I miss walking. I miss wandering aimlessly in New York and finding adorable and interesting new shops, food joints, and streets. Los Angeles is the furthest thing you can get from a walking city – there are too many busy roads with entirely too few crosswalks.
In the last month or so, I decided that even if LA wasn’t a walking city, I would make it a walking city. So I saddled up Bea (who is a trooper on long walks – all the more things for her to smell and pee on), packed some water for us, put on some comfortable shoes, and set out to discover the neighborhoods of Los Angeles within a 5 mile radius of my house.
Walking around in LA is a major commitment. In New York you can abort the mission at any time – if you get tired, there’s always a cab, a bus, or a subway to take you home. But here, as far as I walk in one direction, I have to walk the same distance home.
So here’s what I discovered: While there are some parts of LA that are particularly ugly, there is also some of the best real estate and landscaping porn I’ve ever seen. The flowers are bright. People have cacti on their lawns. Houses routinely look like they jumped out of a Disney movie or a glamorous resort.
I’ve really enjoyed the fresh air, the exercise, and exploring. Bea and I walk 3 or so miles to a destination, stop for tea or lunch (where she begs me for food), and then we walk back.
The walks have given me a sense of direction around our house (which I am severely lacking), and a chance to find those parts of the city that I really like. The only downside? While Bea is free to pee, I have to be strategic; I am learning where all the dog friendly hotels are within a 5 mile radius of my home.