Beach R' Us

The weather was perfect! It was warm (enough) and sunny with clear blue skies and fluffy white clouds. It being a Sunday, the beach was filled with local families and other beachgoers who didn't sound very local but nevertheless fit right into the beach scene.

I wanna stay with you forever. Until the sky falls down on me.

We're all on a journey. Together yet alone. Alone yet together.

It was absolutely bliss lying on my back, propping myself onto my elbows, and just taking in the scene, just watching people....and their dogs.

It's amazing how people choose dogs that match their personalities:

- The pudgy guy who looks like he could do with more exercise than just keeping the beach towel in place on the sand had a bulldog. The bulldog's name was Nelson. Nelson kept kicking sand onto my bag.

- The cool quiet dude chillaxing on the towel with his iPod had an equally laidback mixed-breed lying next to him. Both of them didn't move an inch throughout our time there.

- The woman with a huge brown bouffant who couldn't get her hair wet in the sea had a huge brown poodle who refused to take a dip.

- Another woman with stringy hair hanging down either side of her face had a papillion with long furry tassels hanging from both it's ears, framing it's face.

- The jock guy's lab made a flying dash for the water the moment it was off the leash and landed with a huge splash.

- The gungho-looking dude had a dog that simply could not get sick of fetching a ball from the sea over and over again with gusto. In between playing fetch on repeat with his dog, the dude was simultaneously playing fetch with his wife using a frisbee (i.e. Dog fetch, throw frisbee to wife. Wife fetch, throw ball to dog.)

It was highly amusing. I amused myself even more by taking photos of my slippers, my travel guide (thanks Jennifer for the book - it's been my travel bible!), my feet against the sea, the sand, the sky.

Barefoot. Sand between my toes. And in places where I don't want sand to be in.

Guess where we are!

The picture that got the book all sandy.

All this while Dan was engrossed in his Star Wars book he was bent on finishing (also cos there were hardly any girls in bikinis on the beach.) I don't like reading when I'm in a new place (unless it's a travel guide book.) I like to check out the new place. I like to watch people. To soak in the atmosphere. To be present in the moment. I like to get lost in my thoughts and daydream till I fall asleep. Reading transports me to a different world - a world set in a story, in another place, in another time. I feel that it distracts me from the present and when I return, my real life has been fastforwarded without me realising it. I only read when I'm at home and there's nowhere to go. Or in the couple of hours before I go to sleep (which, recently, have been used for emailing and Facebooking the folks at home, blogging or doing travel research.)

Find your own special way to enjoy the day.

We were raving starving monkeys after a whole day out and were driving around looking for a place for dinner when we spotted an IHOP! We quickly signaled, change-lanes, right-turned and parked (don't worry Dad - it was a very carefully calculated signal-change-turn-park process) and honed in onto the menu. This is what we had:

Breakfast, lunch or dinner? Just feed me!

Strawberry Nutella Banana Crepes. Nuff said.

I love the beach in San Francisco. I will love the water too when it's not so cold.

YL

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written by  DanYilin on April 8, 2009 from San Francisco, United States
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