Today, SoCal, as the hip ones like to say, redeemed itself. It started off with a typical day in Los Angeles (2 hours in traffic/finding parking) but opened into a beautiful day of horribly played beach volleyball with my sister, her boyfriend, Ricky and Halen, body-bending bodysurfing, extreme frisbee throwing (becoming a very regular activity), and a constant contagious laugh spewing out of my mouth. After all this activity, we rounded off the afternoon with a peaceful hike up Point Dune to see the rumored starfish chilling in the tidal pool. Hitting the dusty trails, we trekked to see beautiful vistas of the Malibu coastline, then back down to find a secret beach and the famed tidal pools. One starfish (maybe dead) sat still among gorgeous tan, blue and black rocks specked with white sand that if one looked at it right, and was in the right state of mind, resembled colorful galaxies with dots of stars against a dark backdrop - a reminder of the universe within each little piece of this beautiful earth.
While walking back to the car, I pointed west towards the grand blue of the Pacific Ocean and mentioned to Halen how the Pacific was beckoning, calling and enticing us to our next adventure in Samoa. Ricky and I have been looking forward to Samoa the last few days as we trudged through the rigors of Los Angeles (and finally saw the true allure) but today really got to live while not thinking of tomorrow.
So, without leading to far ahead to tomorrow, the three dorky amigos will hop on a 10 hour flight to the last small civilization before the International Date Line, Samoa, right in the middle of the Pacific that keeps whispering in our ears.
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ps- We saw Dog the Bounty Hunter in a CVS Pharmacy store in Malibu. Awesome. Here is his biggest fan, Ricky, with the Man himself:
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