There were many firsts for me on this trip. It was my first time at a resort (Pechanga). It was my first time visiting an Indian Reservation. It was also my first time in Hollywood, Beverly Hills, Orange County, and Los Angeles. I tried “Country Italian” food (whatever that is), and I even tried caviar and escargot! The escargot was hard to get down; this was a onetime thing…never again! The caviar was actually not bad at all. The texture was that of Pop Rocks and the tastes although indescribable, not that bad. The resort was absolutely beautiful. It had a sparkling, blue pool, a spa, and a state-of-the-art gym. It was surrounded by some of the most gorgeous mountains I had ever seen. Looking directly out front of the resort was a snowcapped mountain reaching high into the heavens, as if trying to touch God. Around the back of the resort were boulder covered mountains. Those mountains were green as can be and the boulders that dotted the landscape were ivory white. The inside of the resort and casino was decorated with a tribal theme. Greens, reds, yellows, and blues were splashed on every wall. Massive totem poles greeted you as you entered the lobby, and right in the center of the lobby was a new age artsy fountain. The clerks there were some of the most hospitable people I have ever met. To the right of the lobby was the casino filled with smoke, games, lights, and old people. I only played two dollars, and did not win anything. Located inside the casino were nine restaurants, one buffet, and one food court. Each had its own theme and pizzazz. Every morning the rooms were cleaned top to bottom and the towels and sheets refreshed. Every night our beds were turned down so we could hop right in them after a long grueling day of work.
In Orange County, there were palm trees everywhere! The sun was shining and the air was crisp and clear. The houses were huge! The landscape was trimmed and full of color. Beverly Hills is just as beautiful as Orange County, but the houses were even bigger…and there were more cars in the driveway. The smallest house in Beverly Hills goes for no less than $500,000. Ferns and birch trees decorate front yards and palm trees line the town streets. The Beverly Hills Hotel is this huge pastel pink building. It is one huge hotel building and a few private bungalows. Right up the street from the Beverly Hills Hotel is Wilshire Blvd. Wilshire connects you to West Hollywood. On the opposite side of the Beverly Hills Hotel is the famous Rodeo Drive. Walking down Rodeo gave me this sense of class. Unlike New York, Beverly Hills does not have this holier-than-thou attitude. They accept you for who you are and that attitude makes understand the truth that truly everyone is equal.
Hollywood is as glamorous as I had imagined it was. The Hollywood sign is definitely breathtaking. All it is is nine huge letters on the side of a mountain, but it was still breathtaking. It’s definitely not as grand as the Mona Lisa or Big Ben, but it is definitely in my Top 5. Downtown Los Angeles is almost like any other city, BUT does any other city have the Walk-of-Fame? No! Does any other city have handprints and footprints of some of the most amazing actors throughout time? No! Those reasons are what make L.A.; L.A. Nobody pushes or shoves you like in New York City. It truly is a city of dreams.
The beaches in California are crystal clear, and blue as the sky. The pueblos are lined up in rows of adobe red and canary yellow. The mountains are purple when the sun begins to set and bright green when the sun is directly overhead. California. A place where dreams can come true? Maybe. Is it a place of exquisite beauty? Definitely! All I know is that God can make anything seem like the lap of luxury. He created therefore it is beautiful and luxurious.
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