide the perfect backdrop for your onboard celebration. Cruise along the iconic streets or head towards the shimmering shores, enjoying panoramic views that add an extra layer of magic to your party experience. Let the dynamic cityscape become the canvas for your celebration.

Professional Chauffeurs: Behind the wheel of the Party Bus in San Diego is a professional chauffeur – not just a driver but a designated captain for your mobile fiesta. Well-versed in navigating the city's streets, your chauffeur ensures a smooth and safe ride, allowing you to focus on the celebration at hand.

Libations on the Go: Elevate your celebration with onboard libations. The Party Bus in San Diego allows you to bring your favorite beverages, turning your journey into a mobile bar. Sip and savor your preferred drinks as you toast to unforgettable moments with friends, all while the cityscape unfolds around you.

Safe and Secure Celebrations: Safety is a top priority on the Party Bus in San Diego. Equipped with safety features and driven by professional chauffeurs, you can revel in the celebration with peace of mind, knowing that your safety is in capable hands.

In a city that knows how to have a good time, the Party Bus in San Diego emerges as the ultimate vehicle for those seeking a mobile celebration. Elevate your revelry, make every journey a party, and let the Party Bus be your chariot luxury through the vibrant nightlife and coastal splendor of Southern California. With the Party Bus in San Diego, each ride becomes a chapter in the dynamic story of your encounter with the city's timeless celebration culture

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[bradshawsbaby]

Love in the Air

Pairing: Rooster x Female Reader

Summary: You weren't expecting anything interesting or exciting to happen on your flight from Virginia to San Diego. But what happens when you decide to shoot your shot with the handsome stranger sitting in front of you on the plane?

Word Count: 12.5k

Author’s Note: Thank you so much to my dear friend, @ryebecca for giving me the idea for this one! I've been mulling it over in my brain for a while now, and the super adorable Netflix movie Love at First Sight gave me some much-needed inspiration to finally see it through to completion. This story exists outside of the Mr. & Mrs. Bradshaw Universe, which is sort of a first for me, so I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Travel anxiety, some very mild angst, discussions of parental death, brief language, lots of fluff.

If you had to rank your preferred modes of transportation, flying would probably be at the bottom of the list, beat only perhaps by public bus or bicycle. It seemed that no matter how hard you tried to make it as smooth and easy a journey as possible, your experiences at the airport always turned into one catastrophe after another.

Your flight this morning was supposed to take off at 9:30am, which meant that you had scheduled the start of your day to ensure that you would be at the airport no later than 7:15, accounting for traffic and long lines at check-in and security. That, of course, meant that you had to leave your best friend, Katie’s house in Fredericksburg at 5:45 on the dot in order to make the sixty-one mile trip to Charlottesville-Albemarle Airport, and that was being generous. If the two of you stopped for coffee—which Katie insisted was a must—that alone had the potential to derail your plans, which had you nervously fiddling with the bracelet you never took off, the one your dad had given you as a gift for your high school graduation.

“Relax,” Katie laughed, taking her eyes off the road for only a moment to reach out and squeeze your hands reassuringly, halting your anxious movements. “You’re going to get there with plenty of time to spare. There’s literally no one on earth who’s a more responsible flier than you. Have you ever even come close to missing a flight?”

“No,” you admitted sheepishly, taking a small sip of your hazelnut iced coffee. It did little to calm your nerves, but it was one of the best iced coffees you’d ever tasted.

“Of course you haven’t,” Katie smiled, her eyes back in front of her as she signaled to merge into another lane. “So just take a deep breath and enjoy all this gorgeous fall foliage. I’m going to get you there without incident, I promise.”

Katie knew better than pretty much anyone how much flying tended to stress you out. The two of you had been attached at the hip since the first day of kindergarten. Your friendship had survived all the ups and down of adolescence, boy drama, the separation of going to colleges hundreds of miles apart, heartache, loss, and so much more. She was truly the sister you never had, and you couldn’t be more grateful to have her in your life. Even now that you were living in San Diego, and Katie and her husband had moved to Fredericksburg, Virginia for Josh’s job, nothing could keep the two of you apart.

Using a little bit of the vacation time you’d accumulated at work, you’d taken a long weekend to fly out and surprise Katie for her and Josh’s housewarming party. It had been months since you had seen your best friend in person, and the two of you had spent the past few days acting like a couple of high schoolers, staying up all night eating junk food and keeping poor Josh awake with your loud and hysterical fits of laughter.

You hadn’t realized just how lonely you’d been, all by yourself in San Diego, until you’d witnessed up close how cozy and happy Katie’s life in Virginia was.

It wasn’t that you were jealous of Katie, not by any means. She and Josh had met in college, and you were thrilled that your best friend in the whole world had found her person, the one who was going to be there to hold her hand through life and love her through every up and every down. You had even shed a few happy tears when Katie had confided in you this past weekend that she and Josh were finally trying for a baby.

You weren’t jealous, but you desperately longed for what she had. While Katie and Josh had been happily in love since sophomore year, your love life had been decidedly marked by one failed relationship after another. The most painful of which had been your last boyfriend, Andrew. That breakup had been what had propelled you to accept the job offer that had taken you to San Diego almost a year ago.

“Screw Andrew!” Katie had told you as she’d helped you pack up your entire life into a few suitcases and boxes. “You’re headed to the Hottie Capital of America!”

“I must have missed that moniker on the travel brochures,” you responded dryly, although it was the first time you’d felt the urge to laugh in weeks.

“Um, hello, missy. It’s literally called ‘Fightertown USA,’” Katie said, stopping what she was doing to turn and face you, hands on her hips. “You’re going to end up with some sexy fighter pilot, and I am literally going to wither away with envy,” she giggled, winking at you.

“Yeah, right,” you smiled despite yourself, nudging her playfully.

“It’s true,” Katie sighed, feigning dramatics as she draped a hand across her forehead and swooned onto your bed. “I can see it now. You’re going to make the cutest little Marine or Navy wife.”

And yet, for all of Katie’s confidence, there you were, a whole year later, just as single as you had been when you’d first arrived in Fightertown.

It wasn’t to say you were completely on your own. You’d made some really good friends at work, and you got along with all of your neighbors. You’d even gone on a few dates with some guys from North Island. But none that ever went anywhere.

Spending the weekend with Katie and Josh, being reminded of just how in love the two of them were, made you wonder if it was ever going to be your turn.

“You okay?” Katie asked, breaking your silent reverie as she took the exit leading towards the airport in Charlottesville. It wasn’t necessarily the closest airport, but it was the only one for today that offered the flight you needed to get back home. “You seem so quiet.”

“Hm? Oh, yeah,” you nodded distractedly, smiling as you took another sip of your iced coffee. “Just a little tired, I guess.”

How could you possibly tell your best friend that seeing her happiness caused an ache inside your chest that hurt like nothing else you’d ever known? You couldn’t. It made you feel guilty enough just to admit it to yourself.

“Feeling a little nervous about your flight?” she pressed, reaching for her own iced coffee as the car came to a halt at a red light. “I know it’s long, and you hate connecting flights, but I stuck some Benadryl packets in your bag, if that helps at all. It sucks that you have such a hard time sleeping on planes.”

Smiling, you leaned over and pressed an affectionate kiss to her cheek. What had you ever done to deserve such a good friend? And there you were, lamenting about all the things she had that you didn’t.

“You’re the best,” you told her sincerely, giving her shoulder a small squeeze. “I’m so glad I was able to get down here this weekend.”

Katie beamed brightly, reaching up to squeeze your hand before placing hers back on the steering wheel. “You’re telling me. It was the best surprise ever. I’m just sad I can’t keep you here longer.”

“I’ll be back soon,” you promised, trying to mentally calculate when you might be able to get time off from work again.

“Maybe you can come down for Christmas this year?” Katie suggested hopefully, glancing over at you with her big green eyes.

“Maybe,” you nodded, twisting your bracelet once more as you saw the signs for the airport approaching. “Or maybe I can fly you and Josh out to San Diego.”

“Oh, yes! Christmas on the beach? Sounds perfect,” Katie grinned, looking out for the sign for departing flights.

All too soon, Katie was pulling up in front of the Delta terminal where your flight would be taking off in just a few hours.

“See? Only 7:11! I got you here ahead of your insane schedule, even with the stop for coffee,” your best friend teased, a twinkle in her eye as she indicated the time on the dashboard.

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved her off, laughing out loud as she swatted your hand jokingly.

The two of you climbed out of the car to grab your luggage from the trunk. You’d done your best to pack lightly, which was never an easy task for you, even just for a weekend trip. But somehow, you’d managed to squeeze everything you needed into a carry-on bag. Well, that and a giant duffel that you were claiming was a purse.

“Ugh, goodbyes make me crazy,” Katie shook her head, clearly trying to hide the tears that were brimming in her eyes, which caused tears to spring to your eyes as the two of you reached for each other.

“I love you so much,” you told her, squeezing her tightly as she rocked you back and forth in her arms. “I’ll call you when I land.”

“Text me when you get to your gate,” she said, pulling back and taking your hands in hers. “And let me know if there are any cuties on your flight,” she added with a grin, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“I doubt I’m going to bag any cuties looking like this,” you countered sarcastically, indicating the yoga pants and oversized sweatshirt you’d donned that morning, as well as the messy bun you’d thrown your hair into.

“Shut up, you’re gorgeous no matter what,” Katie scolded you, swatting you on the butt. “Now get going. We wouldn’t want you being late or anything like that,” she joked.

You laughed as well, though your heart ached a bit as you grabbed the handle of your suitcase and began turning towards the doors of the terminal.

“Love you! Talk to you soon!” Katie called out, waving and blowing kisses.

You threw one more wave your best friend’s way, then disappeared inside the terminal, which was already fairly crowded despite the early hour.

As expected, despite the fact that you’d taken pains to get there early and make sure you were on top of everything, the unlucky cloud that seemed to follow you whenever you flew made its appearance once again.

You of course ended up on the slowest moving line at security, only to be heavily questioned by the TSA agent who seemed to be under the impression that you looked nothing like the photo on your driver’s license. Then, when you finally got to the security scanners, you set off the metal detector and had to be publicly groped by another sour-faced TSA agent. As if that wasn’t bad enough, your suitcase was “randomly selected” for extra testing and security checks.

Katie may have loved to tease you about it, but this was precisely the reason why you always left as early as you did to get to the airport.

By the time you were finally rolling your suitcase towards your gate, you were feeling more frazzled than ever. Naturally, the gate had changed since your boarding pass had been printed, and now you had to trek halfway across the airport to find the new one.

You wondered what it felt like to be one of those lucky travelers whose gate was right at the center of the terminal, right near all the restaurants and shops. It had never been you. Without fail, no matter where or when you were flying, your gate always ended up being at the farthest corner of the terminal.

When you finally arrived, triple checking that the gate number matched your flight information, you let out a heavy sigh as you grabbed an open seat at the end of the row. To your surprise, you found that you were seated right next to an open outlet. You never got that lucky.

Turns out, you really did never get that lucky. When you plugged your phone in, you found that it wasn’t charging. Evidently, the outlet was open because it didn’t actually work.

Muttering under your breath, you unplugged your charger and threw it back into your duffel bag. At least your phone was still on 74%. You’d much prefer to have it fully charged, but this would do until you could charge it on the plane.

Glancing down, you realized that you had missed a text from Katie.

At the gate yet???

Rolling your shoulders back and getting more comfortable in your seat, you opened up the message so that you could send a quick response.

Just got here. You’d think I was on the No Fly List with how long it took me to get here.

Katie must have made good time getting home, because it wasn’t long before your phone was buzzing with another text.

😂😂😂 Get yourself a drink!

Katie, it’s not even 9am…

So? A mimosa then!

You laughed, shaking your head. A mimosa didn’t actually sound like such a bad idea right now. Neither did a large iced coffee. But now that you’d finally made it to your gate, you didn’t feel like dragging all your stuff with you across the terminal once again. And you didn’t feel comfortable leaving your things behind, unattended or even in the care of a stranger. Maybe you’d just order one on the plane.

When your phone buzzed again in your lap, you looked down and saw that it was another text from Katie.

Any cuties to share that mimosa with???

You were about to text her back that right now, the only cuties you could see were an adorable four-year-old and an elderly couple who must have been in their eighties when suddenly, the most gorgeous man you had ever seen in your life appeared, as if out of thin air. You were suddenly glad you didn’t have a mimosa or an iced coffee in hand, for you were certain that you would have spit it out in shock upon seeing this guy.

