Back in LA after a 13 year absence, I was desperate for a sunny balcony and a familiar neighborhood. Beachwood Canyon had been home to me throughout much of the late 90's and, with the end of my 2 week stay looming and reports of snow, ice and people tripping and breaking their legs on that snow and ice all over Berlin coming through on my Facebook feed, I knew I had to find a quiet, sunny place and soak up as much sun as possible before I had to head back into that. Rebecca's apartment was ideal. A beautiful spanish style home, up at the top of one of the area's tiny canyons and only a block from my old place. It was perfectly quiet, with bougainvillea, a balcony and birdsong and even a washer and dryer. Parking was tighter than I remember, (but that's Los Angeles). I will be spending the rest of this winter plotting my return.