Aimee and I arrived in Salinas in the late afternoon, after a two-hour bus ride from Big Sur. We had already seen Salinas briefly when the train from San Jose dropped us off here to start our ride, but we really didn't see much more than the train station. We explored the city a bit on our second visit, but were pretty much just stalling until we could check into our hotel room. We were wiped out.
We got up early the next day, since our train to Los Angeles departed around 9 or so. We stumbled into a little diner as we looked around for some breakfast. It was a fantastic little place that looked like it fell out of the cold war era. But as a reflection of who does most of the farming in America, all of the items were Mexican food. We were pleasantly surprised when the server brought us a tray of chips and salsa. In a diner. At 7 am. This was our kind of diner.