Jaw hanging open and eyes widening, your brain was too fuzzy from lack of sleep to remind you that it was wholly inappropriate and rude to stare.

He truly had to be the hottest man you had ever seen up close in real life. Tall, with broad, thick shoulders and a muscular build. His hair was a golden brown that looked like it was touched frequently by the sun—as did his skin, which was an amusing combination of both tan and pink, as though he should have applied just a pinch more sunscreen than he had. Most surprising of all was the mustache that made your stomach do a strange little flip. You usually weren’t all that attracted to facial hair of any sort, and most guys couldn’t pull off the mustaches they tried to sport, but this particular mustache was the sexiest thing you had ever seen. And somehow, despite not knowing this man from a hole in the wall, you couldn’t imagine him without it. It was like it was a part of his DNA.

Thankfully, he was still staring down at his boarding pass, so he hadn’t noticed your intense scrutiny. Coming to your senses, you closed your mouth and quickly averted your gaze, your cheeks growing hot with embarrassment. How mortifying. Imagine if he had looked over and caught you staring at him, gaping like a fish out of water?

Still, despite your self-consciousness at the thought of getting caught, you couldn’t help but steal another glance in his direction, this time out of the corner of your eye. He looked even taller this time around. It probably had something to do with the way he carried himself, an easy confidence pouring off him. This man knew he was hot stuff, of that you were sure. But there was also something unassuming about him, something quiet and almost humble. He was dressed in a pair of dark sweatpants and an old UVA T-shirt, nothing fancy or flashy. Somehow, however, he managed to pull it off even better than a three-piece suit.

You were startled out of your observations when your phone buzzed again. It was Katie, emphasizing her last message impatiently.

Do you have some kind of magic powers that I was unaware of to make hotties appear out of nowhere? Right when you texted me, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen walked up to my gate.

‼️‼️ GO TALK TO HIM!!! ‼️‼️

At the mere suggestion of going to talk to that guy, your stomach erupted into butterflies. Looking up once again, you saw that he had evidently confirmed he was at the right gate, and had settled down in a seat a couple rows over, facing away from you. God, even the back of his head was handsome.

Are you crazy? This guy is seriously the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. I look like a homeless lady that wandered in off the street. I am NOT talking to him!

Your phone buzzed angrily a moment later.

Will you shut up before I drive back there to hit you upside the head?! YOU are gorgeous!!! Who cares if you have no make-up on and your hair’s in a messy bun? It’s called airplane chic! You’re still completely stunning. He would be LUCKY to have a girl as hot as you want to talk to him!

Chewing your bottom lip, you looked up again, trying not to be obvious as your eyes slowly wandered over the people at your gate, until they landed on him once more. He was on the phone this time, having an animated conversation with whoever was on the other end of the line. Occasionally, he would turn slightly in your direction and you could catch a glimpse of his side profile.

Damn, this man was seriously perfect from every angle.

“Alright, Mav, I’ll see you when I land,” you heard him say—not that you were trying to eavesdrop—before he hung up the phone and dropped it back onto his lap.

It was then that you noticed his phone was plugged into the outlet next to his seat.

Maybe this could be your opportunity? You could casually walk over and see if there were any other open outlets near his. Perhaps you could even make a joke about how it was just your luck that the outlet near your seat wasn’t working. Maybe he’d laugh and tell you some horror story from his travel experiences and the two of you would end up talking until you exchanged numbers. Maybe there was some tiny, infinitesimal chance that this stunning man would actually be charmed by you and possibly even the teensiest bit interested.

Or maybe you would just remain rooted to your seat, terrified to move as you stared at the back of his head.

You were already anticipating the text from Katie when your phone buzzed once again.

The reason you’re not answering me better be because you’re in the middle of a conversation with Mr. Hottie from your gate!!!

Biting down on your lip, you turned your phone over, not knowing how to tell your best friend that you were too much of a chicken to get out of your seat and approach this guy.

At that moment, however, you were suddenly saved, at least somewhat, when a member of the flight crew announced that they were about to begin boarding. Forgetting about Katie’s texts and the hot guy sitting several feet away from you for a moment, you began gathering together all your belongings, making sure you hadn’t forgotten anything.

When your boarding group was called, you did one final sweep around your seat, securing the strap of your duffel bag up on your shoulder and wrapping one hand around the handle of your carry-on before making your way to the line extending from the counter.

As you stepped up behind the elderly couple you’d noticed earlier, your boarding pass slipped out of your hand, floating through the air despite your best attempt to reach for it, and landing somewhere behind you.

Turning to find it, you nearly collided with the tall wall of man behind you, who was bending at the same time to grab it off the floor.

“Oh!” you gasped, startled to find that Mr. Hottie, as Katie had dubbed him, was not only standing behind you in line, but was also holding your boarding pass in his hand, glancing down at it.

“San Diego with a layover in Atlanta, huh?” he grinned, glancing from the boarding pass up to your face. Unsurprisingly, he had a beautiful set of whiskey-colored eyes that made your stomach do the same strange little flip that his mustache had induced. Oh, and up close, the mustache was even sexier.

“Oh, um, yeah,” you nodded dumbly, your tongue suddenly feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds as your brain short-circuited and couldn’t come up with a single worthwhile thing to say.

“Glad to know I’m not the only one,” Mr. Hottie went on, holding your boarding pass out to you. “Looks like we’ve got a long day of flying ahead of us.”

Mouth hanging open, you slowly reached out and took the boarding pass from him, trying frantically to think of something—anything—to say. He was flying to San Diego, too? You were on the same exact flight? Including the same layover?

“I—I—”

“Hey, the line's moving!” someone from the back called out, sounding annoyed.

Turning back over your shoulder, you were mortified to see that the elderly couple in front of you had disappeared and you were, in fact, holding up the line.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry,” you mumbled, ducking your head as you clutched your boarding pass and reached out for your carry-on. “Thanks again for grabbing this for me,” you told Mr. Hottie, waving your boarding pass slightly before turning and practically running towards the counter.

With his long stride, he caught up to you in no time, his smile friendly and warm as the two of you joined the line of people waiting to board the airplane.

“You weren’t holding anyone up,” he whispered down to you, as if it was some special secret the two of you were sharing. “I don’t know what that guy was in such a rush for. To move from that line to this one? We’re all getting out of here at the same time.”

You smiled at his words, feeling comforted by his reassurance. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Some people are just always in a hurry.”

The two of you were quiet after that, and you wondered if that would be the end of the conversation. You were casting around for anything else you could talk about when he suddenly asked you, “So are you leaving home or heading home?”

Your heart fluttered at his question. If he didn’t want to keep talking, he wouldn’t have asked that, right?

“Heading home,” you told him, fiddling shyly with your bracelet. You laughed softly. “It’s still kind of weird saying that. I’ve only been in San Diego for about eleven months.”

He raised his eyebrow, one corner of his mouth turning up in a smile. “Yeah? Well, I know I’m a little late, but welcome to Fightertown. I hope it’s been treating you well.”

“Oh, it has been,” you nodded, making sure to pay attention to when the people in front of you began moving forward. “I take it you’re heading home then, too?”

“I am,” he grinned, shouldering the backpack he was carrying with him. “Well, actually, I’m kind of leaving home and heading home,” he amended. At your curious look, he explained, “I’m from Virginia originally, but I live in San Diego now. I guess you could say I’m a transplant, just like you,” he added with a chuckle. “Are you from Virginia, too?”

“New York, actually,” you told him, as the two of you followed the flow of people towards the plane. “But my best friend and her husband moved to Fredericksburg recently, so I was spending the weekend with them.”

“Ah, that’s a nice area,” he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced down at you with a smile. At your unspoken question, he said, “I was actually down for a reunion weekend at my school. I went to UVA.”

“I gathered,” you replied teasingly, indicating his T-shirt.

Glancing downward, he shook his head and laughed. “Almost forgot I threw this on when I woke up. Trying to get to the airport on time is a real pain, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely,” you agreed with a laugh, adjusting your hold on your duffel bag. “Flying is definitely one of my least favorite modes of transportation.”

“Hmm, I don’t know if I’d say that,” he said in reply, an amused look on his face.

Before you could ask him what was so funny, however, you were being welcomed aboard the plane by the stewardesses, who were all smiling and indicating that they expected you to keep moving down the aisle.

Your heart dropped slightly at the abrupt end to your conversation. Now the two of you were going to go to your separate seats, and he’d probably forget all about you. It was one thing to make idle conversation with a stranger while on line, but you doubted he had any real interest in continuing the conversation beyond that.

Sighing softly, you rolled your suitcase down the aisle, pausing every now and then as the people in front of you put their bags in the overhead bins and got themselves sorted. When you finally reached Row 22, you stopped and looked back at Mr. Hottie with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, this is me. I’ll just be a minute,” you told him, pushing down the handle of your carry-on.

“No worries, this is me,” he grinned, indicating Row 21. “I even snagged the window seat,” he added with a wink.

Your mouth went dry. He had the window seat of Row 21. You had the window seat of Row 22. He was sitting directly in front of you.

“Here, let me help you with that,” he said, reaching for your carry-on bag and easily hefting it above his head, sliding it into the overhead bin for you. “Do you need me to put this one up there, too?” he asked, pointing towards your duffel bag.

“Oh, no, it’s okay,” you shook your head, holding onto the strap of your bag. “I’m going to keep this one with me. Thanks a lot,” you smiled, not even noticing the line of disgruntled people that was beginning to form behind the two of you.

“No problem,” he smiled, starting to slide into his row with his backpack still on his back. “Have a great flight.”

“You, too,” you replied, a little sadly, as you crawled into your row, doing your best to ignore the annoyed looks some people were throwing your way.

Needless to say, it was just your luck that the impatient man from the boarding line ended up sitting right beside you. You tried to smile at him, but he just grunted and put his headphones on, completely ignoring you.

Fine by you. Pulling your phone out, you found that you had a whole new series of texts from Katie, demanding to know exactly what was happening.

On the plane now. We should be taking off soon. I talked a little bit to Mr. Hottie. Are you happy?

It didn’t take long at all for her to respond. You could imagine that she had been sitting by her phone, waiting eagerly for your message.

Eeeee, yes, very! What did you guys talk about? Are you sitting near each other on the plane? Did you exchange numbers??? Send me a picture!!!

You laughed softly to yourself as you tried your best to answer all the questions your excited friend had asked you.

Just small talk. He’s actually flying home to San Diego, too. He went to UVA and was there for a reunion weekend. We did not exchange numbers and I’m not going to be a creepy stalker and take a picture of him, but he actually is sitting in the seat right in front of me.

OMG, IT’S FATE!!! So he has the same layover and everything??? And he’s FROM San Diego?! Babe, this is the guy for you!!! You’ve got to keep talking to him!

How would you suggest I do that? Just tap him on the shoulder and whisper into his ear the whole time?

It’s only a couple hours to Atlanta, and then you’ll have the layover, and then another four and half hours to San Diego. You could practically be engaged by the time you land! Just slip him a little note or something. Give him your number!

Your stomach was doing somersaults at the mere thought. Between the two of you, Katie had always been the more outgoing one. She would have no problem slipping a note with her phone number on it to a complete stranger, putting herself out there for the possibility of rejection and utter humiliation. You, on the other hand, preferred to play it safe. It was much more comfortable that way. And sure, maybe you’d never met your Josh the way Katie had, but at least you’d never been hurt too badly, right?

Unbidden, you thought of Andrew and felt bile rise in your throat.

Luckily, you were saved from having to answer Katie right away when the cabin crew made the announcement that it was time to shut down all electronics. Switching your phone onto airplane mode, you slipped it into the front pocket of your duffel bag and took a deep breath, buckling your seatbelt and closing your eyes.

Takeoff was your least favorite part of any flight. When you were a little girl, your parents used to make funny faces and sing silly songs to distract you from your terror. Even now as an adult who was flying all on her own, you still tried to remember the sound of their voices as the plane began its ascent.

It didn’t take too long before you were finally cruising at 18,000 feet and the captain turned off the seatbelt sign. Since you were a Delta SkyMiles member, you got free Wi-Fi on all your flights, so you immediately reached to turn your phone back on to let Katie know you had taken off safely.

As soon as your phone connected with the Wi-Fi, it was instantly flooded with a slew of text messages. A couple were from some of your friends back in San Diego, wishing you a safe and easy flight, but most were from your crazy best friend.

