Santa Catalina is waiting for me. It would have been a lovely trip over to the island but the sea was rough that day! My poor son puked seven times and my husband could only describe me as going beige. Lips and everything, all one color. Once we got there we were all fine. The island is a lovely magical place filled with old Hollywood and bison. Yes I said bison and at one point I was literally about 10 feet from four huge wild bison. Pictures you ask well there would have been had I been in charge of the camera. There would be gorgeous photos of the old casino with its amazing tile murals, pictures of all the amazing fish we saw on our semi-submersible tour we took (totally worth the money and potential puke). You would have been treated to photos of the amazing Wrigley Arabian Horse ranch hidden on the interior of the island ( where my daughter tried desperately to miss the bus so she could stay on as a ranch hand). Why, why are there no pictures of these amazing sights???? Well you see friend all of these things were viewed while in motion...do I need to explain further???? Maybe I do! I was so ill on the boat over that any possibility of being motion sick again and I was in serious meditation mode. It was awful! This resulted in the hubby and older child being in charge of the camera. Lots of pictures of my children and you can even sorta tell we are in Catalina! If it weren't for my daughter playing with the camera, I would not have this solitary shot of the harbor at Avalon. So needless to say for the boat ride home I swallowed copious amounts of Dramamine (the wonder drug in my opinion) and did just fine.