I’m a native Angelino. Technically, born in Glendale, raised in Burbank with a few geographic moves to Studio City and Calabasas, I have never lived outside the county limits of Los Angeles.
Now, we all know how crazy California is, how nuts Los Angeles is. People from Texas and Wyoming scoff at us wackos living in California and Los Angeles in particular, although San Francisco is probably a lot more wacky..but I digress.
The thing is, LA is like a beautiful woman. A really insane beautiful woman that you just cannot stop staring at. Yes, she’s as nuts as an inbred poodle, but she takes your breath away every time you stop long enough to look at her.
She’s perfect weather in November, beautiful sandy beaches, open sprawling vistas and landscapes. She’s abundance and bright bougainvillea climbing around the urban landscape. She’s fruit and vegetables so bright and beautiful they’re as amazing as the art hanging on the walls of the numerous museums. She’s empty streets downtown and traffic jams in the suburbs. Yes she’s run by a philandering mayor who has a thing for Telemundo newscasters. Yes, you have to sit in your car for hours on end just to travel five miles. Yes, there’s a lot of people with fish lips, and faces pulled too tight…but that’s the beauty of it all!! The melting pot, the Spanglish, the clean pristine streets of Brentwood, the gritty streets of Sun Valley filled with 98 cent stores and strip clubs.
Look below the surface of the beauty of LA and there’s a lot of depth there. Not at first, but keep looking..it’s there. And if all else fails….find a Mexican food truck and know you’re in the best city on the planet, so just kick back and enjoy her. Here are a few images to get your motor running.