Don’t think you can use being on a plane as an excuse not to answer my texts!

I know you’re a SkyMiles member and you can see these messages!

You better answer me!!!

Shaking your head, you quickly tapped out a quick message in response.

Took off safely. Thinking of watching a movie before we land in Atlanta. You’re crazy and I am not slipping him a note.

Your phone was blessedly quiet for the next several minutes, and part of you hoped that Katie had given up this ridiculous notion. Knowing her as long as you had, however, you should have figured that wouldn’t be the case.

What’s the worst that could happen? He doesn’t answer you? The two of you never talk again? You’ve never seen this guy before in your life, and the chances are good that you’ll never see him again after this. So if you put yourself out there and it doesn’t work out, who cares? At least you tried. And sure, it might be a little embarrassing at first, but like I said, you’ll never have to see him again. But what if you thought about it the other way around? What if it DOES work out? What if this could be the start of something great? Would you really just want to walk away, wondering what could have been and regretting that you didn’t take a chance? You deserve to be loved so, so, SO much! And I know that you have so much love to give! This guy would be lucky if you chose him. Just give it a try, will you? For me? Please! You can’t see it, but I’m giving my best puppy dog face right now. And sending you all the best vibes! You can do this! I love you! ♥️

You groaned at your best friend’s heartfelt message. How could you possibly say no to that? You knew Katie just wanted the best for you, and she wanted you to be happy. You wanted to be happy, too. What if she was right? What if this was your chance? Would you be a fool to just walk away from it without even trying? Like Katie said, at least if you tried, you could say you’d done all you could. And if it didn’t work, then Mr. Hottie just wasn’t the one for you. No harm, no foul.

You were starting to feel like you might need to make use of the vomit bag tucked securely in the seat pocket in front of you when the stewardess stopped at your row to offer you all snacks and beverages. You gratefully accepted a can of ginger ale and a packet of pretzels, nibbling on them slowly in an attempt to settle your roiling stomach.

You were being an idiot. There was no reason to be so dramatic about all this. You could write a quick note and pass it up to him, then pretend it had never happened. Seriously, what was the worst that was going to happen? He was going to get up and make an announcement over the loudspeaker that the girl sitting in 22A was a pathetic, lonely loser? You doubted that very much.

Before you could lose your nerve, you reached into the front pocket of your duffel bag and pulled out the pen you always kept there. Turns out, it really did come in handy. Mercifully, the grumpy man beside you was already snoring, so you could write your note in peace without being worried about him seeing what you were doing.

Hand shaking slightly, you penned a quick letter to the handsome, charming man in 21A.

Hi there. I realized in all our talking that I never caught your name. But it might be good to know, seeing how we’re layover buddies and all. Hope you’re enjoying the flight so far.

You signed your name at the bottom, and then took a deep breath, reading over what you had written on the back of your Delta napkin. It sounded impossibly stupid, but you’d come this far and you weren’t going to turn back now. What was it that people on the internet were always saying? Something about shooting your shot?

Breathing through your nose to avoid getting sick, you reached out a trembling finger and lightly tapped the broad shoulder that you saw peeking out from the seat in front of you. You suddenly realized that he may have been asleep and panicked at the thought of waking him up, but he shifted immediately at your touch and you could tell that he was turning towards you.

Not wanting to meet his eye, you immediately thrust your napkin into the small open space between your seats and the windows, silently praying that he would take it from you instead of laughing in your face.

A second later, you felt his large fingers brush against yours as he took your little note, shifting in his seat once more so that he was facing front again.

What had you just done? Oh, God, there was still another hour left to go on this flight, then a layover, and another four and half hours to San Diego. True, you would never have to see him again after you landed in California, but that was still a lot of time left to have to be in proximity to him if all of this blew up in your face.

You were just about ready to launch yourself out of one of the emergency exits when you suddenly looked up and realized that there was a small white napkin hovering above your head.

Mr. Hottie in 21A was reaching back with your note in hand. Your stomach plummeted and your face and neck grew warm with shame at the thought of him returning the letter you’d written him, until you noticed the red ink on the back of it. 

You’d written your note in black ink.

Slowly reaching out, you took the napkin from his hand, your fingers brushing against each other once more. His were large and warm and calloused and made goosebumps rise on your arm.

Pulse beating rapidly, you turned over the napkin to see the response he had written on the back. His handwriting was a bit messy, more of a scrawl than anything, but it made you smile to look at it.

What was I thinking, not properly introducing myself to my layover buddy? Hope you can forgive me. My name is Bradley. I don’t suppose there’s any chance you’ve got some Wi-Fi on this flight, do you? If you do, feel free to text me. We seem to be dangerously low on napkins.

At the bottom, he’d written his cell phone number.

Pressing a hand over your mouth, it took everything in you to swallow back the squeal of delight that rose up your throat. It worked! Katie’s silly plan had actually worked! Oh, she was going to gloat about this forever when you told her.

Beaming brightly, you pulled out your cell phone. As much as you loved her, Katie could wait right now. You had an extremely gorgeous layover buddy to get in touch with.

Typing his number into your cell phone, you opened up a new message and contemplated what to say for a moment.

Layover buddies who both just so happen to have some inflight Wi-Fi? Clearly it’s meant to be.

You hoped the message came across as cute and flirty instead of desperate and weird as you hit send, anxiously waiting to see if he would reply.

It took only a moment before your phone buzzed, Bradley’s name lighting up your screen.

Layover buddies who both just so happen have some inflight Wi-Fi AND spring for the window seats? Obviously it’s meant to be!

You smiled and were about to think up a reply when another message suddenly came though.

Oh, and to answer your note—I’m enjoying the flight a lot more now.

The butterflies went crazy in your stomach as you wrote back to him.

Me, too. And that’s saying a lot, considering the four-year-old behind me hasn’t stopped kicking my seat since we boarded.

Bradley only took seconds to reply.

Oof, that’s rough. If I could switch seats with you, I would. But I have to admit that I’m very happy that you’re not kicking my seat.

Wouldn’t be too sure about that, you sent back teasingly before lightly nudging his seat with your foot.

Hey! I thought we were friends!

We’ll see 😉

You and Bradley went back and forth like that for the entire remainder of your flight to Atlanta, the banter light and easy as you teased and joked with each other. You even ended up playing a game of 20 Questions, in which you learned, among other things, that Bradley’s favorite color was red, he once broke his arm when he was seven years old, and he absolutely despised peas.

As the captain announced that you would soon begin preparing for your final descent, you shot off a quick message to Katie, who you had woefully neglected during your conversation with Bradley.

I owe you one. The pep talk and the plan actually worked—I’m texting Mr. Hottie as we speak! Update you soon. We’re about to land in Atlanta.

Just as you sent the message off to your friend, another text from Bradley arrived.

Looks like we’re going to have to turn off our phones, layover buddy. I’ll see you when we land. Food? I’m starving.

Grinning, you had to pinch yourself to check that this wasn’t some sort of elaborate dream.

Same. I’ll race you for some french fries.

You’re on.

When the plane finally landed and the captain turned off the seatbelt sign, everyone practically jumped out of their seats in a mad dash to see who could be the first to get their belongings out of the overhead bins. Since you and Bradley were in the window seats, you took your time, knowing you weren’t getting off the plane anytime soon.

You were surprised, however, when he suddenly popped his head over the back of his seat, grinning down at you. “Good thing our next flight doesn’t leave for a couple hours yet,” he said, indicating the crowd with a good-natured grin that made your heart melt.

You had almost been starting to think you’d exaggerated just how good-looking he was, but nope. He really was that hot.

“Plenty of time to grab those fries,” you laughed, smiling up at him.

When you and Bradley were finally able to step out into the aisle, he opened the bin above your head and reached for your suitcase.

“Let me take care of this for you,” he said, lowering it to the ground and lifting the handle so that he could wheel it up the aisle.

“Oh, you don’t have to,” you insisted, not wanting him to think that you expected him to carry your things for you.

“Hey, what are layover buddies for?” he winked, leading the way off the plane.

Once the two of you were standing face to face in the middle of the airport terminal, you began to feel a little shy and self-conscious again. It had been easy to talk to Bradley via text, but now that you were gazing up at his handsome face again, you suddenly found yourself getting just as tongue-tied as before.

Bradley seemed to sense your nerves because he smiled warmly at you, his demeanor just as open and friendly as it had been the entire time you’d known him.

“How about we hunt down those fries?” he suggested, waiting until you smiled and nodded before turning and guiding you towards the main concourse.

The two of you ended up finding a quick and easy little fast food counter, where you ordered a couple burgers, a large order of fries, and some vanilla milkshakes with whipped cream and cherries. As soon as it became clear that Bradley was going to pay for both your meals, you tried to argue and insist on paying your share, but he wouldn’t hear it.

“My mom raised a gentleman, and she would kill me if she thought I was even thinking of letting my layover buddy pay for her lunch,” he told you, winking playfully as he handed his credit card to the employee behind the counter.

You took your suitcase from Bradley as he balanced the tray with your food in his hands, leading you to an empty table towards the end of the concourse.

“Your mom must be very proud of you, I’m sure,” you grinned, reaching eagerly for a fry and popping it into your mouth. “Did you get to see her while you were in Virginia?”

Bradley smiled, though his eyes suddenly looked a little sad. “Yeah. Yeah, you could say that.”

Deciding not to press the matter, you instead turned the attention to his college reunion. That led to the two of you happily swapping stories about your time in college, which landed you on the subject of what you do now.

“A naval aviator? Really? And a TOPGUN graduate? That’s very impressive,” you gushed, mentally picturing him in a flight suit. You’d gone on a couple dates with some naval aviators from North Island, but none as handsome or as charming as Bradley. You suddenly groaned and covered your face with your hand when you remembered what you’d said to him right before boarding the plane. “So that’s what you meant when I was saying that flying isn’t my favorite mode of transportation,” you murmured, feeling a little embarrassed.

Bradley threw his head back and laughed at that, looking genuinely amused. “Hey, I get it. Flying isn’t for everybody. Trust me, some days I wish I had just opted for a desk job,” he grinned, his muscles flexing as he stretched in his seat. “But there’s nothing quite like it, when you’re the one doing the flying. Maybe one day I can take you up in the air and change your mind.”

He looked across the table at you and held your gaze, and you felt sure in that moment that you would have promised him anything he asked.

“So what’s your call sign then?” you asked with a smile, resting your cheek in your hand as you looked into his eyes.

“Oh, you know about that, huh?” he chuckled, the tips of his ears turning pink. “Well, uh, they call me Rooster.”

You had a feeling he expected you to laugh—maybe other girls in the past had—but you just grinned brightly in response. “I like it,” you said simply. “It suits you.”

He let out a small breath and smiled in return. “Thank you. My dad’s call sign was Goose. So I guess it runs in the family.”

“Your dad is in the Navy, too?” you asked curiously, lifting your milkshake and taking a sip.

Bradley cleared his throat slightly, looking down at his lap. “He was. He died in a training accident at TOPGUN when I was two.”

You sucked in a breath at your own carelessness and looked across at Bradley with empathy glowing in your eyes. “Oh, Bradley,” you murmured softly, reaching out and resting a hand over his. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he replied gently, a small smile on his face as he placed his other hand over yours. “But thank you.” He was quiet for a moment before he went on. “It was just me and my mom for a while, back home in Virginia. But she got sick when I was in high school, and she passed away my senior year.”

“Bradley,” you breathed out sadly, your heart breaking for him. You winced when you thought of what he’d said before, about seeing his mom while he was in Virginia.

“She and my dad are buried in my hometown, where I grew up. I go to see them at the cemetery whenever I’m back in town,” he explained, as if reading your thoughts.

“I’m sure that means a lot to them, and that they’re smiling down on you always,” you told him sincerely, squeezing his hand lightly.

He smiled up at you, the sadness in his expression lifting slightly. “I like to think so. I think they’d like you a lot,” he added, then looked away. He suddenly seemed embarrassed.

The two of you sat back, disentangling your hands as you sat in mildly awkward silence for a moment or two.

“What about your parents?” Bradley asked, clearly looking for a way to change the subject. “Do they still live in New York?”

It was your turn to look sad now. “Well, we actually have a lot in common, Bradley. Only I guess my story is sort of in reverse. My mom passed away when I was six years old. She got in a car accident on her way home from work. And my dad passed when I was a freshman in college. Lung cancer.”

