To start off my story about my trip to California, I would like to provide you with information about myself. I have been wanting to go to California for many years now. I was finally given the opportunity to go when my girlfriend’s uncle invited us to visit for a week. I was automatically very excited because he lived close to places my favorite movie was shot, that movie is Fast and Furious. I love cars and that movie, and what better place to go then Los Angeles to see where the movie was made. It all started when Uncle Jay invited my girlfriend and me to visit their new home in Century City, a burrow of Los Angeles. We planned our trip for a long weekend in May from a Thursday to a Monday. Once we landed in LAX we were met at the bottom of the escalator by my girlfriend’s uncle holding a sign with our names, like how limo drivers do. He escorted us out to his convertible Porsche Carrera 911S and we drove to his house with the top down. That night we went to this amazing restaurant in a hotel called Casa Del Mar that over looked the beach. The hotel was walking distance from the Santa …show more content…
We drove to Malibu to visit El Matador Beach and Neptune’s Net. El Matador Beach was a literal hike down to the sand, but the views of the blue ocean were gorgeous. There were huge boulders all over the beach, nothing like North Carolina beaches, but it was way prettier then back home. After sitting in the sun for a few hours we went to Neptune’s Net for lunch. Neptune’s Net is a restaurant off the Pacific Coast Highway that is a famous spot, especially for motorcyclists. We ordered the steak tacos, they may have been the best tacos I’ve ever had. I didn’t know it at the time I was eating there, but I later realized Neptune’s Net was in the first Fast and Furious movie as well. When I came home and watched the movie I laughed when I realized I was at a third movie spot not even realizing it in the
For my essay I have chosen to go with the idea, that not everything in California is what it seems. The truth behind the idea of California and the things that you can accomplish. What is hidden is the struggles and failure of some people when they do come to California. The connections in two stories one being “My Latino Heart” by Mario Garcia. The next story will be “Of Cholos and Surfers” by Jack Lopez. The connections in these two stories is that in Mr. Lopez story is that a young boy is troubled because he is not sure on what being a “Mexican” is all about, and that ties in with what is California image really trying to say. The next story “Of Cholos and Surfers” is a depiction of a young boy also, but he is having trouble trying to break out of the tradition of being a normal “Mexican” and do what he is more comfortable doing. This story ties into how even California isn’t as liberal as the state claims to be.
Before long I spotted my friends a few feet away and I walked in their direction. I found my 3 friends roaring with laughter, and I couldn’t help but laugh as well. A few hours later we were all piled in the car and Ashley’s parents drove home. We sat in a comfortable silence because everyone was exhausted from all the fun that we had. I smiled to myself in the dark, as I thought about what an amazing story my trip to six flags would make in the
I never predicted this beautiful trip ending up as a nightmare in my existence. I drove for approximately 40 minutes and my partner shared the driving for an additional 40 minutes. We were driving my friend mom’s brand new Toyota Camry XLE; one of the most comfortable cars I had ever been in. We enjoyed the elongated ride with new hit music, and air conditioning set to an exact temperature that met our necessities. On the way to the beach some doubts about going there started to circle around our minds, but the fact that we were about half way there made them a...
It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right, taking the 210 which was wrong way and got us lost. So, we exited the freeway and got back on the right track. Then finally, before long, we reached Norton Simon.
I wonder if I should I start calling Las Vegas, Nevada home now. I’ve traveled back and forth from California to Las Vegas since I was a child. I can remember at the age of thirteen my family and I would take family weekend trips very often. By the age of seventeen I was forced to move to Vegas for 6 months right before my senior year of high school started. Since it was my last year of high school my parents decided to let me go back to California for the last three months and graduate with my friends. Since I wasn’t eighteen yet, I forced to go back to Las Vegas right the day after graduation.
