Remember when I was lamenting midterms and counting the minutes until spring break? Well, now you know why. I was one lucky lady this past week, as I got to spend six days in LA, followed by three in San Francisco (but I’ll leave that for a Part II post).
Here are some of the things I saw, ate, and did — in no particular order — in the city of angels.
Day one started at the “farmer’s market” at The Grove. Why the quotes? When I hear “farmer’s market,” I expect to see bundles of fresh produce sold by bearded vendors standing under white, tented stands (What? You don’t?). This was not that. Instead, the market offered a plethora of ethnic food options, sweets, and some of that fresh produce I imagined, which my travel buddies and I diligently ignored.
Though there were candied apples galore, pierogies, and Brazilian-style grilled meats among a million other choices, I opted for Mexican (since, California) and also to break my pescatarianism with the above: one chicken mole and one shredded beef taco on homemade corn tortillas + a side of black beans. Would do it again. And again.
Satisfied, we made our way to LACMA, where we wandered through captivating contemporary exhibits, before plopping ourselves down in the café for a necessary caffeine hit. Museum-induced fatigue is very, very real.
Other highlights included a trip to the Melrose Trading Post..
A most nourishing bowl o’ goodness from Cafe Gratitude in Venice…
A trip to the wonderland that is the Venice canals…
And a quickie stop in windy Santa Monica…
More Mexican food at B.S. Taqueria in downtown L.A. (Pro tip: do order the butternut squash tamale and the “duritos” and bean dip, don’t order the “gordo cup” cocktail)…
And an all pink everything journal session at Espresso Profeta in Westwood Village.
As if I didn’t cover enough (neighborhood) bases, I also joined friends on a perfect hike (by perfect I mean mostly flat, super scenic, and less than two hours) in Studio City.
Other activities not featured but thoroughly enjoyed included a traditional Persian feast, a visit to a taping of a TV show, phenomenal dinners at Katsuya (we tried both the Brentwood and Studio City locations), and a whole lotta pool time. Needless to say, I returned home feeling indescribably grateful — for old friends, new places, and more.
Check back soon for my SF recap .