There were lots of discoveries on our recent escapade to California. The Pink Wall being one of them. The other was how much we all fell in love with LA.
As a family, we’ve always been a bit partial to a discovery and a bit of an adventure. Finding something a bit quirky that’s off the beaten track.
For a teen and anyone that adores following influencers, LA is the place to be.
It is the place to visit real life scenes that your favourite influencers have visited and snapped themselves doing so. I have a lot to say on this matter. A lot of it may well be what you are thinking. And you’d be right. I’m a parent and I have the same concerns as everyone else around these things.
However, alongside this there is learning about others, places, ideas and things that all help to shape our view of what is going around us.
And by virtue of having a teen in our midst, we had a list of ‘Instaworthy’ establishments to visit that would rival any tour guide. And let me tell you we left no wall unturned. In fact, LA is the home of the wall. It will never fail to amaze me how much we packed into each day in LA but fuelled by jet lag off we followed!
Top of the list. The Pink Wall on Melrose Avenue.
On a stonking hot day, having done a four-hour round trip climbing up to the Hollywood sign - amazing - followed by a two-hour stint in Target for Oreo Cookies, my soul was starting to ache a little.
And I really don’t know what I was expecting with the Pink Wall. You would not be wrong to think that the clue is in the name. And I would agree with you. But somewhere in my heart, there was hope and expectation.
And suddenly, there were whoops of delight: "There it is!" "Where?" I cried.
And lo and behold, before my very eyes was The Pink Wall. Courtesy of Paul Smith, a corner site with - yep you got it - a pink wall.
Confession: I may have been heard to cry "you mean we’ve come all this way to see a pink wall?"
BUT... and it is a big BUT... I saw many different sides to this pink wall. And I’m always prepared to challenge my own thought processes, particularly where I see things through a new lens and from a different viewpoint.
The thing that struck me most about this pink wall (and it was just a pink wall) is how many other people were there. Crowds of ‘Pink Wallers!’
And there was something in the way it brought people together that made my heart start to sing. In this case, people from all over the world. Shared experiences and people celebrating together. Talking. Offering to take each other’s pictures. Understanding that everyone was enjoying this moment and not only had they actually found the infamous ‘Pink Wall’ but so had everyone else. And there is always room for more of that in our lives.
It was a delight to see how the more agile took on some amazing shapes in front of this wall. It was really quite clever how people were jumping together to form heart shapes with their bodies and lots of other very acrobatic poses. And everyone was joining in - mums, dads, grandparents. Everyone wanted in. Because this is what these walls are all about. And even though I don’t quite get it, part of me did.
And as I battled with my inner Pink Wall Grinch, after clocking up 26,000 steps that day, I could feel a shift within me.
Because had we not put in the legwork to find these walls, we wouldn’t have discovered half as much of this great city as we did. We’d have done the usual thing of sticking to the tourist areas and ticking off the same old stuff as everyone before us.
I suppose the take away for me was that we don’t have too many of these 'Pink Wall' moments. Just to stand back and watch people getting involved was really quite something. Such a simple thing when you think about it. Yet, it’s often the simplest things that bring people together.
I think I’m a little bit smitten.