On Sunlight and Old School Horses: Return to Los Angeles
California didn’t have my people, but it had me.
I was on a bike ride in Sonoma, at a strange little bachelorette weekend, when the smell of eucalyptus and orange started following me. It followed me back to the overpriced spa where I and three other women I didn’t know were staying, mixing into the aroma of chlorine and white wine. I…