“Shit,” Bradley muttered, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“It’s okay,” you cut him off, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. “You couldn’t have known. And it feels kind of nice talking about it with someone who I know understands. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” Bradley nodded, his expression serious as his dark eyes rested on your face. “Yeah, I do.”

You and Bradley sat in companionable silence as you finished your meals, then checked to see how much time you had before your connecting flight.

“I guess we should start making our way over to the gate,” you suggested, glancing at the time on your phone. You had about ten text messages from Katie, but you were too embarrassed to open them anywhere near Bradley.

Bradley nodded in agreement, wordlessly taking the handle of your suitcase and leading you back across the concourse.

“Hey, we got so distracted talking about my job that I never even asked what you do,” he suddenly realized once the two of you were seated at your gate, both your phones charging in a nearby outlet.

“Oh, yeah,” you smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair that had escaped your bun behind your ear. “Funny enough, I actually work for the Midway Museum,” you told him, glancing up at him, only to find that he was already gazing down at you.

“No way! Guess we’re both stuck aboard aircraft carriers for work then,” he chuckled. “What do you do?”

“Well, my official title is digital content specialist,” you said, biting down on your lower lip. You felt like it always sounded a bit pretentious. “Basically, I help run the museum’s digital accounts—social media, their website, email blasts, things like that. My degree is in marketing and communications, so that’s basically what I do.”

“That’s amazing,” Bradley said, and you could tell that he genuinely meant it. Some guys just pretended to be interested in your job as a pretense for trying to get into your pants, but you could tell that Bradley actually cared about what you had to say. He was actually listening. “Is that what brought you out to San Diego?”

“It is, actually. I had been applying to a few different places, and when I got word from the Midway that they were interested in hiring me, I thought that maybe it was the fresh start I needed,” you confessed.

“Has it been?” Bradley asked quietly.

“I think so,” you nodded slowly, absent-mindedly twisting your bracelet around your wrist. “It’s hard sometimes, being so far away from my best friend, Katie—the one I was visiting. She’s pretty much the only family I’ve got left. But I like the life that I’m building in San Diego.”

“That’s good. I’m glad to hear it,” Bradley smiled, his hand lightly brushing against yours as he shifted in his seat. He looked like he was about to say more when the flight crew called your boarding group.

“Looks like we’re going to be sitting near each other again, 21A,” you teased, glancing down at his boarding pass as the two of you rose and grabbed your phones.

“Glad to hear it, 22A,” he joked in return, holding up his phone and waving it back and forth. “And now my phone is fully charged for our trip back to San Diego, so let the texting commence.”

Giggling, you nodded as the two of you walked down the rampway side by side and made your way onto the plane and to your seats without incident. When you got there, however, you saw that there had been some confusion with a young family that looked to have four children under the age of eight. It seemed as though their tickets had gotten split up so that they weren’t all sitting next to each other, and the mother was frantic.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Bradley asked, quickly taking stock of the situation. When the woman looked up at him, clearly stressed out and worried he was going to yell at her, he smiled comfortingly. “I was just going to say that, if you’d like, you can have my seat. I’d be happy to take yours since it looks like it’s next to my friend here anyway. That way, we can all be comfortable and sit with the people we want to sit with.”

“Oh, thank you!” the young mother exclaimed, looking ready to hug Bradley. “Thank you!”

She and her husband quickly got their children settled, thanking Bradley a few more times for good measure, while he took your carry-on and set it in the overhead bin.

Once you had settled in your window seat, Bradley took the seat beside you, grinning impishly.

“Look at that. Now we don’t even need to waste the Wi-Fi,” he murmured, nudging you playfully.

“Things just have a way of working out for us today, don’t they?” you laughed, settling your duffel bag at your feet. “I’m just going to send a quick message to Katie, to let her know I made it onto my connecting flight,” you told him, reaching for your phone and quickly opening Katie’s messages so that Bradley wouldn’t see them.

“Good idea, I should text Mav,” Bradley said, grabbing his phone out of his pocket. At your confused look, he explained, “My godfather. He’s also in the Navy, and he also just so happens to be stationed out in San Diego. He’s going to pick me up at the airport.”

Nodding, you sent a brief text to your best friend, promising you would call her as soon as you got home, then settled in for the flight and tried to get as comfortable as possible.

As soon as you felt the plane jolt to life and begin taxing towards the runway, your chest grew tight and your grip on yours and Bradley’s shared armrest started to turn your knuckles white.

“Hey,” Bradley said softly, genuine concern in his voice as he glanced over and noticed how on edge you suddenly appeared. “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” you lied, keeping your gaze fixed straight ahead on the screen in front of you, which was currently playing some Delta commercial that your brain could scarcely register.

“I think your death grip on our armrest would suggest otherwise,” he pressed gently, his tone remaining light and good-humored. “You trying to take that thing with you?”

Startled, your nervous trance was broken and you glanced down to see what Bradley was talking about. Sure enough, your nails were digging into the armrest so intensely that you wouldn’t have been surprised if they left little crescent-shaped marks in their wake.

Letting out a shaky laugh, you looked up at the man beside you ruefully. “Okay, truth be told, I get a little anxious during takeoff,” you confessed, biting your lip in embarrassment. He would probably think that was silly. He was a fighter pilot, after all. His day job involved flying multi-million dollar aircrafts for the military. And here you were, acting like a scaredy cat over a commercial Delta flight.

Bradley’s eyes crinkled in a way that you found devastatingly charming as he smiled over at you. The look on his face was kind, without a single trace of mocking humor.

“Want to know a secret?” he whispered, leaning in closer to you so that his nose was nearly pressed against your cheek and you could feel his breath on your skin. “So do I.”

“You’re kidding,” you scoffed, shooting him a skeptical look. He was probably just trying to be nice. “But you’re a naval aviator!”

“Yeah, but I’m not the one flying this plane, am I?” he retorted with a lopsided grin. “It’s hard to put the reins in someone else’s hands. So I understand being nervous. Hell, I still get a little nervous sometimes when I’m flying an F-18. Just don’t tell anyone I said that,” he added, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

“Oh, of course not,” you giggled, smiling over at him. Glancing out the window, you realized that his conversation had distracted you so much, you hadn’t even noticed that the plane had finished its approach towards the runway and was officially waiting for takeoff.

Some of your nerves returned, and you gripped the armrest once more, but this time, you felt Bradley’s large, yet gentle fingers close over yours. Surprised, you turned your head sharply and instantly met his gaze. It was direct and disconcertingly open as he looked deeply into your eyes.

“It’s okay,” he assured you in a low voice, squeezing your fingers comfortingly. “We’re going to be okay.”

“My parents used to sing to me during takeoff,” you found yourself blurting out suddenly, your cheeks growing warm at the admission. “I can remember my mom doing it when I was a little girl, and my dad used to do it for me even when I was in high school,” you explained shyly, lowering your eyes to your lap.

At that moment, your stomach dropped as the plane suddenly began hurtling forward, seeking enough momentum to become airborne.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to recall the sound of your parents’ voices in order to calm your racing heart. But a new voice suddenly entered the mix as you felt your newfound flying buddy lean across the armrest, his warm body pressing against your side as he sang quietly in your ear.

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain…”

Wait a second. You knew that song. Where did you know that song from?

“Too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, but what a thrill…”

Yes, you definitely knew that song. It was on one of the records your parents used to play when you were a little girl. Was it Jerry Lee Lewis?

Gasping in recognition, you whisper-sang the next lyric in harmony with Bradley—“Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!”

He laughed in delight when you began singing along, squeezing your hand with an affectionate grin. “And would you look at that,” he said, nodding towards the window. “We’re airborne. Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Shocked, you followed his line of vision and were taken aback to see that you were already ascending into the clouds, leaving the city of Atlanta far behind. That had been one of the smoothest takeoff experiences you’d had in—well, you couldn’t even remember how long.

“I barely even noticed!” you exclaimed, focusing your attention back on Bradley. You smiled gratefully, your heart melting at the adorable puppy dog look on his face. “Thank you, Bradley.”

You noticed at that moment that he still hadn’t let go of your hand, and your pulse began to quicken, but this time for entirely different reasons.

“You’re welcome,” he murmured in response, his voice low and suddenly husky. It did something to you, that deep, raspy voice of his. “Happy to do it.” He squeezed your hand gently once more, then slowly—almost hesitantly—let it go.

“I haven’t heard that song in the longest time,” you told him, resting back against your seat. “My parents used to listen to it.”

Bradley smiled slightly. “It’s the one song I can actually remember my dad singing. He loved to sing and play the piano. My mom had tons of home videos of him doing it. But that song—that song I can actually remember hearing him sing, you know? I was so young when he—well—I can remember that one. And that’s why it’s my favorite to sing and play.”

“You play the piano, too?” you asked, impressed. “Wow, a man of many talents.” You nudged him playfully, a big smile on your face.

“I’ll have to show you what I can do,” Bradley replied, winking.

Your stomach fluttered at the implication that he might actually want to see you again after today.

“I’d like that,” you admitted, ducking your head shyly. You suddenly felt much more aware of everything around you, particularly every inch of your muscular seatmate. Goodness, he really was huge, wasn’t he? Chewing nervously on your bottom lip, you began fidgeting with your bracelet, tugging at it absent-mindedly.

“That’s a pretty bracelet,” Bradley commented, pointing at it as he watched you twist it back and forth around your wrist. “A gift?” he asked lightly, his tone almost a little too casual.

“Mhm,” you nodded, smiling fondly as you gazed down at it. You could still remember the day you opened it. “My dad bought it for me as a present when I graduated high school. I never take it off.”

“Ah,” Bradley nodded, appearing surprisingly relieved. He was quiet for a moment or two, looking like he was mulling over something. Then he turned towards you and asked, “So, um, is there anybody waiting for you in San Diego? Anyone, uh, special, I mean?” he asked, his cheeks and his ears turning red as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You felt your own skin grow warm in response. Was Bradley asking if you had a boyfriend? And was he embarrassed about it? Just when you thought this man couldn’t possibly charm you any more than he already had.

“Not unless you count my neighbor, Mrs. Flores. She really appreciates it when I walk her dog on the weekends,” you told him, your lips twitching as you tried to maintain a straight face.

Caught off guard by your response, Bradley let out a loud laugh, covering his mouth with one hand as he glanced down at you, eyes twinkling.

“I’m sure Mrs. Flores will be very happy to see you back again,” he nodded, tapping his fingers on his tray table.

The two of you sat in silence for a couple minutes until you finally glanced up and said, “I had actually just gotten out of a long-term relationship right before I moved to San Diego. It was kind of the catalyst for why I decided to take the job at the Midway Museum.”

“Oh, really?” Bradley asked, eyebrows shooting up. Then he cleared his throat, shaking his head. “I mean, I’m sorry to hear that. If it’s too personal, we don’t have to talk about it.”

“No, it’s okay,” you sighed, twirling your bracelet a few times as you thought back on your last failed relationship. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt as much as it normally did. Maybe time really did heal all wounds. You took a deep breath before you elaborated. “Andrew and I were together for four years. For a long time, I really thought he was the one. Katie was convinced that he was going to propose on our trip to Greece. It was a dream vacation for me. I had the whole thing planned out for months and months. And I really started to let myself believe that it was going to happen.”

Bradley sat quietly, watching you carefully as he attentively took in every word you uttered.

“We were in Athens, and I had the whole day planned—all these tours and museums. But Andrew insisted that he was too tired since we had just traveled from Rhodes, and he begged me to let him stay behind at the hotel. Being the idiot that I am, I thought that maybe he wanted to put the finishing touches on his big proposal. So I went on the tours by myself. But the last tour ended early, so I came back to our hotel room a little sooner than expected.”

Your throat began to tighten as the story continued, the pain of what had happened next eclipsed only by your embarrassment that Bradley would soon know how pitifully your last relationship had ended. Why had you brought all this up?

“I’ll spare you all the details, but suffice it to say, I found Andrew in bed with one of the cocktail waitresses from the hotel bar. And to no one’s surprise, there was no ring and he never had any intention of proposing. So I flew home from Greece minus a boyfriend and with very little remaining of my dignity. Leaving everything behind and starting fresh in San Diego seemed like a really good idea, so when the Midway contacted me, I jumped at the offer. And here I am,” you finished with a self-conscious laugh, shrugging your shoulders awkwardly.

