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February 12, 2008
Warm greetings!
It seems appropriate to send you “warm greetings” from the desert of southern California! I feel sort of guilty to be “skipping the winter” here, but it sure is refreshing. My Genevan understanding of how winter should be just cannot comprehend the fact that February can be synonymous with bikini hiking or outdoor swimming – before breakfast! This is the life!

We enjoyed a little break from seeing scores of dear family and friends to go on a hike today in the desert outside of Palm Desert. I have literally never seen such vast, barren, gorgeous wastelands dotted with the occasional oasis - groups of stocky palm trees in the midst of the oceans of sand! After a stunning trek and some long needed time with the hubby, we made it out to the oasis where Andrew had prayed about coming to France. A shaded hideaway, desolately beautiful and deafeningly silent besides the occasional bird chanting. It goes without saying, it was a real honor for me to replace the picture I had imagined with the empirical. Folks, it’s a lot of fun for these Euro white legs of mine to at last be sun-kissed … and we’re living it up. Bandana and all! Yeahaw!

It was great too, to at last understand the commotion around the pristine campus of Pepperdine University in Malibu, where Andrew had studied. My mind still boggles, wondering how on earth can kids truly study for a degree given such a setting. Even the rather paralyzing flu bug couldn’t prevent me from at least being driven around the campus jetting out onto the Pacific Ocean. Only slight disappointment I felt was when my eyes searched for days for Pamela running slow mo’ across the beach, which is most every European’s perception of how Malibu should be. Needless to say, I didn’t find her.

We met up with the family at the weekend so they could observe my sexy flu-ridden man-voice. They drove south so we could all see our Christmas pressie; the incredible Hollywood musical production ‘Wicked’. Right there on that Walk of the Stars avenue in Los Angeles! With them and just like a mobile library would stop from town to town, we all made it to LA, Malibu, Irvine and San Diego to visit friends and cousins on both sides of Andrew’s family. Finally I know who auntie Hilda is or why grandpa Bob’s family dog never barked. Jokes aside though, I’m loving getting to know the family and at last putting names to faces.

An integral part of this walk down memory lane included visiting my last childhood neighborhood before we moved to France! I wondered as I thought about the fact that the value of real-estate had trebled in the years I had been gone, why in the world streets were so wide! Why wouldn't you build a row of houses and narrow the streets? I croaked as I knocked on former neighbor’s doors in Newbury Park to find out where the Baxters lived now and when the Colemans moved out of the area. “Ehh, hello *croak*, I lived here *croak* 20 years ago, do you know where the Bax.. *croak*”. Walnut Elementary school seemed so much smaller than my 8 year old mind had imagined it but also so much closer than my kid-legs had made me believe. There was now an American flag hanging out the window of our little Heckman home of 1989 and I had to glance back at Andrew with a smile at the prospect of him seeing the place of many a knee scrape.

Before heading to Denver on Thursday, we’ll drive back north to Los Angeles back to the Chinese embassy for the second attempt at getting visas. I still can’t believe that even with the obvious “happy Chinese new year!” message played live before our ears on our friends’ voicemail, it didn’t occur to us that it was Chinese New Year last week. I think the hand-holding (“caution cars!”, “drink may be hot”, “hotel might contain cancerous diseases”) has got to be slowing my brain doooowwwn.

Perhaps on our way back to LA, we’ll try to fit in another Heckman home visit in Pasadena. Dad said a lady tried to spit on him when he visited the apartment complex last. Bring it on! Much more interesting in our brand-new rental PT Cruiser. Would you blame us? At 10 bucks a day, it was the cheapest car we could find.