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Though I realize that there are many big cities in the United States, it seems that two have always been, in my mind, THE big cities. Perhaps it’s because publishing is so firmly grounded in these two cities, or perhaps it’s because they’re usually the cities people go to in an attempt to “make it” at their craft – but for me, the two quintessential big cities in this country are New York and Los Angeles.
I’ve been to New York twice, and though I’ve adored the people I’ve visited there, I have to admit that New York is not for me. It’s not my kind of city.
So when Amanda suggested this weekend that we go to Los Angeles for the day, I was cautiously optimistic that I might like it. Los Angeles is so thoroughly involved with film, writing, art. It’s sunny, it’s glitzy, even in that retro way where it’s lost some of its shine.
The day started with a spur-of-the-moment trip down Hwy 23, a last-minute endeavor to get from the 101 to the Pacific Coast Highway. As Amanda maneuvered hairpin, blind turns amid cyclists and sports cars, I was taken with how beautiful the landscape was. We were up in the hills. We were in the kinds of places that burn. And then it hit me – I was going to be sick.
Even with all that beauty, all I could do was squeeze my seat, blast the A/C in my face, and hope I didn’t puke. I couldn’t even enjoy the fact that we were in the Topanga Canyon area (enjoyable because Topanga… from Boy Meets World… Tuh-PANGA… Anyone?).
Alas, we made it, cresting over the hilltop. I settled my stomach enough to get this photo and to marvel at the beauty of the place before our final descent down to the PCH.
Let this be known throughout the land: I’m not taking Hwy 23 ever again. EVER. Continue reading »