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Nature

I am positively sure that I want to move. I just moved, within the country, to a place where there is more nature. When I compare Arnhem’s nature to LA’s nature, which isn’t really fair, I just.. I would immediately move to California if I could take everyone with me. LA sounds like a big, big city where people are shallow and only care about their personal achievements, and while this might be true on tv and maybe partly in real life – Hollywood for the dreams of being famous and Beverly Hills for the dreams of being pergect, and more rich – there is a whole lot more to LA. Hidden behind this cloud of cars and food (not that there’s clouds here often) are outstretched, uncrowded beaches, huge hilly green parks, rocky redbrown mountains, deserts with beautiful sunsets and cactusses as far as you can look and luscious big plants and palmtrees that make every street look alive and green. You can go to the beach in and swim in the ocean on the same day as going skiing in the mountains. There’s endless possibilities. And that goes for everything here, probably.READ MORE

Sound of the Police

Yesterday might have been the warmest day this week, if you think 30 degrees is warm for winter, which I do. Still, we went out shooting and after hair and make-up was done at Katie and Bradfords house and I looked like a 50s housewife, we drove away. Not before stopping at Subway where I walked in, curlers in my hair and all, to buy a sandwich. Apparently this is totally normal in Hollywood as no one really looked surprised.

Anyway. We drove to Malibu Mountain state park, which was incredibly beautiful, curvy roads through mountains and hills of grass and green and trees and rocks. We stopped at a pond that looked like it came out of a movie: picknick tables surrounded it and there were blossom trees and boats.READ MORE

Hills

 

When I used to watch The Hills on MTV it didn’t occur to me. When I saw Hollywood Hills on the map it didn’t occur. When I was in the car and actually saw them, it didn’t occur to me. THESE HILLS ARE F-ING STEEP! I was dropped somewhere far far on Hollywood boulevard and decided to walk home. Hollywood bl was okay, it was busy and I saw Bane and Star Wars people and Snowwhite, but it was flat. Then I had to walk north towards where I live and this one hill was so steep that it looked like I wouldn’t even been able to walk on it. Like it was vertical. I used to dream about roads like that.READ MORE

Psychology

Since I’ve been here for a week now, let’s try to define the American. Luckily there’s only millions of them and sure, they’re all the same. I’m guilty of thinking this way. What we see on television, internet and movies back home might be partly true, but here are some things I found out about living in the US and encounters with random American strangers:READ MORE

Weekend in the sun

Saturday I woke up super content with the sunshine coming through the shutters. Finally. Spring, or, LA weather. Me and Janice (Katies mom) went to the grocery store (Trader Joe’s) to buy stuff for me and so I eventually, after a week’s time, bought my own homefood so I won’t need to eat out all the time. And the best granola! Fruit is expensive here, unfortunately, and soare macadamias and frozen pizza.

After lunch Dawn (Curacao girl) came to pick me up in a cute little car with the music blasting through the roof window. California-road trip-style. When I opened the door there also happened to be a tiny dog inside, Hollywood style! We drove to Griffith Park to go visit the old or abandoned Zoo and when we had asked about 35 people the way, we found it. There were still old cages from when the zoo was open years ago and overall it was just a beautiful park. After that we parked the car somewhere to watch the view over LA and walked up to the observatory. It was beautiful again. Everything is.READ MORE

Airconditioning

Goodmorning stuffy head, sniffy nose and redhot forehead. Apparently, flu has been around in LA and somehow, it got me. It feels stupid to be ill when you’re just days into a great new adventure, but on the other hand, the weather isn’t at its best yet and I still have a month here!

The day before yesterday I mainly spent on HNS’ roof deck, lying in the sun to gain some vitamin D and listen to Alt-J. I see the Hollywood sign everyday but I’m not sure how it makes me feel. I might just be in the car and suddenly spot it and remind myself that OH right, I’m in LA. Weird. It doesn’t feeel like I’m in the hometown of the famous, not really.READ MORE

I want to say Day 2

I won’t update this every day but I am still in a rush of excitement. Today I helped out shooting three gorgeous plus size models and everything suddenly clicked in my head. Yes, models are human beings. Why am I thinking in ways that define the shape of my body as a sort of status? It’s bull. That’s the American kicking in.

I can confirm that I immediately started speaking in thick r’s and l’s and even suddenly sometimes use some American slang. Feels weird but also natural. Like everything. READ MORE

Starry skies

At the moment I am in a huge soft bed, listening to Mexican workers who are in the backyard, fixing something in the house. I am cursing this ipad cause it is changing all my words. Anyway, the workers sound exactly the same as they would in Holland, murmuring, laughing, playing music, being loud. Only in Spanish.

Yesterday was very, very long and the time kept changing on me. Maybe that is why I am awake at 7 in the morning right now, ready to get up and take a shower, cause my armpits have been through a lot.READ MORE

Liverpool

We’re sitting at a table in a full cafĂ©, trying to have a conversation, but it sounds like about twenty people are having a hysterical laughing fit behind me. I turn around; there’s three people sitting there. One of the men at the table next to ours is standing up and accidentally kicks my bag a little – “Sorry, lov,” he says. The waiter brings me a huge caesar salad and a plate of potato wedges accompanied by a puddle of much needed garlic mayo. This is my last night here, in Liverpool. And it’s been so lovely.READ MORE