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I had long wanted to go on a road trip on the California coast, perhaps ever since peeking through the box containing my mom’s slides of when she had done so with her friends while in her 20s. I have always admired her moxie: she took that amazing trip at a time when it was not that common for women to embark on such adventures. And it was an ambitious expedition too: along with two friends, she drove from Quebec, to Vancouver, California, Death Valley, Salt Lake City, Yellowstone, and then back to Quebec. All in all, it was a one-month and 9,700-mile itinerary. That’s an impressive roadtrip if I’ve ever seen one!
But I was not as adventurous as my mom was as a teenager, and I was way too introverted to leave on a backpacking type of trip. When I finally caught the travel bug in my early twenties, there were so many places I wanted to see. The California road trip was still on my mind, but it moved down the list, after Paris, Italy, and several other destinations that felt more exotic.
When my good friend Melanie recently got married in Northern California, I felt like it was at last time to indulge in that teenaged dream of mine. I was pregnant, and it was to be one of our last vacations before the baby was born. We decided to rent—what else—a convertible and to make our way down scenic Pacific Coast Highway 1. The nine-day itinerary would take us from San Francisco through Monterey, Carmel-by-the-Sea, Big Sur, San Luis Obispo, Pismo Beach, Santa Barbara, Malibu, Santa Monica, and finally, Los Angeles.
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