Bradley didn’t say anything at first, just continued to stare at you in a way that had you feeling distinctly exposed. Your fingers immediately went to your bracelet once again, nervously fidgeting and waiting for him to say something.

Reaching out, he placed his hand over yours and stilled your movements gently. “First of all,” he began slowly, looking directly into your eyes. It seemed as though he was peering directly into your soul. “Andrew is a complete and total loser. If he didn’t know what he had in you, then he never deserved you to begin with. It’s his loss, and trust me, he’ll be regretting it for the rest of his life if he has even an ounce of sense.” His thumb brushed lightly against your knuckles, making your legs suddenly feel like Jell-O. “Second of all, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that, and I hope you know that the way that idiot treated you in no way says anything about you. I’ve only known you for a few hours, but I can see that that guy never deserved you to begin with.”

Feeling bashful, you lowered your head, trying to escape the intensity of Bradley’s dark eyes. It didn’t matter though—you could still feel his gaze.

“You don’t have to say that,” you murmured, not wanting him to think you had just unloaded all of this on him for sympathy points.

“I’m not just saying it,” he insisted, his voice serious. “You’re a special girl, and you deserve to be with someone who treats you that way.”

Someone like you?

The thought sprang unbidden to your mind, causing you to grow flustered. “Th–thank you,” you stammered, worried for half a second that Bradley could actually read your mind.

You were saved from having to make any further comment in that moment when the stewardess suddenly appeared with the food cart, asking you if you wanted any snacks or beverages.

You opted for a Diet Coke and popcorn, while Bradley took a Sprite and a bag of potato chips.

“What do you say? A little toast to my new flight buddy?” Bradley suggested teasingly, holding his can of soda out towards you.

You couldn’t help but smile, lightly tapping your can against his. “Cheers to us,” you laughed, taking a small sip.

“To us,” Bradley grinned. “You know,” he went on, after taking a gulp of his Sprite, “if you ever want to think about getting your pilot’s license, I’d be happy to have you as my wingman—er, woman.”

You laughed aloud at the notion, shaking your head. “Um, did you already forget about how well I handled takeoff? I’m not so sure anyone would trust me behind the controls of a plane.”

“I could teach you,” he shot back, waggling his eyebrows until you laughed again. “Or at the very least, take you up for a little joyride. I’d make sure to keep you safe.”

Your heart warmed at his words, and you found yourself wondering what it would be like to walk through life with this man, to have him be the one you came home to every day.

To have him be the one to make you feel like the most special girl in the world.

“I would like that,” you confessed, pushing your self-consciousness to the side as you looked into his eyes. “I would like that a lot.”

“So would I,” Bradley replied, his expression earnest.

For the next hour or two, you and Bradley shared some of the snacks you’d packed in your duffel bag and talked about everything and nothing at the same time. You had never felt so instantly at ease with someone who had been a complete and total stranger just a few hours earlier. The fact that he had been in San Diego all this time, right under your nose, and that it had taken a flight home all the way from Virginia for you two to actually meet felt like more than just a coincidence. It felt like this was exactly where you were supposed to be.

At some point, you must have finally succumbed to your exhaustion and fallen asleep because when the captain announced that you were making your final descent into San Diego International Airport, you were lifting your head off Bradley’s shoulder and blinking in confusion.

“Hello there, sleepyhead,” Bradley grinned, wiping a hand down his face and rubbing the sleep out of his own eyes.

“How long was I asleep?” you asked, stretching your arms over your head. “I never sleep on planes.”

“Well you definitely slept on this one. I’d say you were probably out for at least an hour and a half,” he told you, running a hand through his hair, which made his sunkissed curls stand on end. “I nodded out, too. Guess we both needed it, huh?”

“Yeah, guess so,” you nodded, smiling at him.

By the time you finally deplaned—after Bradley, of course, had insisted on taking down your carry-on suitcase from the overhead bin and rolling it through the airport for you—you were growing both eager and anxious with anticipation of what the end of your journey would look like.

You and Bradley technically already had each other’s phone numbers, so should you say something about getting together? Would that seem too brazen? Should you just text him tomorrow and hope that whatever spark had been ignited during your travels today wouldn’t be extinguished by the time you both got home?

All of those thoughts and more were running through your head as you and Bradley took the escalator down to baggage claim and the terminal exit.

“Do you, um, do you have somebody picking you up?” Bradley asked as the two of you stepped off the escalator. He stepped to the side to avoid the flow of the crowd, and you stepped with him. “Mrs. Flores perhaps?” he added with a teasing spark in his eye.

“No,” you giggled, shaking your head. “I was just planning to call an Uber.”

“No need,” he said, his chest puffing out ever so slightly. “Mav and I will give you a ride home. He should actually be here already,” he mumbled, almost to himself, as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his messages.

“Oh, you guys don’t have to do that. I wouldn’t want you going out of your way,” you hurried to tell him, noticing that Bradley still had his hand on the handle of your suitcase.

“Who says it would be going out of our way?” Bradley retorted with that impossibly charming smile of his. “Unless, of course, you’re more comfortable taking an Uber. I don’t want to make you feel like—”

“No, no, you’re not,” you interrupted, wanting to make it clear to him that you appreciated the offer.

Seemingly at an impasse, the two of you just looked at each other and started laughing.

“I would love a ride, thank you. If it’s not too much trouble,” you told him.

“Never,” Bradley insisted. “Besides, you put up with me all day. I owe you.”

“I could say the same thing,” you grinned, reaching into the front pocket of your duffel bag and pulling out your cell phone. “In the meantime, I should text Katie and let her know I landed safely and that you haven’t abducted me or anything,” you teased jokingly.

Too late, you realized your mistake.

“Ah, so you told Katie about me, huh?” Bradley smirked, looking just a tad too pleased with himself. “What did you say?”

“Oh, um, nothing, just that I made a friend while traveling,” you stammered in humiliation, your cheeks feeling like they were on fire. “I’m just, um, I’m going to step over there while you get your bag.”

“Sure, sure,” he laughed, winking at you as he hurried over to the baggage carousel to search for his suitcase.

“Oh my God, how stupid are you?” you muttered to yourself, mentally kicking yourself for your careless words as you sent off a quick message to your best friend to let her know you were alive.

A moment later, she texted you back.

YOU BETTER CALL ME THE MINUTE YOU GET HOME!!! I WANT EVERY. SINGLE. DETAIL!!!

Smiling, you dropped your phone back into your bag and looked up to see Bradley walking towards you, his suitcase in hand.

“Ready to head out?” he asked with a smile, watching as you grabbed the handle of your carry-on and did one quick scan to make sure you hadn’t dropped anything.

“Ready,” you nodded, following him outside to where a slew of Ubers and other cars were waiting to pick up their passengers.

“There’s Mav,” Bradley told you, pointing with his free hand towards the end of the pick-up line, where a handsome older man with dark hair and an easy smile was waving at you.

“Your godfather drives a Porsche?” you asked, your eyes nearly bugging out of your head at the sight of the vintage car. It was in pristine condition and you were certain it must have cost a small fortune.

“Technically, it’s his fiancée, Penny’s car, but she lets him drive it when he’s been good,” Bradley joked, resting a gentle hand on your back as he guided you through the crowd.

Bradley was quick to embrace his godfather when the two of you finally reached the Porsche, slapping him on the back before stepping back and holding out a hand to you. “Mav, I’d like you to meet my new travel buddy,” he grinned, introducing you by name.

Mav, as Bradley kept calling him, offered you one of those easy smiles as he held out his hand, which you took with a smile of your own.

“Ah, so this is the girl from the plane I’ve been hearing so much about,” Mav smirked, shooting a pointed look in his godson’s direction.

“Mav!” Bradley hissed through gritted teeth, his complexion instantly turning pink, even in the shade.

“Ah,” you smirked, feeling vindicated from your earlier blunder. “So you told Mav about me, huh?” you asked, nudging his side. “What did you say?” you teased, tossing back his question from before.

“Oh, he said plenty,” Mav jumped in, clearly enjoying watching Bradley squirm as he opened the passenger side door for you.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s crazy. All those Gs he’s always pulling have finally gone to his head,” Bradley protested, although he was smiling as he said it.

“Oh, I think I’m going to enjoy this car ride very much,” you giggled, winking at Bradley as you slid into your seat.

“Promise you’ll still like me by the time we get home?” Bradley whispered, leaning in close as he climbed in beside you.

You grinned up at him, thinking about how, for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel so alone. San Diego suddenly felt much more like home than it ever had.

“Promise.”

[emiliegorgeon]

Derniers signes de vie

Elisa Lam est étudiante à l’Université canadienne de Colombie britannique de Vancouver, où ses parents venus de Hong Kong se sont installés avant d'ouvrir leur restaurant. Enfin étudiante, l'est-elle encore? Il semble qu'à l’orée de cette seconde partie d'année scolaire, elle ne soit inscrite nulle part. Grâce à la presse américaine, on connaît en revanche son voyage à coups de bus et de trains le long de la Côte ouest avec davantage de précision. Avant Los Angeles, elle a vu San Diego et ses églises hispaniques. Après, elle espère bien jeter un œil sur Santa Cruz, l'une des capitales mondiales du surf qu'elle doit d'ailleurs rallier le 31 janvier en quittant l'hôtel Cecil. Seulement le 31 janvier, c'est aussi le jour où la silhouette d'Elisa Lam s'évanouit dans la nature.

Ses parents n'étaient déjà pas rassurés devant le départ solitaire de leur fille dans de si lointaines vacances, alors ils sont franchement effrayés lorsque celle-ci rompt ce même 31 janvier la promesse qu’elle leur a faite en quittant Vancouver: les appeler chaque soir. Ils atterrissent à Los Angeles dans les premiers jours de février et poussent le LAPD à s'intéresser à ce dossier, délicat par nature, de disparition d'une personne majeure. Mais les investigations patinent et les témoignages sont rares. Oh, il y a bien Katie Orphan, propriétaire du Last Bookstore, immense librairie de la ville, qui dit l'avoir vue dans son commerce, le 31 janvier, achetant des "livres et de la musique" pour ses proches, comme elle l'a expliqué depuis auprès de CBS. Mais c’est à peu près tout. Si Katie Orphan est l'une des dernières personnes à avoir vu Elisa Lam, elle ne remarque rien d'anormal.

Mais ce n'est pas à l'air libre, ni sous le soleil baignant les rues de Los Angeles et qu’on imagine inonder la librairie, que gît le mystère Elisa Lam. C'est bien entre les murs de l’hôtel que la vie de l’étudiante a connu son dernier et spectaculaire épisode. Et, sans nouvelles de la jeune fille, la police va décider de diffuser ce dernier en mondovision en le mettant en ligne sur son site internet.

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My Weekend Adventure Across Orange County: A Rolling Celebration to Remember

Hi, I’m Daniel, a graphic designer from San Diego. I spend most of my week sitting in front of a screen, designing layouts, fixing client requests, and juggling tight deadlines. As much as I love my job, sometimes I just need to hit pause, unplug from everything, and do something fun and different. That’s exactly what I did two weekends ago, and honestly, it turned out to be one of the most fun experiences I’ve had in a long time.

It all started with a simple idea: spend a weekend exploring Orange County with my friends, but do it in a way we’ve never tried before. We’ve had the usual beach days and bar nights. But this time, I wanted something that added a little luxury, convenience, and a whole lot of fun. That’s when someone in our group suggested booking a party bus.

I’ve heard about party buses, of course, but I’d never actually been on one. The idea sounded a bit extravagant at first, but the more we thought about it, the more it made sense. We wouldn’t need to drive. We could stick together the entire time. And the best part? The journey itself would be part of the experience, not just a way to get from place to place.

After looking online and checking out a few local companies, we came across 5starpartybusrental. Their website was easy to use, the buses looked awesome, and they had all kinds of rental options depending on group size and budget. We were a group of twelve, so we went with a mid-sized party bus that had wrap-around seating, cool lights, and a sound system we could connect our playlist to. From the start, they were professional, clear, and friendly during booking.

We kicked off our weekend with a party bus rental in Fullerton. Fullerton is a lively town with great food and nightlife, and it was a good meeting spot for our group since it’s pretty central. The moment the party bus pulled up, I knew this was going to be something special. It looked sleek and clean on the outside, but the inside was like walking into a mobile nightclub—cushioned leather seats, neon lighting, a mini bar setup, and the music already pumping softly in the background.

