Last December I had the great opportunity of finally going back to Los Angeles to visit my Godmother and her family. L.A. is my mom’s hometown and I hadn’t been there since I was probably around 6 or 7 years old. It had definitely been a long time, but I found that i could still remember a lot of things from my childhood. It brought back many good memories and I couldn’t wait to make new ones.
After my first trip to L.A. that December, I decided to go back as soon as I could (yes, I loved it there that much 🙂 ). I had at first planned a trip for May, but several circumstances didn’t allow me to go through with it. However, a new opportunity soon showed itself. As it turns out, my favorite band was going to have a concert in L.A. in August. I absolutely had to go now! They’re a Korean band so they don’t come here often and this was the opportunity I was looking for to go back there and visit my family.
So off I went looking for adventure in L.A. again! From the moment I arrived at the airport I realized this was going to be an amazing vacation. First of all, right after I got to LAX, guess who decided to arrive there around the same time? Super Junior! (That’s my favorite band by the way…yes I’m an E.L.F! 😛 ) I had the chance to actually meet them in person. I don’t know what I did to deserve this unbelievable stroke of luck, but I thanked the universe profusely for it. The rest of the day went by in a blur. While half of me was giddy with excitement, the other half of me was still working on processing what just had happened. I could go on and on abut my feelz, but let’s just leave it at that.
Come Saturday morning and I was getting ready to go to the concert I mentioned earlier. I was going to meet up with a friend I had made on my last visit, and go to the concert with him. I hadn’t seen him in months and although for a while we talked often online I was still an awkward potato (I have problems speaking to people. . .). As soon as the concert started, though, I forgot about my social ineptness. I sang, I danced, I came out of the concert with a sore throat from screaming. . . I had a blast! But the fun wasn’t over yet.
Sunday, my Godmother, her sister, my friend, and I headed over to Universal Studios. We got on every ride we could, even though there were huge lines on almost all of them (especially the Transformers one). Even while our skin was burning to a crisp under the hot California sun, we still let the child in each of us run free. I think the highlight of the day for me was The Mummy ride. If you’ve never been on it, I’ll describe it a bit for you. You start in a room with all the furnishings of an Egyptian tomb, all accurately depicted of course. Then you get ushered into your seats (we were lucky enough to sit at the very front). As the ride starts moving, you get to see some scenes from the movie itself and the ride takes you through a tunnel where you find the Mummy at the end of it. Suddenly everything goes blank as you get pulled this way and that. You try hard not to hit your face on the little grip that’s in front of you, and as you scream bloody murder, you pray to the heavens to let you live one more day. . . That’s it, that’s the ride. I forgot to mention it’s a high speed roller coaster. Even though I’m not much of a screamer, my Godmother next to me was screaming so much that the next day she had no voice whatsoever.
The rest of my trip consisted of watching Japanese and Korean movies with my friend, eating sushi, going to Korea Town and getting lost. . . But one of my fondest memories was going to the Santa Monica Pier. I had never seen the ocean up close before. I only saw it from far up as my plane did a u-ey over it the last time I visited. This time I actually had the chance of putting my feet in the water! As someone who has lived in the middle of the dessert her whole life, this was heaven. If I lived in California, I would be going there constantly. Maybe not even to put on a bathing suit and get in the water, but just to sit at the pier and look out into the ocean. That single moment was the most relaxing time I’ve had in a while.
That same day after returning from Santa Monica, I packed my things and my Godmother picked me up so we could have one last dinner together before catching my flight back to El Paso. Just like that, an amazing week ended. Truthfully, I wasn’t ready to come back yet. I wasn’t ready for the adventure to be over as quickly as it came. However, the memories that were made I’ll always cherish and keep close to my heart.