An #Expat Easter
Easter Sunday started like any other day. I watched the sun rise as it peeped over the mountains of the San Fernando valley and greeted the new day, a ritual I’ve developed since being in Los Angeles and one that I’m grateful for. Having lived in houses previously where one had to get in the car and go for a drive to see the sun rise, I was delighted to find that I could now watch it from the comfort of my own home. Of course there are days when the fog rolls over the mountains, obscuring the view and there are others where there is a general haze that does the same, but for the most part I do get to start each day by greeting the sun and watching the brilliant golden orb rise into the sky. The difference today and the last few days, was that I knew it was the Easter weekend. Having been brought up in a Christian household, Easter had religious meanings in our family and we would often attend a church service on Easter Sunday or at least talk about what East...