Continuing my infatuation with southern California, on my current trip to the US I scheduled in a week in Orange County. For those uninitiated, “The OC” is home to beautiful people, beaches, expensive restaurants and lots of traffic. There are some other things, too—like lots of conservative republicans, corporate offices, amusement parks, piers and frozen bananas.
It’s a pretty special place. That’s probably why it shows up so often in pop culture.
Orange County is just an hour or so south of Los Angeles—not including the traffic (a constant plague of southern California). My obsession with southern California started, like most of my generation, with Seth, Ryan and Marissa (“welcome to the OC, bitch”). So when my Dad invited me out for a mini-holiday in the OC, I jumped at the chance. Sunshine and beach boardwalks—that’s the life for me!
But there was another reason for the holiday-within-a-holiday. I needed a break. Somewhere to recharge and relax, but still a place I could take in the basic tourist sites. In the end, the OC had what I needed: easy access to Los Angeles for some fun and plenty of beaches with chill boardwalks perfect for lazy lounging in the late fall.