As we stepped onto the bus, the mood instantly lifted. People were smiling, clapping, and taking photos. We toasted with bottled sodas and sparkling water, took turns playing DJ, and even danced a little while cruising through the streets of Fullerton. We made a few stops at some of our favorite local bars. The beauty of it all was that we could hop in and out as a group and never worry about calling a ride or finding parking.

The next morning, after some well-deserved rest, we picked up right where we left off—this time with a party bus rental in Santa Ana. I’ve been to Santa Ana before, but never like this. Rolling through the arts district in a party bus just felt different. The energy was high, and the street murals, outdoor cafes, and buzzing crowds made everything feel alive.

We visited a weekend art market near downtown, then stopped at a trendy taco spot that had the best birria tacos I’ve ever had. With the bus parked just around the corner, it was easy to store our little market finds or take a break when needed. Having the bus there was like having a home base on wheels—secure, cozy, and ready whenever we were.

In the late afternoon, something unexpected happened. My best friend Julia pulled me aside and told me she had a surprise planned for just the two of us. I was curious but didn’t ask questions. That’s when she pointed to a sleek, black limo waiting nearby. She had secretly booked a limousine service in Santa Ana for a short private ride around town.

The limo was elegant, with dark-tinted windows and soft lighting inside. We took a quiet ride through the neighborhoods, talking about everything from old high school memories to plans for the future. It was a slower, more reflective moment in the middle of an otherwise loud and high-energy weekend. I really appreciated the calm, and honestly, the limo ride added an unexpected layer of depth to our trip. It reminded me that sometimes the best experiences are the ones that blend excitement with emotion.

After our limo ride, we rejoined the group, and our final evening on the party bus was the wildest part of the weekend. The sun was setting, the music was louder, and the laughter never stopped. We danced as the bus cruised along the Pacific Coast Highway, windows cracked to let in the ocean breeze. I remember sitting back at one point, just soaking it all in. Good friends, good vibes, and a unique way of experiencing a place I thought I already knew well.

We ended the night with a drive through Newport Beach, watching the harbor lights reflect off the water. By the time we returned to Fullerton, the party had slowly faded into calm chatter and sleepy smiles. Everyone agreed it was one of our best group trips yet.

Looking back, the weekend wasn’t just about partying. It was about connection—being able to spend quality time together in a way that felt easy, fun, and full of surprises. Having a party bus let us focus on each other and the experience, without the stress of logistics.

And I have to say, a big part of what made it all work was 5starpartybusrental. From the bus bookings to the limousine, everything was smooth and exactly as promised. The vehicles were clean, drivers were kind and punctual, and the whole experience felt personalized and thoughtful. You can tell they care about giving people more than just a ride—they want to help create memories.

Would I do it again? Absolutely. In fact, we’re already talking about booking another trip this summer. Maybe this time with a beach picnic or wine tour added in. There are so many possibilities when travel becomes part of the celebration.

If you’re ever thinking of planning a special weekend with friends or family and want something that mixes convenience with fun, don’t overlook the idea of a party bus. It might seem like a luxury at first glance, but when you consider everything it offers—group transportation, entertainment, bonding—it’s totally worth it. And trust me, the photos, stories, and laughter that come from that experience will stay with you for a long time.

So whether you’re from the area or just visiting Southern California, and whether you’re celebrating a birthday, reunion, or just need to escape the daily routine, consider rolling through Orange County in a party bus. Let the journey be just as fun as the destination.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 4.22

1500 – Portuguese navigator Pedro Álvares Cabral lands in Brazil (discovery of Brazil). 1519 – Spanish conquistador Hernán Cortés establishes a settlement at Veracruz, Mexico. 1529 – Treaty of Zaragoza divides the eastern hemisphere between Spain and Portugal along a line 297.5 leagues (1,250 kilometres (780 mi)) east of the Moluccas. 1809 – The second day of the Battle of Eckmühl: The Austrian army is defeated by the First French Empire army led by Napoleon and driven over the Danube in Regensburg. 1836 – Texas Revolution: A day after the Battle of San Jacinto, forces under Texas General Sam Houston identify Mexican General Antonio López de Santa Anna among the captives of the battle when some of his fellow soldiers mistakenly give away his identity. 1864 – The U.S. Congress passes the Coinage Act of 1864 that permitted the inscription In God We Trust be placed on all coins minted as United States currency. 1876 – The first National League baseball game is played at the Jefferson Street Grounds in Philadelphia. 1889 – At noon, thousands rush to claim land in the Land Rush of 1889. Within hours the cities of Oklahoma City and Guthrie are formed with populations of at least 10,000. 1898 – Spanish–American War: President William McKinley calls for 125,000 volunteers to join the National Guard and fight in Cuba, while Congress more than doubles regular Army forces to 65,000. 1906 – The 1906 Intercalated Games open in Athens. 1915 – World War I: The use of poison gas in World War I escalates when chlorine gas is released as a chemical weapon in the Second Battle of Ypres. 1930 – The United Kingdom, Japan and the United States sign the London Naval Treaty regulating submarine warfare and limiting shipbuilding. 1944 – The 1st Air Commando Group using Sikorsky R-4 helicopters stage the first use of helicopters in combat with combat search and rescue operations in the China Burma India Theater. 1944 – World War II: Operation Persecution is initiated: Allied forces land in the Hollandia (currently known as Jayapura) area of New Guinea. 1944 – World War II: In Greenland, the Allied Sledge Patrol attack the German Bassgeiger weather station. 1945 – World War II: Prisoners at the Jasenovac concentration camp revolt. Five hundred twenty are killed and around eighty escape. 1945 – World War II: Sachsenhausen concentration camp is liberated by soldiers of the Red Army and Polish First Army. 1948 – Arab–Israeli War: The port city of Haifa is captured by Jewish forces. 1951 – Korean War: The Chinese People's Volunteer Army begin assaulting positions defended by the Royal Australian Regiment and the Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry at the Battle of Kapyong. 1954 – Red Scare: Witnesses begin testifying and live television coverage of the Army–McCarthy hearings begins. 1966 – American Flyers Airline Flight 280/D crashes on approach to Ardmore Municipal Airport in Ardmore, Oklahoma, killing 83. 1969 – British yachtsman Sir Robin Knox-Johnston wins the Sunday Times Golden Globe Race and completes the first solo non-stop circumnavigation of the world. 1969 – The formation of the Communist Party of India (Marxist–Leninist) is announced at a mass rally in Calcutta. 1970 – The first Earth Day is celebrated. 1970 – Chicano residents in San Diego, California occupy a site under the Coronado Bridge, leading to the creation of Chicano Park. 1974 – Pan Am Flight 812 crashes on approach to Ngurah Rai International Airport in Denpasar, Bali, Indonesia, killing all 107 people on board. 1977 – Optical fiber is first used to carry live telephone traffic. 1992 – A series of gas explosions rip through the streets in Guadalajara, Mexico, killing 206. 1993 – Eighteen-year-old Stephen Lawrence is murdered in a racially motivated attack while waiting for a bus in Well Hall, Eltham. 2005 – Japan's Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi apologizes for Japan's war record. 2016 – The Paris Agreement is signed, an agreement to help fight global warming.

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Charter Bus Rental Company El Cajon

About Charter Bus Rental Company El Cajon El Cajon's premier group transportation solution is right here. We are Charter Bus Rental Company El Cajon, dedicated to providing safe, reliable, and comfortable travel experiences for groups of all sizes. From corporate events and weddings to school trips and sporting events, we’ve got you covered. We understand that every trip is unique, so we offer personalized service and flexible itineraries tailored to your specific needs and budget. Our experienced team handles all the logistics, allowing you to relax and enjoy the ride. We pride ourselves on our commitment to customer satisfaction and our unwavering dedication to providing top-notch transportation services throughout El Cajon and beyond. Choose us for your next group outing and experience the difference that comes with choosing a company that truly cares.

What Services We Offer at Charter Bus Rental Company El Cajon At Charter Bus Rental Company El Cajon, we offer a comprehensive range of transportation solutions to meet diverse group travel needs. Whether you're planning a corporate outing, a wedding celebration, a school field trip, or a fun night out, we have the perfect vehicle and service to match. Our offerings extend beyond simply providing transportation. We assist with itinerary planning, logistical coordination, and ensuring a smooth and stress-free travel experience from start to finish. We specialize in airport transfers, ensuring timely and efficient transportation to and from San Diego International Airport and other regional airports. We also cater to special events, providing elegant and comfortable transportation for weddings, proms, and other celebratory occasions. For corporate clients, we offer reliable and professional transportation for conferences, meetings, and team-building events. Our commitment is to providing a personalized and seamless transportation experience for every client.

What Vehicles We Offer at Charter Bus Rental Company El Cajon Charter Bus Rental Company El Cajon boasts a diverse fleet of vehicles to accommodate any group size and travel style. Our options include an incredible selection of 6-20 passenger limos, 10-50 passenger party buses, 10-15 passenger sprinter vans, 40-56 passenger charter buses, 15-35 passenger minibuses, school buses, exotic cars, sedans/SUVs, black cars and more. This extensive selection ensures we can perfectly match the right vehicle to your specific requirements, whether it's a luxurious limo for a special occasion, a spacious charter bus for a large group outing, or a practical minibus for a corporate shuttle. Each vehicle is meticulously maintained and equipped with modern amenities for your comfort and convenience, ensuring a pleasant and enjoyable journey every time. We prioritize safety and reliability, and our professional drivers are experienced and dedicated to providing the highest level of service.

Why Choose Charter Bus Rental Company El Cajon When it comes to group transportation in El Cajon, choosing Charter Bus Rental Company El Cajon offers several distinct advantages. We prioritize safety, ensuring all our vehicles undergo regular maintenance and are operated by experienced, professional drivers. We offer competitive pricing and transparent quotes, so you can budget effectively without any surprises. Our dedication to customer satisfaction means we go the extra mile to ensure your travel experience is smooth and enjoyable. We provide 24/7 customer support, allowing you to reach us anytime for assistance or modifications to your itinerary. Furthermore, our extensive fleet and flexible scheduling options ensure we can accommodate any group size and travel need. With Charter Bus Rental Company El Cajon, you're not just booking transportation; you're partnering with a dedicated team committed to exceeding your expectations.

How to Contact Charter Bus Rental Company El Cajon Reach us anytime, day or night, at 858-239-0036. Our dedicated team is available 24/7/365 to answer your questions, provide quotes, and assist with booking your next trip with Charter Bus Rental Company El Cajon.

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Elevate Your Big Day with Premium Wedding Limo Services

Your wedding day is one of the most significant moments of your life. Every detail matters, from the venue to the flowers and even the cake. But what about transportation? The journey to your “I do” should be just as special as the ceremony itself. Imagine arriving at your venue in style, turning heads along the way—a luxurious ride can elevate that experience. When planning a wedding, many couples overlook transportation until it’s almost time for their big day. Yet, choosing premium wedding limo services in San Diego can transform an ordinary commute into an extraordinary part of your celebration. Let’s explore how hiring a luxury limo service enhances both convenience and elegance on one of life’s biggest occasions.

The benefits of hiring a premium wedding limo service

Choosing a premium wedding limo service adds an air of sophistication to your special day. It sets the tone right from the start, creating a memorable experience for you and your guests. Comfort is another key benefit. High-end limousines offer spacious seating and luxurious interiors, ensuring that you arrive at your venue relaxed and ready to celebrate. Professional chauffeurs are trained to handle all aspects of transportation. They know the best routes, keeping you on schedule while allowing you to focus on enjoying every moment. Safety is paramount when it comes to weddings. A reputable limo service provides insured vehicles, giving peace of mind as you travel between venues. It’s about making memories. The elegant touch of arriving in a stylish limo turns heads and creates stunning photo opportunities that will last a lifetime.

Types of luxury vehicles available for weddings

When it comes to wedding transportation, luxury vehicles add a touch of elegance. Stretch limousines are the classic choice, offering ample space and a stylish vibe. They create an unforgettable first impression as you arrive at your venue. For something more modern, consider SUVs or luxury sedans. These options provide comfort while maintaining sophistication. Brands like Rolls Royce or Bentley elevate the experience with their iconic designs. Vintage cars can also be a charming alternative. Think classic Mustangs or timeless Cadillacs for those who appreciate nostalgia. If you're looking for something unique, how about a luxurious party bus? It's perfect for transporting bridal parties and ensures everyone enjoys the ride together. Each vehicle type brings its own flair to your special day, making every moment feel extraordinary as you travel between venues in style.

