Nestled under the dusty San Gabriel mountains, the Latino community of Azusa, California, bakes in the heat of a record-hot summer.
Slender palm trees sway above sleepy businesses on main street, only 25 miles East of Los Angeles — yet there’s hardly a feel of hustle or luxury here.
I’m in town to meet the local golf hero. But before I head to her home, I drive through the neighborhood streets, trying to get a sense of the place.
It’s clear that in contrast to those who move to Hollywood in hopes of becoming the next big star, Azusa beckons a different type of dreamer: the immigrant dreamer.