Jay in Los Angeles

Caroline Wise, Jay Patel, John Wise

It’s Sunday, and our friend Jay Patel is off work. He’d asked the day before if we had anything planned and if we’d like to hang out; I suggested he be up early and join us for something crazy. We are on that crazy trip, and you are about to go along with us.

Jay Patel

If we are in Cabazon, we are either here because Pee-wee Herman is filming a new installment to his Big Adventure, or we are heading into Los Angeles on our own big adventure. The latter is the case today.

Jay Patel

First, we head into Chinatown and hit the bargain stalls, looking for anything that might be appealing. Jay starts with a vendor we’d never have considered stopping at; the guy is running sugar cane stalks through a crusher that makes fresh sugar cane juice. He’s not had a glass of this since leaving India, where it’s a popular drink.

The next stop is Little Tokyo for the chance to try imagawayaki, a favorite of ours and a new flavor for Jay. On this perfect day, we stop in various shops, check the sights, and strive for a different experience than hanging out in Phoenix.

Jay Patel

A quick tour of downtown L.A. and soon we are moving down the freeway towards Orange County.

Caroline Wise, Jay Patel, John Wise

We were looking for Artesia, also known as Little India. Besides some shopping and hanging out with the other Gujus and various other Hindus, we were aiming for the Jay Bharat restaurant for a Gujarati Thali. A Thali is an assortment of dishes and translates to a “full plate meal.” This type of traditional meal is not found in any Arizona restaurants, though we have experienced some of the flavors at Sonal’s, Anju’s, and Jay’s place.

Caroline Wise, Jay Patel, John Wise

After about seven hours in the Los Angeles area and getting a cultural taste of China, Japan, India, and some Spanish influence, it was time to head right back to Arizona. Who could argue that 11 hours of driving is not worth half a day of big adventure doing things that take us out of our ordinary?

Santa Barbara – Day 2

After spending all day with the Burns yesterday and having breakfast with them this morning, we got an early start back to Arizona so we could stop at the California Strawberry Festival in Oxnard, California. On our drives up the coast, we’ll often exit at Central Avenue off the 101 Freeway in Oxnard, where a fruit stand consistently has the sweetest strawberries.

We spotted the signs for the festival and were hoping to have enough time to pay a quick visit, and sure enough, we made it. It’s kind of like the Renaissance Fair but with strawberries instead of overflowing bustiers.

California Strawberry Festival in Oxnard, California

The festival has been going on now for about a dozen years, and if things like strawberry nachos sound good to you, take some time to get to Oxnard around the middle of May.

Los Angeles – Day 2

Driving south to visit new places and stopping along the coast because a selfie in front of the water always makes for a nice shot of two happy people.

Mission San Juan Capistrano in California

Our first visit to Mission San Juan Capistrano down here by Dana Point. This might be the most beautiful garden of all the missions we’ve visited to date.

Mission San Juan Capistrano in California

Nothing like recent rains to add details to already beautiful plant life.

Mission San Juan Capistrano in California

From the mosses on the walls to the crumbling facade, Mission San Juan Capistrano is wearing its age well.

Mission San Juan Capistrano in California

Infinity is found deep within.

Mission San Juan Capistrano in California

So if infinity is found deep within, what happens when we never manage to go beyond the surface of things? We crumble and fade away and ultimately will be unknown, just as most of us are to ourselves. Those who teach about spirituality in an organized Christian way only find value in the soul, which will remain elusive and foreign to those who cannot fathom the depth of where they are allowed to travel but are too afraid to venture.

Mission San Juan Capistrano in California

The rain pauses with waterdrops clinging to paddles of this succulent before falling to earth or evaporating back into a gas as water and plants live in a symbiotic balance where the cycle of life is in full bloom.

Mission San Juan Capistrano in California

The altar of God, the altar of gold, the altar of power: we kowtow before the altar but not that of ourselves. We are taught that the altar of ego is evil, and yet we are told to bow before those who are achieving greatness as defined by power structures that control the masses. We are deserving to be sheep with less freedom than a drop of water falling from the sky.

Interstate 10 driving east from Los Angeles, California

Snow and sky, green and blue, power from the wind, energy from the sun, and yet we move through the environment unaware of most everything except the next off-ramp where clean toilets have been promised because our personal needs are deemed more important than the energy we derive from the imagination that has been inspired by the exploration of nature.

Interstate 10 driving east from Los Angeles, California

Is the ultimate reward really salvation when the rainbow is a terrestrial phenomenon that our eyes are perfectly tuned for? The glory of life is a daily gift that too many have turned into a torment that becomes their living hell, at which point they try to sell it to the rest of us as a kind of normal. They are wrong. Long live the rainbow and the exhilaration that is found beneath their arc.

