Van Nuys: breath it in.

After spending a night in a motel (that's Motel, not Hotel), a night in another motel (again, note the M) that had internet access which we desparately needed so we paid way too much for it, and visiting many overpriced / undermaintained apartments, we walked into the Mi Casa Apartments.

And let me tell you, life is good at Mi Casa, which is Spanish for a whales v--. I think it actually means "my house".


Van Nuys is nice and it has an interesting history. After double-yu-double-yu two and the post war boom that was happening, the San Fernando Valley was where your average working class American MAN was able to afford a house with some space out back called a "yard". It really was America's first suburb.

Them rich white folks have apparently moved out of these suburbs and into the...suburbs (?) because around here is has come to our attention that approximately 15% of the population is caucasion, the remaining population being mostly hispanic or under that "other" column that you check off when applying for your licence because nobody can really tell what you are anyway.