{"id":35394,"date":"2022-07-06T13:38:22","date_gmt":"2022-07-06T11:38:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/citrosars.nl\/?p=35394"},"modified":"2022-07-07T16:03:12","modified_gmt":"2022-07-07T14:03:12","slug":"california-dreaming","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/citrosars.nl\/en\/california-dreaming\/","title":{"rendered":"California dreaming"},"content":{"rendered":"
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My story begins a long time ago. In the second half of 1984. I was 18 years old, in the 3rd class WTB of the MTS in Doetinchem and had to do an internship that year. I, with my urge for adventure, had gotten it into my head to do that internship year not in the Netherlands but abroad. After some insistence with the drama coordinator of the school, I got permission if I met a number of conditions. I contacted my aunt in Los Angeles, California and asked her if I could move in with her for a year and if she knew of a nice stage place for me. She seemed to have no problem with that and had a bedroom. She knew a couple of people who could get me started right away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have been driving a Dsuper5 and a DS23IE for a while now. Both cars were neatly stuffed into the garage before I left for LA to wait for a year for me there so that I could drive them again when I got back to the Netherlands. Right after the school year ended, I think it was the end of June beginning of July, I left for LA. And believe me, 18 years old, getting on a plane for the first time to a far away unknown country was really an adventure. I felt strange and had to vacillate between being excited and sad. But there was no way back.<\/p>\n\n\n