California Roadtrip: Chapter 1 – Los Angeles
I had been to California once as a kid when visiting San Francisco and San Diego. Throughout following years, I had carried many travel flashbacks that included something like strawberry picking, a zoo, and those deservingly feted, fog-piercing, red-steel bars.
Both, my Mom (a Cali-girl at heart) and my boyfriend Alejandro, had lived some time in the state and reminisced fondly on their lives there. All this, added to a fastly growing #fomo on my behalf thanks to constant music-video and Instagram stalking, made Alejandro and I book a couple of tickets and set off to a 10 day roadtrip along USA’s West Coast.
We arrived to Los Angeles at around 4pm on the 3rd of august. We rented a convertible (a recommended must for this trip) and drove. The air was hot and the streets were crowded. I was particularly excited to visit L.A. despite everyone’s comments on it being a rather soulless, pretentious destination. I think the city’s traditionally perceived plasticity and vapidity have started to evolve into the groovy, artistic hues of the young creative class, things that have blended with its deeply historical Hollywood glam. It’s a cool, complex place. And everyone wears sunglasses and sweatpants and drinks boba tea - what’s not to love?
Chinoise on Main ( 2709 Main St, Santa Monica, CA )/ Fountain Coffee Room ( 9641 Sunset Blvd, Beverly Hills, CA ) / Nobu Malibu ( 22706 Pacific Coast Highway, Malibu, CA )
Matcha Boba Tea at Urth Café / Pink Mojito at the Beverly Hills Hotel’s Polo Lounge
LACMA, The Getty, Gagosian Gallery, Venice Beach, Grifith Observatory (overly touristy but perfect for amazing and classic LA views), Malibu (eat at The Farm)
Rodeo Drive, Vintage shops at Venice Beach (If you’re a fan. I am. Obsessively)