The first part of the West Coast road trip led us from L.A. to Santa Barbara, passing the madness that is Beverly Hills, a rather overrated and grey Malibu and Californian surfer beaches. That truly wasn’t the first time this country has surprised me and instead gave me been the complete opposite of what I expected. The California we like to picture is OC California glamour and 24/7 parties on Malibu Beach, right? Well, the California I found and loved from the first second was one of empty beaches, a relatively humid and cool climate (compared to the East Coast at least) and incredibly rich colours all over. It was some of the best things ever to be able to stop at any random beach, spread your arms, ‘accidentally’ let the waves splash your clothes and let the cool wind mess with your hair and your heart, in the best possible sense.