Special amenities and services offered by wedding limo companies

Wedding limo services often go above and beyond to create a memorable experience for couples. Many companies offer complimentary champagne or sparkling cider to toast during the ride. This little touch adds a celebratory flair right from the start. Some limos come equipped with mood lighting, plush leather seating, and state-of-the-art sound systems. Couples can set the atmosphere just how they like it while enjoying their favorite tunes on the way to their venue. Additionally, wedding limo services frequently provide red carpet service upon arrival. This makes you feel truly special as you step out in style. For those looking for extra convenience, many companies offer customizable packages that include decorations tailored to your wedding theme. Some even allow for stops along the route for photos or last-minute errands before saying “I do.” These amenities elevate your transportation experience into something extraordinary on your big day.

Tips for choosing the right limo service for your big day

When selecting a limo service for your wedding, start by researching local providers. Look for companies with excellent reviews and ratings to ensure reliability. Next, check their fleet. You’ll want to choose a vehicle that aligns with your wedding theme—whether it’s classic elegance or modern chic. Inquire about the chauffeur's professionalism and experience. A skilled driver can make all the difference in ensuring you arrive on time and stress-free. Don’t forget to discuss pricing structures upfront. Clarifying costs will help avoid surprises later on, so ask about packages that include additional features like decorations or refreshments. Trust your instincts when meeting potential services. If something doesn’t feel right during the consultation process, it might be best to explore other options that resonate with you more deeply.

Cost considerations and budgeting for a wedding limo service

When planning your wedding, transportation costs can be a significant part of the budget. Wedding limo services in San Diego offer various pricing structures based on vehicle type, rental duration, and distance. Consider the peak season for weddings; prices may fluctuate during popular months. Booking well in advance could secure better rates and availability. Don’t forget to factor in additional fees, such as gratuities or extra stops along the route. Many companies include these details in their contracts, so read thoroughly before signing. If you’re working with a tight budget, explore package deals or combo offers that include features like champagne service or red carpet arrivals. Always ask about any hidden charges upfront to avoid surprises later on. Balancing luxury with affordability ensures you don’t stretch your finances too thin while still making a grand entrance on your special day.

Real-life testimonials and experiences from couples who have used wedding limo services

Couples often rave about their experiences with wedding limo services. One bride shared how the luxurious ride eased her pre-ceremony jitters. “It felt like a mini celebration before the big moment,” she said, recalling bubbly and laughter as they drove through sunny San Diego. Another couple appreciated the punctuality of their chauffeur. “He arrived early and made sure we had everything we needed,” they noted. This attention to detail allowed them to focus on enjoying their day rather than stress over logistics. A groom described his surprise when an elegant stretch limousine pulled up for him and his groomsmen. “We felt like celebrities cruising around town,” he laughed, highlighting how it added a fun element to their wedding photos. These testimonials reveal that premium wedding limo services not only provide transportation but also enhance the overall experience of one of life’s most cherished moments.

Final thoughts

Your wedding day is a celebration of love and commitment, and every detail matters. Choosing premium wedding limo services in San Diego can elevate the experience for you, your partner, and your guests. The convenience of luxurious transportation allows you to focus on what truly matters—making unforgettable memories. With various vehicle options and special amenities available, these services cater to every couple's unique vision. Relying on the testimonials from other couples highlights just how impactful a reliable limo service can be on this special day. When considering costs, remember that investing in quality transportation contributes significantly to your overall experience. By taking the time to choose the right service that aligns with both your style and budget, you'll ensure an elegant touch to your big day. Elevate your celebrations by opting for a premium wedding limo service—it’s more than just transportation; it's part of creating lasting memories on one of the most significant days of your life.

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Experience Luxury and Convenience with Limo Service in San Diego

San Diego, known for its stunning beaches, vibrant nightlife, and cultural landmarks, is a city that demands to be explored in style. Whether you’re attending a special event, hosting a corporate gathering, or simply looking to add a touch of elegance to your night out, a limo service in San Diego offers the perfect blend of luxury and convenience. This blog will delve into the benefits of using a limo service San Diego offers, highlight top providers, and provide tips for making the most of your luxurious ride.

Why Choose a Limo Service in San Diego?

Opting for a limo service in San Diego comes with numerous advantages that enhance your travel experience:

1. Unmatched Comfort and Luxury

A limo service provides an unparalleled level of comfort and luxury. With plush seating, spacious interiors, and high-end amenities, you can relax and enjoy your journey in style. Whether you’re heading to a gala, a wedding, or a night on the town, a limousine ensures you arrive in utmost comfort.

2. Professional and Reliable Service

Professionalism is a hallmark of limo services. From punctual pick-ups to courteous chauffeurs, you can expect a high level of service. This reliability is especially crucial for events where timeliness is essential, such as weddings, corporate functions, or airport transfers.

3. Stress-Free Travel

Navigating through San Diego’s traffic and finding parking can be stressful. A limo service eliminates these concerns, allowing you to focus on enjoying your time. Your chauffeur will handle all the logistics, ensuring a smooth and hassle-free journey.

4. Perfect for Special Occasions

A limo adds a touch of elegance and sophistication to any special occasion. Whether it’s a wedding, prom, anniversary, or birthday celebration, arriving in a limousine makes the event even more memorable.

5. Group Travel Made Easy

Traveling with a group? Limos are perfect for group travel, offering ample space and comfort for everyone. It’s an ideal way to keep your group together and enjoy the experience collectively.

 Top Limo Service Providers in San Diego

When it comes to selecting a limo service in San Diego, several top-tier providers are known for their reliability, luxury, and exceptional service. Here are some of the best options:

1. La Jolla Star Transportation

La Jolla Star Transportation is renowned for its luxurious fleet and professional service. They offer a range of services, including airport transfers, corporate transportation, and special events. With experienced chauffeurs and well-maintained vehicles, La Jolla Star Transportation ensures a first-class experience.

2. San Diego Limo Service

San Diego Limo Service is a popular choice for those seeking high-quality limo services in the city. Their fleet includes luxury sedans, stretch limousines, and SUVs, catering to various needs and preferences. They specialize in weddings, proms, wine tours, and corporate events.

3. Royalty Limousine

Royalty Limousine provides premium limo services in San Diego, focusing on customer satisfaction and luxury. They offer a wide range of services, including airport transfers, wedding transportation, and nightlife tours. Their professional chauffeurs and elegant vehicles ensure a memorable experience.

4. Top Dog Limo Bus

For larger groups and parties, Top Dog Limo Bus offers an excellent option. Their fleet includes luxurious limo buses equipped with modern amenities, making them perfect for group outings, bachelor/bachelorette parties, and corporate events. Their service is known for its reliability and party-friendly atmosphere.

5. Five Star Transportation

Five Star Transportation offers top-notch limo services with a focus on professionalism and comfort. Their services range from airport transfers to weddings and corporate events. With a fleet of high-end vehicles and experienced drivers, Five Star Transportation guarantees a smooth and luxurious ride.

 Making the Most of Your Limo Service Experience

To fully enjoy your limo service in San Diego, consider the following tips:

1. Plan Ahead

While many limo services offer on-demand rides, it’s advisable to book in advance, especially for special events or during peak times. This ensures availability and allows you to customize your trip according to your schedule.

2. Customize Your Itinerary

Take advantage of the customizable tours offered by limo services. Whether you have specific destinations in mind or want to explore the city’s hidden gems, work with your chauffeur to create an itinerary that suits your interests.

3. Enjoy the Amenities

Limos come equipped with a range of amenities, from entertainment systems to complimentary beverages. Make the most of these features to enhance your experience. Whether you’re watching a movie, sipping champagne, or listening to your favorite music, enjoy the luxury offered by your limo.

4. Stay Connected

Many limos offer Wi-Fi and charging stations, allowing you to stay connected during your ride. This can be particularly useful for business travelers needing to work on the go or for staying in touch with friends and family.

5. Capture the Moments

Don’t forget to bring a camera or smartphone to capture the moments during your ride. Whether it’s the elegant interior, the scenic views of San Diego, or candid shots with friends, these memories will be cherished long after your trip.

 Special Occasions Perfect for Limo Services

Limo services in San Diego are ideal for a variety of special occasions. Here are some events where a limo can make a significant difference:

1. Weddings

A limo adds elegance and sophistication to your wedding day. From transporting the bridal party to the ceremony to whisking the newlyweds away to their reception, a limo ensures a stylish and comfortable journey.

2. Prom and Homecoming

Make your prom or homecoming night unforgettable by arriving in a luxurious limo. It’s a safe and stylish way to travel, ensuring you and your friends have a night to remember.

3. Corporate Events

Impress clients or treat your team to a professional limo service. Whether it’s for airport transfers, corporate meetings, or company celebrations, a limo adds a touch of class and convenience.

4. Bachelor/Bachelorette Parties

Celebrate your last night of freedom in style with a limo. With plenty of space for friends and party-friendly amenities, a limo ensures a fun and memorable night out.

5. Wine Tours

Explore the beautiful wineries of Temecula or Napa Valley with a guided wine tour in a limo. Enjoy the scenic views and wine tastings without the worry of driving, making for a relaxing and indulgent experience.

 Tips for Choosing the Right Limo Service

To ensure you select the best limo service in San Diego, consider the following tips:

1. Check Reviews and Ratings

Research customer reviews and ratings online to get an idea of the service quality and reliability. Look for consistent positive feedback and testimonials.

2. Verify Licensing and Insurance

Ensure the limo service provider is properly licensed and insured. This guarantees that you are using a legitimate and safe transportation service.

3. Compare Prices

Get quotes from multiple limo service providers to compare prices. While cost is an important factor, don’t compromise on quality and reliability for a cheaper option.

4. Ask About Fleet Options

Check the fleet options available to ensure they have the type of vehicle you need. Whether you require a luxury sedan, SUV, or stretch limo, make sure the provider can accommodate your preferences.

5. Inquire About Additional Services

Some limo services offer additional amenities such as Wi-Fi, refreshments, and special requests. Inquire about these extras to enhance your travel experience.

 Conclusion

Choosing a reliable limo service in San Diego enhances your travel experience, offering convenience, comfort, and luxury. Whether you need a ride for a special event, business meeting, or airport transfer, professional limo services like La Jolla Star Transportation, San Diego Limo Service, and Royalty Limousine provide top-notch service and elegant vehicles. For special occasions, using a limo ensures you arrive in style and make lasting memories. By following the tips outlined in this guide, you can select the best limo service in San Diego, making your journey enjoyable and stress-free. Invest in a quality limo service and experience the best of San Diego in luxurious style.

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Let the games begin: The Last Hurrah :(

Week 10

It’s our last full week here! Time really flew by and I can’t believe that I’ll be back in Michigan soon. To make the most of it, we stayed booked and busy to cross things off our San Sebastián bucket list. For the remaining days of our research, we also had a lot to finish up for final presentations. No more afternoon naps, we had to make this final rally count!

My week technically started on Tuesday due to the unfortunate bus situation from over the weekend (read last week’s post for that experience). I went to the beach to soak up some rays and then Jayashree and I went to this restaurant called The Yellow Deli. Maybe this is a hot take but I would say that this became one of my favorite spots to eat in all of San Sebastián, even though it doesn’t specialize in pintxos. It was mainly the vibe of the place that we enjoyed the most since it was like a funky woodland medieval tavern. The cheesecake and hot cider were a perfect combo of pure delish. Mateo always raves about the cheesecakes he eats everywhere he goes but I think he’s really missing out on this one.

On Wednesday we went to La Mamma, our favorite pasta place, since Izzy hadn’t been yet. This time, Deidra decided to try a new dish and I’ve honestly never seen someone experience that much anguish over food before. At first, she said it had a little bit of a kick to it but that didn’t seem to phase her yet. As time went on, poor Deidra started to crumble and it was obvious that the spice was winning. Sweat, tears, and hopefully not blood went into Deidra persevering like a champ through her pasta. Very proud of her for that effort, and I would show a pic of the aftermath but she’d probably kill me if I did so here’s us before Deidra’s five stages of grief:

Bataplán Thursday! At long last we got Izzy and Diego to go to the club with us for one last night out. The funny thing is that Diego kept trying to convince himself to not go but this guy ended up being the life of the party. The club life in Spain starts late and goes on into the wee hours of the morning which is definitely not for the weak. Even though we had work Friday, it was worth it to have fun with the group and do round two of arm wrestling yet again in Bataplán. Later on in the day, we got ready for one last trip which is special because of the…

Olympics!

