Last time I stayed in LA – a decade ago, basically! – we stayed at the Hollywood Roosevelt, which was one of the coolest hotels I have ever stayed in. Old school Hollywood, full of Marilyn Monroe and Clark Gable. We had a family holiday roadtrip, where we flew to LA, then drove up the coast with many stops on the way, before flying home from San Francisco.
I loved the entire trip like nothing else on earth. I have always had a lot of love for America – although lots of you don’t think that’s ‘cool’, I don’t care and I adore it! My stepdad lived in California for some years, so going with him I have always felt almost like a native, or certainly connected to the place with an insider’s perspective by proxy.
When I was much younger, I always maintained that I would live in San Francisco one day. Now, I think I live in Britain’s answer to San Francisco (Brighton) – seriously, I have always found the similarities, both geographic and cultural, between the two cities to be striking. But now I find myself obsessing over LA.
I am desperate to go back. As soon as possible. I definitely want this to be my next big trip (the last being my solo NYC mission to the Hotel Chelsea for my 29th birthday). The time has come and I am plotting…