This was probably the most lost I felt during the entire trip. I was driving around the streets of Anaheim in search of any cafes or places to stop and relax a minute. I wasn't having much luck as I scanned the signs on either side of the road. And then the signs started changing from familiar English to strange Asian symbols that meant nothing to me. I quickly realized I had ended up in Koreatown. Rather than drive straight through or flip a U-turn, I decided to continue my search for a cafe. And with a little bit of luck, I found a sign for Coffee Maru tucked away in a shopping center. The place turned out to be a great find. A small gaggle of older Koreans were chatting away in the corner, probably wondering how this brown kid ended up in Little Korea. Convinced by the giant poster advertising boba tea, I opted for a strawberry flavor and took it to my own little corner in the cafe. I sat there, slurping tapioca balls up a straw, trying to decipher the Korean conversation across the cafe, and enjoying an experience I might never had enjoyed without getting a little bit lost.
I hope you enjoyed my tales of "getting lost" during my California trip. I really enjoyed myself and have plenty more tales from my visit to the West Coast if you'd like to hear them. Maybe in some future posts.
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