We woke up early. Nothing on the walls except for a wifi password and a small mirror to check your face in before heading out. A tiny smell of fungus. We packed our bags as fast as we could, threw them into our car and went down to the beach. Walking along the water, coffee in hand, sun in face. Over the bridges at the canals, peeping into people’s homes.
A hike and a drive later we’re at our house in Silverlake. Last stop and last Airbnb for the trip. A view over the small houses and the palm trees, it’s sunny and warm and I could see myself live here. We walk down to Black Cat on Sunset and drink aperols with Jonathan and Nancy from Stranger Things. Or next to them. They are smoking and acting to not be in love. They’re not very good at it.
As the sun sets we take a cab up the hills to eat pasta and drink cocktails at The Friend and then it’s a new day. They pass slowly and smoothly in the California sun. I guess that’s what vacation is all about. Not knowing what day it is.
We see Nicola and Todd in their biker garage home and we buy vintage t-shirts next to Kendall Jenner. We eat at French bistro’s and buy Dickie’s for 5 bucks. We eat brunch at Sqirl and hang on our terrace watching the sky that is as pink as the rosé in our glasses.
And as we’re holding hands on a very shaky flight back to New York, our bruned noses start to peel.