My adventures have not been quite as exotic as all of yours - no bats in my towel, no battles with border authorities. But after a week or so of Southern corn nuggets and sweet tea bliss back East, I've settled back into a new San Diego groove and made it my mission to explore.Last weekend, I hit the Surf Dog Competition in Imperial Beach. Yes, San Diego loves dogs and loves surfing, so why not have the dogs surf? I went partially out of skepticism, but I was proved wrong in a big way. If I'd had more cash in my purse, I would have walked away with t-shirts for some four-legged friends that read, "Surf Dogs Rule, Show Dogs Drool." (Good thing there was no cash.)
Spent the Fourth very American style with an old friend and her crowd at a massive beach party on Huntington Beach. I do not remember when I have last seen that many people assembled for any reason whatsoever. Beach games, watermelon, fireworks, etc. And our off-duty cop neighbors didn't even seem to mind the etc...
Today I explored Encinitas, one of the beautiful little northern beach towns dominated by yogis and surfers. What looked at first to be a casino, then a cult, turned out to be just a big yoga retreat center. They have some seriously gorgeous meditation gardens open to the public, featuring koi the size of small dogs and plants that look like they came from another planet. World-famous surf spot Swami's took its name from the retreat's founder, who was a member of the Swami sect - and it looks like a surfer's nirvana to me. Apparently the monks learn to surf, too.
Work's going well, but more on that later. Just FYI, when a class 4 laser hits aluminum it is LOUD.
Best to all in your far-flung corners of the globe! Keep sending those stories!
-Kate
1 comment:
Rock on, Kate. Looks like the dogs can surf better than I can. Then again, when you have 4 legs and practice every day...
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