Los Angeles – Day 1

Caroline Wise and John Wise in West Covina, California

Another Friday night drive out to Los Angeles, California, yesterday. We are enjoying the rain we Arizonans covet so dearly here on this glorious Saturday morning. You probably don’t recognize the background, but I do. It’s one of the flood control channels that is pushing water to a larger channel that I’m very familiar with because we are in West Covina, and I used to walk by this spot frequently as a kid on my way to the West Covina Fashion Plaza (as it was known at the time). At another time in my youth, I worked across the street here on California Avenue at one of the two Barro’s pizzerias that existed at the time, which was about 1978.

Driving in the rain in Los Angeles, California

Out and about exploring Los Angeles and heading over to visit with my father.

Little India and Disneyland – Day 2

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Well, I hope the Patels like this place because Caroline and I will easily be entertained, with our inner six-year-old selves giddy with excitement to be here again.

Sonal Patel with Hemu, Kushbu, and their Ba at Disneyland in Anaheim, California

We can stand in any line as many times as anyone else would like to, as there’s nothing in Disneyland that we don’t like, including those sold-out days when it’s jam-packed in here. How many times have we been on the Raiders of the Lost Ark? Who knows, who cares? We’re ready to do it again, and so is Kushbu.

Caroline Wise and John Wise at Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Of course, we had to have a selfie of us with the kind of smiles only Disneyland can create.

Hemu Patel at Disneyland in Anaheim, California

The awkwardness of Hemu, who’s a teenager, has us wondering if she’s having fun, would rather be out with friends, or is intensely too aware that she’s not getting homework done. To be fair, she’s a bit quieter and reserved than her more rambunctious sister Kushbu, who seems more assertive.

Sonal Patel with Hemu, Kushbu, and their Ba at Disneyland in Anaheim, California

We need to get this family to practice their on-camera skills at showing some emotion, smiling, and keeping their eyes open when there are cameras around. Everyone had fun today and enthusiastically went along everywhere Caroline and I wanted to take them. Time for the long drive home before it gets too late.

Little India and Disneyland – Day 1

Sonal Patel and her family in Blythe, California

It was just last summer that we’d first met Sonal and shortly after that, I volunteered to update the way she rented videos from three thick handwritten notebooks. I thought I would knock it out quickly after I found a shared database listing of Hindi movies and then just cross-check what she had in inventory and be done with it in a few days. Turned out I couldn’t find that list, and after having volunteered my services, I sat down in her store and started entering every title by hand. It took a couple of weeks sitting with her in Indo Euro, and we had the opportunity to chat quite a bit.

When I was finished, she asked me what she owed me; I told her that I’d volunteered and she owed me nothing. She persisted, and I told her if I allowed her to pay me, it would be at my billable rate; she said okay. I told her the number, and she grimaced and I reminded her that this is why I volunteered my help. I took this opportunity to let her know that, seeing she wanted to do something in return, I’d love it if she would invite Caroline and me into her home and have her mom cook for us. Not the kind of stuff we’ve had in Indian restaurants but the kind of food she’s been eating in the shop since I started coming by. She agreed.

Sonal Patel and her family in Hollywood, California

So, towards the end of summer, Caroline and I arrived at her house and were greeted by Hemu (left), Sonal (center back), Kushbu (center front), and Ba (that means grandmother, and she’s on the right). We had an amazing dinner that included bitter melon, drumstick (not the chicken type, as this was a vegetarian meal; the scientific name is “moringa”), doodhi (bottle gourd), and a couple of other things. Our meal with the Patels changed our relationship with Indian food as we’d never eaten Gujarati-style cooking; we were hooked. By this time, our friendship was getting well-cemented.

Before moving to Arizona from New Jersey and buying Indo Euro Foods, Sonal had been to Los Angeles one other time while visiting; back then, Kushbu was only two years old. Since moving permanently to the desert, she’d not been back, and Caroline and I suggested that she and the family drive out with us. They agreed. So we loaded up in her van and drove out to visit some family in Blythe, California, first (top photo) and then on to Hollywood (photo above).

Shopping in Little India Artesia, California

Our next stop was for market research; we went over to Little India in Artesia. Funny that it would be Caroline and I introducing a Hindu to an Indian shopping district.

Shopping in Little India Artesia, California

We strolled from shop to shop and learned a lot on the way while being entertained by peaking into shops that we’d never stop at on our own.

Caroline Wise and John Wise shopping in Little India Artesia, California

After a ton of browsing and shopping for stuff that would end up in Sonal’s store in Phoenix, we ate at Rasbhog on Pioneer Boulevard and had our first taste of Gujarati Thali and Indo-Chinese cooking. I love our lives. By the way, look closely at the mirror in the photo above; I took a selfie of Caroline and me.