This is a thank you letter to Denise and Ken for the month I spent in their condominium in Santa Monica. Unlike too many renters, they provided absolutely everything, and much more, than I could possibly have wanted. From the bathroom cabinet filled with shampoos, conditioners, shaving cream and sun screens, to games and boogie boards for kids. Since I prepared many of my meals, I was knocked out by the variety of bowls, pots and pans, kitchen tools and electronics. More cookware, glassware, silverware and every other kind of ware than I had ever seen.
The upstairs master bathroom with a Toto toilet and towels striped blue to match the robin's egg walls was flanked by two bedrooms. I set up my computer on the table in the guest room and often stopped working to switch on the small TV that shared it. The master bedroom, in addition to a very comfy queen-size bed, had a large closet, a wardrobe and a dresser with drawers that didn't stick. (Not always the case.) Both rooms were tastefully decorated and spotlessly clean.
Down the carpeted stairs a large flat-screen TV faced a handsome sofa and chairs. A convenient bathroom was tucked under the staircase. Out the front door was an enclosed patio where I often ate lunch in the sun. Breakfast I took at the round glass table off the kitchen.
For convenience the neighborhood is hard to beat. Three blocks in one direction is a major super market. But my favorite was the Whole Foods a 15 minute walk from the apartment. Ten minutes downhill on Ocean Park Boulevard is Main Street, to me the best in Santa Monica. A great farmers market with live music, a petting zoo for the kids and hot and cold seasonal foods on Sundays. A variety of interesting restaurants and owner-operated small shops make Main Street charming all week long. The famous miles-long beach and the Pacific are three blocks away.
Finally, after long days of exploring LA, I always looked forward to coming home, because that is what Denise and Ken had made it.