It’s hard to believe, but it’s been 12 years since I’ve been to Los Angeles.
I was still in my 20s, I had just finished graduate school at Northwestern University, and hadn’t even completed my first year as a reporter at the now defunct Honolulu Advertiser.
I’ll tell you.
At that time, I started getting the travel bug. I had just come home from living in Chicago — where visiting New York City on the weekend wasn’t crazy — and was earning a regular paycheck.
I went to LA that last time — it was my third trip to the City of Angeles by then — as part of the Cherry Blossom Festival. (We participated in the city’s annual Nisei Week festivities.) So most of what we had done — tour around J-Town, spend an entire day at Disneyland — were things I had already checked off my travel list.
It was time to do something else.
So I did. I started traveling elsewhere — to San Francisco, to Japan, to Paris, to Portland, to Taiwan, to Australia, to Costa Rica — and it never occurred to me to go back to LA.
I had to use up a ticket on Delta Airlines that was expiring, and Los Angeles sounded like a reasonable option. I could visit some friends — and my older sister — I hadn’t seen for awhile. I could finally check out King’s Hawaiian Bakery in Torrence. And I could sit on the beach at Malibu and watch the surf I have only seen videos of.
Since I had a free weekend, I decided, “Why not?”
So I’m heading to LA tomorrow morning — my mom in tow — and aside from a few things we already have planned out, our schedule is wide open.
Suggestions? I’m taking ’em!