We had us a small time adventure on Friday. We rode the Metrolink train to Los Angeles from Orange County to the Dodger Game. I had never taken the Metrolink before Friday. We tried taking it Perris to visit some friends last week, but we were disappointed to learn the train doesn’t travel to the newly opened stops on weekends. We were just itching to take the train somewhere since we live so close to a stop. It literally took us 10 minutes to walk there so we were able to leave the car at home.
It surprises me how much Angelenos hate public transportation. I used to take the subway for years when I went to school in Hollywood and worked Downtown. Most people don’t even know that LA has a subway, but it’s there and it’s awesome because the traffic here is atrocious. It is especially bad on Friday.
We mapped the drive when we left on the train and it would have taken us an hour and twenty five minutes to travel the 34 miles. Parking at Dodger Stadium also takes forever. I’ve waited in line for parking for 40 minutes every time. Taking the train was much more enjoyable and we got to Union Station in under 45 minutes. After that, we took the Dodger Stadium Express (which is free BTW) and were dropped off right at the entrance without having to pay $20 for parking. That trip took 20 minutes. We even got there a couple innings before our friends who live just nine miles away.
I had also never seen the historic bridges that span the Los Angeles river up close before. It was the first time I had seen the Sixth Street Viaduct, the most iconic bridge that’s always featured in movies and commercials, since they started dismantling it. We also got to see the mysterious double decker bridge up close and get a quick glimpse into what is hidden inside.
We spent the night at Luis’ mom’s house. I was surprised that everything we needed fit in my purse (even my water bottle, cloth napkin and straw), which was important since we were headed straight to the game and couldn’t keep our stuff in the car like we usually do. Our new simple routine made it possible.
The next day, we had breakfast at Cielito Lindo at Olvera Street, right across from Union Station and then headed home. The whole thing ended up feeling like a little vacation.