April showers brings Cherry Blossom flowers! The beautiful Sakura Cherry Blossom trees begin to bloom around the world during April, attracting countless visitors to admire its delicate floral beauty. A gift from Japan, Washington DC has hundreds of cherry blossom trees lining the Tidal Basin, where iconic monuments and the beautiful trees come together in harmony. This year was my first time driving to see the trees and wow, was it worth it! After a long, cold winter, the blossoming of the trees truly signified that the wait is over, Spring here we come!
My parents having a house close to southeastern Connecticut, has made me quite familiar with the area. The towns of Greenwich and Westport are well known and often attract celebrities and other high profile people for it’s luxurious mansions and proximity to the city. While these towns still have some of New England’s classic colonial charm,you will mostly find grand multimillion dollar mansions and main streets filled with high end designer retail stores. Right next to Westport, however, there is a charming little town that often goes unnoticed as it gets overshadowed by its more ostentatious neighbors. Southport is a beautiful town on the water with understated yet stately homes, many Greek Revival with some Victorian and Georgian Colonial, overlooking Southport Harbor. While the homes are not that much cheaper than it’s neighbors there is little pretention and a very laid back atmosphere. A couple of years back a Michael Douglas movie was being filmed there, and a security man who had to stay in his car all night told me that an elderly lady from up the block invited him in several times and offered him something to much on. Southern hospitality? Nah, Southport hospitality. On Harbor Road you will find beautiful homes overlooking the harbor with many boats lined up by Pequot Yacht Club. If you drive south on Pequot Avenue you will Southport Beach, a beautiful beach any time of year.
When we finally arrived at Malibu we were hungry and tired. Luckily there was a small fish grill right across the street from our house on Pacific Coast Highway. After polishing of fish tacos and fries, and watching all the surfers make there way back from the ocean across the street to the surf shack next door, we made our way to the house, unpacked and took in the spectacular views of Carbon beach and the Malibu Pier. Once we felt settled, we walked along the beach, and stopped by the Pier to check out Malibu Farm, which was unsurprisingly packed. At this point the sun was setting and the sky turned a most magnificent fuchsia. The pier was filled with fisherman getting there last catch, locals enjoying their last hours before the Monday blues kicked in, and couples watching the glorious sunset. I love it all. It felt so homey, though it was first time there.
Santa Monica, LA’s Time Square? I made the comparison a few times as we made our way through the throngs of people chatting, shopping, biking, and watching street performers. In addition to it being a Sunday (Funday:)) there was a big marathon going on which created a lot of crowd to the already noisy streets of Santa Monica. The Beach was like nothing I’ve ever seen. Skateboarders, surfers, people doing yoga, bikers and anyone that could possibly enjoy the warm winter (crazy, right?!) day and everything the Santa Monica beach had to offer was there.
About a month ago, for the very first time, I traveled from my comfortable nest here in New York to the ever glamorized territory of Southern California. Despite being an only 5 hour flight, i felt like I was entering a strange and foreign land of endless sun, smiles, waves and sun kissed blondes. The moment i stepped out of the airplane into LAX, i felt the shift in energy in comparison to New York. That shift only intensified as we drove through the streets in our rented Wrangler, taking in the warm March air. We stopped by Santa Monica, had drinks at the Beverly Hills Hotel and then finally made are way up the Pacific Coast Highway to our rented Malibu home on Carbon Beach.
Despite Los Angeles being one of America’s biggest cities, it doesn’t feel like one. New York does. New York is intense, it’s rushed, it’s work, work, work tIthen play, if you have time. LA’s energy is quite different. s play, play some more, then work so you can keep playing! The difference is palpable, and stark. My trip here made me appreciate both of these cities, each offering a certain lifestyle vibe and culture.
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