The one thing I noticed living in Los Angeles, is that people seldom talk about the weather. Not like when I lived in Toronto and every other conversation started or ended up with the weather in some way, somehow, and rightfully so. When it was minus 30 degrees (celsius) outside, and you were numb from head to toe, the only thing that made sense at the moment was to say something about it. And then when the weather turned nice, it was almost obligatory to say something again! But in LA, the weather never really changes. It is always sunny. It is always beautiful. And as far as weather drama goes, it’s actually pretty drama-less.
However, today, I must say, after a few cold days/nights — I woke up, stepped outside and proclaimed out loud so that everybody can hear: “It’s so beautiful out!” Because it was.
And what better way to spend a beautiful day, than to go to the zoo with your family.
And here we are: brushing goats. Hugging goats. Kissing goats.
Catching a glimpse of a giant Orangutan. A lazy Zebra. And A flock of beautiful pink flamingos.
And visiting the California Condor Rescue Zone. Feeding a baby condor. Standing in their habitat. And helping clean their living space to make it more safe.
“Did you have fun?” I asked.
“Yeahhhhhhhh!” Els exclaimed with so much joy, I remembered why we do any of this in the first place.