I love the ocean. The weather was cloudy for the first two days, and not very warm, but this day it was in the low seventies and we ventured hopefully and happily to the beach. I eventually took off the big shirt and went in--whoo--and after the first shock of cold it was great! Ken swam out beyond the breakers, and Larry and I stayed in more shallow waves. That didn't stop us from getting walloped and rolling around in the surf trying to get up. Larry said, "Doesn't that water taste good?" I knew what he meant. No, ocean water does not taste good, but the salt-scented air, the sound of the waves, the gulls, the sand, the taste of the water--it all reminded us of happy days a long time ago. All of us miss our home state.
My brother in law, Larry, and me on the beach. We want to know how it happened that we got fat and old?!
Driving back, after a lunch of Mexican food, we spied an amazing tree with enormous orange flowers and something that looked like tiny bananas--like nothing we had ever seen.
We found out it is called the "African Tulip Tree." Astounding! I did not enhance the color of this photo.
A Pacific Ocean sunset from the balcony of our hotel room, and an evening game of Skip-Bo and it was time for bed. Gotta get up and catch a plane to Wisconsin. One day was spent flying there, and one day was spent getting home. Four days was not enough, but it was a wonderful time.