Friday afternoon we boarded the bus to Bordeaux, about four-ish hours away to go see an Olympic soccer match. I’ve never watched an actual match in person before, so I was really excited to see all the hype and wear my San Fermín fit again in support for the one and only ESPAÑA! We did a lot of exploring the city before the game and found that it was super cute with highlights being castle gateways, a ferris wheel, mini arc de triomphe (nearly every european city has one for some reason??), and a reflection pool. To fuel for the game, we had an energizing lunch courtesy of the huge carrefour market in the city center. You can get a rotisserie chicken, roasted potatoes, and a dessert for like €5?? We then made our way to the stadium on the crazy packed and sweaty tram, then finally made it in and got our dream picture with the mascot of the olympic games: Phryge the French Hat. 

Our seats were in a good spot pretty much right in front of the goal. Earlier in the day, I had bought a spanish flag to wear like a cape and to wave around during the game. As honorary spaniards, all of us had to represent and we. didn’t. disappoint. After every goal we were putting in the WORK to do the chants like our lives depended on it. Spain won 3-1 against the Dominican Republic and I like to think that we were a tiny part of causing that win to happen. I feel like before this game I didn’t really understand what made people so crazy about soccer, but being in the stands in person changed that perspective for me and I had a fun time! At the end of the day after having the sun blast down on us in the stands, we were collapsing. Refueled at a Canadian restaurant where I tried poutine for the first time and it was pretty tasty. Then, ended up back at the reflection pool where Izzy and I went on a rampage of splashing each other to the point where our pants were beyond soaked and I had to wear my flag around me like a skirt. ‘Twas a good end to a good day!

Next week will be my final reflection post, so come back for my last blog ever, tears already! :(

Olé, olé, olé!

Emily Dobao

Biomedical Engineering

IPE San Sebastian, Spain

August 2nd, 2024

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Touching Down in Style: Airport Transportation Options in San Diego

Introduction:

Arriving at your destination airport marks the beginning of your travel experience, and choosing the right transportation option can set the tone for the rest of your trip. San Diego International Airport offers a variety of transportation options to suit every traveler's needs, from convenient shuttles and taxis to luxurious private car services. By exploring these options and considering factors such as convenience, cost, and comfort, you can ensure a seamless and stylish journey from the airport to your final destination.

Assess Your Needs:

The first step in selecting the right Airport Transportation in San Diego option is to assess your needs and preferences. Consider factors such as the size of your travel party, your budget, and any special requirements you may have. Whether you're traveling solo, with family, or in a group, understanding your specific needs will help you narrow down your options and choose the most suitable transportation solution.

Explore Shuttle Services:

Shuttle services are a popular and convenient option for travelers looking for an affordable and hassle-free way to reach their destination from the airport. Many hotels in San Diego offer complimentary shuttle services for their guests, providing a convenient door-to-door transportation option. Additionally, there are several private shuttle companies operating at the airport, offering shared or private rides to various destinations in the city and surrounding areas.

Consider Ride-Sharing Services:

Ride-sharing services such as Uber and Lyft have become increasingly popular choices for airport transportation due to their convenience and affordability. These app-based services allow you to request a ride directly from your smartphone and be matched with a nearby driver within minutes. With competitive pricing and the option to choose from different vehicle types, ride-sharing services provide a flexible and convenient transportation solution for travelers.

Opt for Taxis or Car Rentals:

Traditional taxi services and car rentals are also readily available at San Diego International Airport for travelers seeking a more private and direct transportation option. Taxis are typically stationed outside the airport terminals, providing a convenient way to reach your destination without the need for advanced booking. Alternatively, car rental companies have on-site facilities at the airport, allowing you to rent a vehicle and explore the city at your own pace.

Indulge in Private Car Services:

For travelers seeking a luxurious and personalized transportation experience, private car services offer the ultimate in comfort and convenience. From sleek sedans to spacious SUVs, private car services provide a stylish and stress-free way to travel from the airport to your destination. Professional chauffeurs ensure a smooth and comfortable ride, allowing you to relax and enjoy the journey in style.

Consider Public Transportation:

Public transportation options such as buses and trolleys are also available for travelers looking for a budget-friendly way to get around San Diego. The Metropolitan Transit System (MTS) operates an extensive network of bus and trolley routes connecting the airport to various destinations throughout the city and beyond. While public transportation may take longer than other options, it offers an affordable and environmentally friendly transportation alternative.

Conclusion:

Choosing the right airport transportation option in San Diego is essential for starting your trip off on the right foot. By assessing your needs, exploring shuttle services, considering ride-sharing options, opting for taxis or car rentals, indulging in private car services, and considering public transportation, you can find the perfect transportation solution to suit your preferences and budget. Whether you prefer convenience, affordability, or luxury, San Diego International Airport offers a variety of transportation options to ensure you arrive at your destination in style and comfort.

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2 mars:

Bus le matin pour la ville de Temuco puis 2e bus pour le village de Melipeuco à l'entrée du parc Conguillío. Je comptais bivouacer dans le parc mais j'arrive trop tard pour espérer trouver un stop pour y aller. Camping au village donc, moins sexy que prévu mais la vue sur le volcan Llaima au couché du soleil est d'un bon réconfort.

3 mars:

Pour aller au parc qui est à 27km de route + piste de Melipeuco j'ai le choix entre taxi, faire du stop ou louer un vélo. Mon genou ne s'étant toujours pas bien remis du choc et le stop m'assure-t-on fonctionne très bien, je loue un VTT... 700m d+ à faire en majeure partie sur un chemin en terre cabossé, sous le soleil et la chaleur, des voitures m'envoyant leur poussières en doublant, le genou qui tire, la selle qui me torture, je fais ça plus pour le sport que pour le confort d'être autonome. Après quelques pauses pour voir lacs, cascade et vues sur le volcan encapé par une mer de lave etteinte, j'arrive enfin au début du sentier de rando que j'avais repéré (def. encaper: enrober comme une cape un mousquetaire. Malheureusement ce verbe existe vraiment est n'a rien à voir avec la définition que j'invente). J'effectue donc ma dernière monté de mon congé sabbatique au mirador de la Sierra Nevada. Le panorama est digne d'un clap de fin de cette belle année remplie de paysages montagneux. Araucarias, lac, volcan, glaciers, tout y est. Le retour se fait bien plus facilement que l'aller, merci Newton. Pourtant en vélo je n'avancerai pas très vite, non pas parce que je me suis mangé "un mur", mais parce que je tombe sur "des mûres" ! Oui c'est nul, mais ça fait 15min que je rumine avec "manger", "mur" et "mûres" et mon obsession m'empêche de passer à autre chose sans avoir tenter un jeu de mot. Bref je mange mon poid en mûre. De retour au camping je papote avec le seul autre campeur qui m'offre une bière. Je me rends compte tout de même que mon niveau en espagnol a progressé en 6 mois malgré le peu d'interactions sociales avec des homos sapiens sapiens.

Bilan: 54km, 800m d+ (VTT) / 12km, 600m d+ (pied)

4 mars:

Bus pour Temuco où j'y passe l'après midi. Les très peu d'attractions touristiques à visiter sont fermées et je glande dans cette ville sans charme. J'y mangerai cependant les meilleurs empanadas de ma vie au marché Mapuche ("indigène"). Le soir je prends un bus de nuit pour Valparaíso.

5 mars:

J'arrive à Valparaíso de nuit à 6h30. J'attends que la lumière se fasse et me dirige vers mon hostel. Je redecouvre les joies d'une grande ville, de la pollution, des voitures, des immeubles, des rues de magasins, etc. En fin de matinée je me baladerai aléatoirement dans la ville aux 40 colinnes située au bord de la mer. Valparaíso étant réputé pour son street art et ses graffitis, c'est avec plaisir que je découvre celle jolie ville tout aussi urbaine que colorée. Pas une rue n'a pas un grand graffiti. C'est pas du Diego Rivera mais l'ensemble des œuvres murales donne une forte identité artistique et sociale qu'on découvre sur des km. Je visite aussi le Museo Universitario del Grabado où sont exposées des oeuvres de gravures (sur tout type de support), rien de transcendant mais je découvre cette technique de peinture, puis le Palacio Baburizza, un bel édifice où sont exposées de très beaux tableaux européens et chiliens du siècle passé. Ayant dépassé mon quota de culture pour la journée, en fin d'après midi je compense en regardant le PSG en ligue des champions. Ils gagnent et j'en suis satisfait.

6 mars:

Je reprends mon parcours culturel du Chili en allant à la Isla Negra, à 1h30 de Valparaíso, pour visiter la maison que Pablo Neruda a construit pour méditer et écrire ses poèmes au son, odeur et vue des écumes des vagues. La maison rappel la forme d'un bateau puis d'un wagon et sa décoration est à la hauteur de son œuvre littéraire (que j'ignore admettons le, mais il détient un prix Nobel, donc ça ne doit pas être de la merde). Des collections de statues de proue, de pipes, de masques, de maquette de bateau, de verre, d'insecte, de coquillage, etc. Chaque pièce est richement décorée mais on ne s'y sent pas envahie. De retour à Valparaíso je fais enfin un break gastronomique dans un restaurant et je réveil mon sens de la gustation, et de manière plutôt agréable. Pour le coucher de soleil je grimpe aux hauteurs des collines et appercoit une jolie vue d'ensemble sur le port industriel, la baie et la ville colorée qui s'étend sur toute la côte. Par contre je me dépêche de redescendre avant la nuit vers le centre animé car j'ai l'impression d'être dans une favela déserte. Le soir je bois des pintes de bières dans une brasserie de quartier où je papote avec 2 chiliens. Ils parlent vite, ont un bon accent chilien, sont déjà bien alcoolisés, un concert de rock est en court au bar, je comprends un mot sur 5. Néanmoins j'arrive à tenir 2 heures à faire semblant de comprendre.

7 mars:

Je finis la visite de la ville avec le musé maritime puis la maison de Pablo Neruda à Valparaíso (sa 2e donc que je découvre). De belles vue sur la ville et le port industriel avec ses grues en marche avant de quitter "Valpo" pour Santiago. Le soir je m'éclate le bide avec une pièce Tomahawk de 1kg.

8 mars:

Ballade dans Santiago où je visite entre autres le musé d'histoire, celui d'art précolombien, la maison de Neruda (sa 3e donc) et le Cerro San Cristóbal en funiculaire. Le soir je prendrai des verres avec Guillaume dont j'ai fait la connaissance à mon hostel et avec qui je m'entends très bien.

9 mars:

Je me réveil à 12h00 juste pour aller manger des sushis. Partout dans la ville on en trouve de très bons, en grande quantité et pour pas cher; je ne pensais pas trouver le paradis du Sushi au Chili. Puis je retourne faire une sieste pour le reste de la journée. En fin d'après midi je me baladerai dans la ville pour finir la visite de la ville avec comme épilogue des Andes, une vue depuis le Cerro Santa Lucía. J'ai l'impression d'y voir sa majesté Aconcagua. Le soir je dîne en dégustant l'autre spécialité du Chili: la cuisine peruvienne.

10 mars:

Vol pour Lima. Au décollage les Andes me font leur dernier coucou et cette fois je suis certain d'y voir l'Aconcagua qui domine nettement ses voisins. Arrivé à Lima je fais un tour aux marché artisanaux pour chercher des souvenirs mais c'est soit de la mauvaise qualité pour touriste soit très (très) cher. De manière générale j'avais oublié combien Lima était cher, presque autant que le Chili finalement. Je prends aussi conscience de l'avantage d'avoir sillonné l'Amérique du Sud en bus afin d'y voir les transitions de cultures progressivement; en avion c'est un changement brutal que je constate entre le Pérou andin et le Chili occidental.

11 mars:

Je glandouille toute la matinée au hostel et l'après midi je visite le site archéologique de Huaca Pucllana où se sont succédés les civilisations Lima, Wari et une autre dont j'ai oublié le nom. Le soir je mange mon dernier ceviche et autres mets péruviens avant de me diriger vers l'aéroport. Je suis heureux de rentrer pour retrouver mon quotidien et c'est sans plus d'émotions que je prends l'avion. Comme d'habitude il faudra attendre pour prendre conscience de la richesse de ce voyage sans précédent.

Mamba out.