With a metro ride to the airport, I knew this trip was going to be epic. I flew over Dallas Fort Worth, and got to California Ontario airport Friday evening. I was surprised and completely fascinated by the vast flatness of this country. When I was flying into Dallas it was so beautiful to see the colourful lights so far in the distance. And this was all just one place. Amazing
In Claremont, we planned, I slept on the floor on a pillow from a chair, with my winter jacket on, and the next morning we got up bright and early and drove in to LA. It was a two hour drive but completely worth it. Upon our arrival I was struck by that typical American feeling. I suddenly thought I was in a movie and everything around me was a complete stereotypical depiction of what I should normally see in the States. The people were my kind of people, dressed up and relaxed, nice, slightly drunk or on some sort of drug. I mean, I think so at least... It's California, and this is the trip of stereotypes, so I get to say that. We parked right under the Kodak theatre, where I imagine Brad Pitt, Johnny Depp and Oprah park their cars, or have their cars parked by their drivers. We walked up and down the Walk of Fame, took pictures of people's names on the floor, and loved the warm weather after Snowpocalypse back home. It was wonderful. Absolutely worth it and refueled my.
We moved on to the Chinese Theatre right next door to the Kodak. Kodak, by the way, is where the Oscars take place. So yes, I felt a little fear that people might recognize my from my many famous roles in the industry. But my costume was flawless and no one attacked me with requests for autographs. The Chinese Theatre was designed and kept up by this guy called Sid, and this is where the hand and shoe prints are of all the famous people. It's a lot smaller than I expected. The area is just a little square right there in front of that gong thing in the above picture. And also there are only like 34 spots left. You have to have a seriously awesome career to be part of this, though. So that's great hope that Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber won't be there... Please, dear God, don't let such an atrocity happen.
Next we decided to go to Beverly Hills. Seriously, worst idea ever. I mean, I love my life so much and I appreciate everything we have and everything I am allowed to do. But this place just makes me so jealous of all the people that don't have to be worried about anything like tuition or spending money at a restaurant because their front yard is the size of my entire campus. The parks we drove by outside closed communities and roads, they were so nice... I want to be a hobo there. I want to live in their parks and I would be the classiest hobo in the world.
We drove past places, it was 2 in the afternoon, mind you. They were having cocktails and celebrating. At two in the afternoon, on the 12th of February, outside, in the sun. I hold a grudge against anyone that lives that life. Don't even get me started on the other neighbourhood... we drove through Rodeo Dr. Like a kid in an antique's store... we drove around really carefully, afraid we would look at something and break it. Just looking at the shops made me go broke. Next, we drove to Santa Monica Pier and Venice Beach. The pier is the famous pier that has an amusement park and roller coaster and stuff on it, over the water. And the beach is huge. HUGE.
And then we headed home in the famous traffic. I don't know why it's so famous, it was really annoying... De fahrer, de Fruend, isch so en schlechte Fahrer.. Immer hin und her i de lanes ume zoge und ich han echt denkt ich sterb wenn emal eine eus i'd siite faart....
The next day, again bright and early, we headed to (mumbles). What?
That's right, we drove through San Diego and to Mexico, just a mere two and a half hour drive from where we were staying. Best idea ever? I think so. We parked on the border, still in the US, and walked across the border to Tijuana. You would think it's shady. But Tijuana is fueled by tourism so they really got their act together and it's really safe to walk across, easy to find the central square, the people are awesome and nice, and it's a beautiful place. I was taken away by the great energy coming from the locals and the atmosphere of the place. I loved it. Of course we had to do some things. I mean, it was the stereotype trip. So, taco, corona, sombrero gold pendant, Mexican blanket, and tequila. We got it all.
Then, once back in the States, after fear of cavity searches and stranded students in Mexico, we headed away from the border. We finally found our car again... it took a while... the place is huge... we headed to some San Diego university and watched the sunset from some cliffs. It was beautiful. And once again, I feel jealousy and anger towards those lazy students that get to live there and see this. They have their own beach and cliff and stuff. I hate you all. You know who you are...
And so the last dinner and the last night and the last morning in LA arrived. I got food poisoning. So I'll surely never forget the weekend. It ended in extreme pain and discomfort. I hadn't slept super either which wasn't helping much. But whatever, it was still totally worth it. Also, on the plane back home a guy two rows behind me had a seizure and almost died and a guy two rows in front of my got up and said, like in the movies, "I'm a doctor..." and saved his life. It was just completely filled with awesome American-ness. Best 3 night weekend trip of randomness.
WOW!! Now I'm jealous!
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