The Wonderful West Coast

The first time I traveled to California, it felt like I had gone to another planet.  After all, I was coming from the exact opposite end of the country, Massachusetts.  Not only was it warm and sunny, something unheard of in November back home, but everything else seemed different, too.  The general pace was more relaxed than what I was used to.  I guess the stereotype of the bustling Northeast, with its fast talking, fast driving, type-A residents was more fact than fiction. Everything from the trees, to the food to the highways, and the beaches, California was a wonderful world apart.