Pita and I met when I was 19 and she was 30. It was love at first sight – I’m pretty sure we were sisters or best friends in a former life and immediately recognized one another. Somehow we’ve managed to grow up together emotionally and have weathered many relationships that always seemed to mirror each other. Pita is a bit of a late bloomer and I’m a bit of an old woman so we end up meeting in the middle.
We are very different people with very different lives but we are cut from the same cloth. We are closer than sisters. We live life in an uncompromising way and practice fierce loyalty; we’re deeply passionate but cage that in steely logic; and though we break frequently with convention, we live by strict, traditional tenets. Never, ever ask us a question that you don’t want a brutally honest answer to.
At the beginning of 2011 we joined an Amezquita family tradition while up in Sonoma/San Francisco. At midnight on New Year’s, we lugged our packed suitcases into the street. Her mom swears it brings you travel in the coming year. I can personally vouch for it working – I visited fifteen places that year. We recreated it this year for my birthday since we weren’t able to be together at the cusp of 2012. At midnight, after a night of multiple plates of nachos and many a blanco tequila, we dragged our suitcases out to PCH in Laguna Beach at in 40 degree temps. I photographed us. Here’s hoping this sticks for 2012.
