My husband and I are very different creatures. I’d like to think that we’re living proofs that opposites do attract and could possibly work out wonderfully. Although we do have plenty of things in common, growing up in different places are bound to create more differences than we probably could notice. While part of my childhood was spent in the Philippines and the rest of my life in different cities in the States, he’s full on, homegrown, born and raised in California. To many people, like him, apparently, where you came from is pretty vital to your self-identity, without even knowing it. Not that it’s a bad thing, but let me share with you a few things that happen when you’re in relationship with a hardcore California native.
1.) Tacos become a regular part of your diet.
Not that I’d ever complain because tacos are my 2nd favorite food (sushi is first, pizza is third). But marrying a Californian, specifically the southern kind, requires some pretty decent taco making skill especially if you’re not going to be living in the golden state. They have pretty high standards with tacos too, because incidentally, they have had the best of the best. Regardless of their travel history to Mexico, they know what good taco is, because it’s quite simple– SOCAL HAS AMAZING TACOS. And mexican food in general. Sure, Californians love burritos, but tacos are just as essential! Where else will you find a land in America where fish tacos cooked in a variety of ways always end up being amazing? Naturally, making my husband tacos once a week was a part of my unspoken vows. And who knows, it might even be the secret to our happy marriage.
2.) You have to withstand complaints regarding “extreme” temperatures.
Californians are spoiled when it comes to amazing weather. Unlike him who was born and raised in the land of the perfect temperatures, I lived in different cities that was either too hot (Las Vegas) or too cold (Northern California) so I’m pretty more adaptable when it comes to weather changes. Living in the Philippines where the biggest struggle is the humidity, he’s surprisingly been pretty tolerant of that. But when we travel around to places and the temperature drops at like…60 degrees, he gets quite cranky already. I mean… that’s when I usually start wearing shorts in spring, but whatever.
3.) You’ll feel stupid panicking at a minor earthquake.
“It’s just an earthquake”, he’d say. Maybe I tend to overreact because I do have a fear of earthquakes so any minor tremble I feel terrifies me. But it’s normal to them like…rain is normal here in the Philippines. Strangely enough, he’d even go as far as saying earthquakes makes him feel like home. I just watched San Andreas last night, and well, he might need to do a better job in convincing me to settle down in his hometown.
4.) Your safety is guaranteed when you’re in a car with them.
Contrary to what they say about them being horrible drivers, the best drivers I’ve ever gotten in a car with are actually from California! I mean they should be because they have to drive everywhere. But they really do know how to maneuver the ffff out of a vehicle, which is great for me because I hate driving. Although sometimes, his driving could get a little obnoxious, but at least he knows what he’s doing completely.
5.) No theme park is ever going to be good enough.
He has high hopes for Disney World in Florida, but other than that, no theme park is ever going to be good enough because he grew up surrounded by the best already. He is pretty open-minded though, but it’s not easy to impress him. Of course given the fact that we’ve only explored the mini Asian versions of those theme parks together, it’s a challenge I have accepted to find him the best one in the world.
6.) Tapatio and Sriracha is a constant kitchen shelf necessity.
Refer to #1. But this, I’d completely have to agree with. Tabasco, Cholula, and other wannabe brands just doesn’t hit the spot as quite as good as Tapatio does. Sriracha on the other hand is pretty essential too, but to me, nothing beats legitimate fresh thai chili for my Asian food.
7.) Burgers other than In n Out are mediocre.
Because duh! I could actually personally attest to this because there are In n Out’s all over Las Vegas. So I’m speaking in a very subjective perspective when I say that no fries and burger (animal style or not) will measure up. If Anthony Bourdain claims it’s his favorite restaurant in the world, then you know it’s the real thing.
8.) You’ll need to step your game up in the water.
I claim to be obsessed with the ocean, but I’m the type to enjoy being in the shore and just swimming to the deeper ends from time to time. Lately though, I find myself being dragged to the open water a lot more than I can really handle. It’s a challenge because even though I can swim pretty decently, I’m not really the best swimmer. That, and because wearing a life jacket is just lame! It’s not enough that he was in the swim team, but he was also in the water polo team, which apparently is a big socal thing other than surfing? Needless to say, I can’t keep up with him in the ocean sometimes. We’d spot a turtle in the middle of the ocean and he’ll end up chasing it for God knows how many meters away while I stay there in the boat resenting him just a little.
9.) You will be brainwashed that California is the best place on the planet.
Although we’ve only seen a small portion of the world together, his undying love for his hometown is pretty hard to top. But I guess that’s something I’ll never understand because moving around so much starting at an early age, I never really had the chance to stay in a certain place long enough to call it home. However, he speaks of it so highly with so much pride that I’m starting to believe this may actually be the most awesome place in the world. Although I have spent a summer in southern California, and a few months during the winter in the northern part of the state, I never really got to appreciate it that much before. But hearing his stories makes me feel like I have been missing out. From the perfect daily weather, the easily accessible beaches, the amazing Mexican food, plus the scenic hikes I keep reading about, I think I may just start to believe California has it all. West coast, best coast, amirite?