Los Angeles is so much more than Hollywood and vapid blonde women in big sunglasses and angry Black men in speed cars (the stereotype, I know). As much as I did get to explore places and spaces beneath the surface of LA during my college years, there are some really obvious areas that I neglected to ever see.
It would be unfair to liken it to New York City’s Central Park, or even São Paulo’s Parque Ibirapuera. Still, Echo Park gave me that feeling. The feeling of a nature-based hideaway smack dab in the middle of the city. With leaves rustling against the wind in the trees above, and the ducks pattering away, and the constant shower of the fountain, one can easily close her eyes and escape the city that is just a block away in every direction.
That day was really special. I got to reconnect with my college bestie, which was just fantastic. It was a lovely reminder that no matter how far and how long we’re apart, we’re still part of each other’s lives. And that means everything to me.
Note: This is part of a series of posts in which I share snippets of my Easter sojourn. Thank you for reading.