When ever I come home to Los Angeles I notice change. The city's edifices do not shift, they can't, but each time the enviorment is different. Shops close, business open, musuems acquire art exhibits, and my friends and family continue growing.
Being away does suck, but the positive spin I place on my story is that I'm more eager to adventure when I return. Being in Upstate New York has served as a catalyst for my pride in being an Angel native. When I'm asked, "Wow how did you come hear?" I respond with my script about winning the Posse scholarship. Every time I'm smiling more as I recognize that L.A. is not a dream but my reality. Each break, I make a bucket list inspired by Buzzfeed videos and listicles about the top tourist attractions in SoCal. One of my favorite aspects about living in California is the sheer volume of areas to explore. This break is short, only 3 weeks, and so I've tried to cross off a few more points off from my list.
I am thankful for my friend Rachel, pictured in the right, and her nomadic spirit. She is our group's navigator and every time we hop in the car we end up somewhere new. On Tuesday, I asked her to take me wherever she liked. She texted back with, 'Be ready at 10 we'll take the train.' I had to haul ass when I awoke to see the crimson digits on my table display 9:55. We missed the train, but we managed to ger breakfast. After an hour ride we arrived in the Los Angeles Arts District.
The caffe is called Urth Cafe, and as you can imagine I had never been here before. Besides the food looking for Instagram it was delicious. It was organic, locally grown, and all those other labels west coasters slap onto our food to make us look boougie. After the last slice we went looking for the famous wings.
These are wings painted by Colette Miller as part of her Global Wings Project, created to "remind humanity that we are Angels on this Earth." The wings are painted throughout SoCal and Miller has gone as far as to paint some abroad.
We found 3 sets of wings and each discovery ingnited a photoshoot. We continued to stroll throughout the streets discovering art that intrigued and inspired.
The night ended with Rachel, Adriana, and I watching La La Land and crying.
I think the biggest gem found this day is the fact that L.A. is the city where dozens come to dream. Unlike Breakfast at Tiffany's though the ending is not a happy one. La La Land ends with the starcrossed lovers in seperate lanes, not kissing in the rain. You don't come to L.A. for love, you come here to fight.
Author William Samayoa
Marketer by profession and storyteller by passion. L.A. raised, proud Latino, and pop culture enthusiast.