Los Angeles - Day 3 - westwood, Tehrangeles

I left UCLA, and I walked toward westwood that was famous as Tehrangeles. An area in Los Angeles that have many Persian stores.

First signs of Tehrangeles appeared when I saw a Persian magazine in the corner of the street.

Westwood was different from my imaginations. I always thought that all stores here are Persian stores, but it was not. In fact, there were some Persian stores near American ones.

By the way, it was amazing to see how they kept their culture by choosing Persian as the main language for their stores. I wanted to buy some CDs here, but I thought that it might be expensive, and I might need money for this travel; so, I didn't buy any.

I saw a store that was selling Fālūde. It has been a year that I haven't eat Fālūde. So, I ordered a small cup of it. It was very expensive. It was 5$, and the quality was not comparable for the ones we got in Shiraz. However, I think that it was worth to buy it. I couldn't get it anywhere else in the US probably.

I talked to the seller in Persian because I wanted to feel like being in Iran for a few hours.

There was even a bookstore with all Persian books.

I saw a Persian restaurant, and I was very hungry. So, I went there to eat my lunch.

They brought some bread first, and I was very hungry. It was the best bread that I had in the US. The taste was exactly what we got in Iran. I ate all the break before the main course. So, I couldn't finish the main course.

The food was a little expensive, but the quality was great. It was the best food that I ate during my stay in the US.

When I was waiting for my food two girls came to the restaurant. One of them was Persian, but the other one was blonde, and looked liked to be an American or a second-generation Persian. She was a very nice girl.

Me1: "Go and talk to them. They have free time, and they may want to be with you. In addition, they are in a Persian restaurant; so, you can easily communicate with them."
Me2: "What can I say to them?"
Me1: "Nothing. Just go and talk to them. That girl is American. She is interested in Persian culture. That's why she has a Persian friend. She don't have a boyfriend; that's why she is spending her time with her female friend. She looks great. Her friend may also help you. If you would like to find someone who be your travel-mate, nowhere is better than here. Don't loose your chance."
Me2: "They are eating their food. No. I can't."

I eat my food, and I came out there. I continued my path toward end of the westwood street.

There were some interesting advertisement in the street. They even brought their mind frame to the US.

I saw an old woman who was sitting on a wheelchair, and was asking for food. She had some writtings with her.

Me1: "Go back there. They are still there. You may see them in the street, and then you can talk to them."
Me2: "Why? I can't do that."
Me1: "Why you can't do that. You just want to be friends with them. At the worse case, they are not interested."
Me2: "OK. You won. I go back to the restaurant."

I went back there, but I couldn't go inside. So, I passed there.

Waiter: "Sir. Is that yours?"
Me: "Oh, yes. I forgot this." [Oh my god, I was in my thoughts that I forgot to bring my shirt and bag.]
Waiter: "I saw you passing here, and I came to give it to you." [I know that you came back because of that girl. We all know that!!! Don't be that shy. Come inside and talk to them.]
Me: "Thank you so much."  [But I can't do that. Forget about it.]
Waiter: "You are welcome." [Poor boy. He is too shy to talk that girl.]
Me: "OK. Bye." [Think that I went back to get my forgotten t-shirt and bag.]

I couldn't go there again, and I never saw them again. I felt sad. I called Ella, and talked to her. I felt better after our conversation. I thought that all I needed was someone to talk to, and not to be alone.