Santa Barbara and Santa Monica, California

These are my very last days in U.S. mainland this time. I came to Santa Barbara last
Friday evening. After walking a while I found a place in filled up restaurant at the bar table. Soon my next neighbour introduced himself to both men on his both sides.His name was Jim Palam,a local businessman. The other one was also in local business life involved, born in Norway but U.S. citizen. His name was Fred (I know his whole name but he did not want me to publish it in my blog). After Jim soon left we got better friends as Scandinavians,and flirted with the waitress Carrie ,who had a very beautiful northern European face and blond hair.First she denied any connection with Scandinavian countries but came after a while back, and told us that some her ancestors in fact were coming from some northern country and from Germany. Before leaving Fred invited me on Saturday to look with him a little bit around. After he left a young couple Brad and Lauren (soon to be )Kettmann , both 29 and from San Francisco, took Jim's and Fred's seats. I then had a nice chat with them.
Next morning Fred called me, and asked if it's alright that he picks me up from my hotel at 6.30 pm for dinner. He did not have to ask twice. He then was punctually at the hotel entrance with gorgeous new Bentley. We drove first to a private country club trough beautiful sceneries. He then suggested that before dinner back in Santa Barbara, we should taste his wine from his own vineyard at his home. Well, I never in my life have seen such a home with great big windows to his very well kept garden and over the Pacific Ocean. We sat in the garden some 20 meters over the sandy beach and enjoyed the sunset at the horizont with really excellent red wine. The big mansion, where he lived alone had a beautiful collection of arts, pictures of his girl friends (one from Finland),and a collection of photos of republican presidents Ford, Reagan, Bush Sr.and Bush Jr. plus mr. Gorbatchew, all with him in the pictures. Then in his garage was one Rolls Royce Silver Ghost 1963 and two Mercedez's. And we had good dinner then later, with not so good wine than his own.
Yesterday I probably had my last Greyhound trip ever to Hollywood from where I took a taxi to Santa Monica, after seeking at least 2 hours a local bus without success. I soon found reasonable priced Sea Lodge Inn for $140 a night.
Later in the evening when walking on the street I heard a very familiar language.
Two gentlemen from a little coastal town of Porvoo in Finland, had just finished a day before a long journey Route 66 from Chigago to Los Angeles. Mr Juhani Henkola and Mr Arto Haakana did not recommend anybody this boring route. They were sure that my southern choice was much better. We then celebrated with several Mexican Coronas in various bars. They left today via Paris, France back to Finland. I am still tomorrow here,but will fly very early Wednesday morning to Cancun, Mexico.