Before you begin reading the main narrative of my essay, I want to let you in on some details about my life and myself. I was born in Manhattan, New York and when I was about twenty two days old, I boarded a plane with my parents on a journey across the United States to the city of San Francisco, then to the town of Grass Valley. This is where my grandmother and grandfather resided. They had been telling my parents that the city of Manhattan was no place to raise a child and that we should move to California and live with them. Before making this life changing decision of leaving most of their friends and loved ones in New York to come to California, my parents sent me off to live in India with my uncle. Keep in mind, I was about the age of two when this all happened. The opportunity of leaving me with my uncle gave my parents about a year to think things over and pull themselves together, in efforts to properly raise a child in a country that was so
In all honesty I wanted to go clear my mind, but I also wanted to stay home so I could cry and curl up in a corner. Hassan told me to go fix a bag and meet him down stairs I did as I was told even though I didn't have to. Once I got downstairs I saw Hassan talking to my parents. He was trying to convince them to let me go, and they agreed to let me go as long as I called. After they agreed to let me go listen told me that we were going to his house to see if his parents were cool with it. The one thing that he left out was that he wanted me to lie to his parents. I didn't want to, but I owed him after this whole trip thing. I had a long conversation with his parents and they decided to let him go. I'm not going to lie I wasn't thrilled but how bad could it be. In my mind everything that could go wrong was already being visioned which worried me more. Anyway before his parents could change their mind he grabbed my shirt and drug me across his house outside to the car. Later that evening we had been on the road and I had a flashback. I was in the third grade and I finally got this pretty girl named Katherine. I “loved" her and she felt the same in return, but like they say “All good things come to an end”. I was devastated my heart had a hole, but you get over it eventually I
As my family piled into our car for our four-hour drive, I sincerely hoped my brothers wouldn’t ruin the best chance that we’ve had in a long time. They were already arguing about who got what video game, and were not making my mom and dad feel any better about going. We were going to Illinois, to Chicago, to be even more specific. Chicago was the city I’d been dreaming about visiting for a long time. (Well, that and New York.) I could not believe that my parents were getting out of their comfort zone and taking us to a big city.
California saw many changes very fast. Most of these play part in shaping it into what it is today. From Hollywood to San Francisco, today’s lifestyles in California have roots in the Gold Rush. Because the failure rate was so high, it became common to come out to California lookin...
Las Vegas, the city known for their flashy strip and gorgeous hotels, is one of the most sought out cities in the world. Idolized for their outrageous parties and extravagant conventions, was definitely on my “places-to-go” list. For years my parents preached about how they would take me, but those promises weren’t kept. It was a series of spontaneous events that help push me toward my sought out destination.
California, what makes this state so wonderful? Well if you were to ask any one east from it they might say it’s a party state filled with surfers and celebrities; where no is poor and everyone drinks wine. However, if you were to pick up Mark Arax’s book West of the West you would find the contrary. Arax goes beyond the clichés that California is known for and shows you, well, what is beyond just the west. Showing the true nature of California and its people, if you are one to think that California is a happy go’ lucky state then this would be the book to read to see the real California.
The home of Hollywood and star city of California, Tinsel Town Los Angeles need no introduction to the travellers that fond of movies. The bustling metropolis of North America offers a variety of attractions and delight of travelling to Europeans with its dazzling lifestyle, fabulous hip-hop culture, gentry that has been a trend-setter for youngsters from decades and a plethora of attractions giving the glimpse of shining and ravishing culture the city follows. Bump into the stars of Hollywood or enjoy the sunny sky and marvellous nights at the beaches that are among the best things ever happened to someone in Los Angeles.
Today, I headed to Hollywood to meet someone about a writing gig. My favorite part of Hollywood is admiring the Hollywood sign. I suggested that we meet at one of the best Starbucks in Los Angeles. With my free Starbucks coffee tumbler, this day was only bound to get better.
Ever since I was about six years old, I wanted in the worst way to go to Disneyland. I would hope every year that my parents would chose Disneyland as our next family vacation destination. I dreamt of the day I would come back from Disneyland with exciting tales of adventure and a pair of sparkly, ruby red and black Minnie Mouse ears of my very own that would be the envy of every kid in my elementary class. Once I finally went to Disneyland, it was amazing; Disneyland was everything I had expected and more. However, a couple years later when I returned to Disneyland, it was different. The rides, buildings, and everything in the park did not have the same allure. The magic I had experienced as a child was no longer there.
Wide-eyed and relaxed I burst out the front doors reading “Flamingo Hotel: Las Vegas, Nevada” on July 30th, 2011. Warm air flushed my cheeks, leaving them with a Sunkist shade of pink blush. Leaving this desired destination to face the merciless reality ahead of me seemed an impossible task. What should I look forward to? The massive amounts of homework seemingly piled high past that of Mt. Everest, or mounds of laundry stacked to the sky, nagging guests with little to no moral compass dictating my mood, both at work, and through social media, constantly lurking in the midst of a computer, radio, television, or cell phone. Escaping this lavish lifestyle of dining out, being waited on hand and foot, and resting by the pool seems unreal. Must I really leave this state? A cool gust of wind smacked me straight in the face with the brutality of life’s circumstances. I would have to leave my new found home, I would have to leave my hotel room lavishly embellished with comfort, and I would have to leave the magical city streets that glow luminously throughout. The stinging of the black leat...