I don't think that I chose the best beach in LA for my first, but it was the closest. I am sitting here on Santa Monica Beach, listening to the powerful surf come in and go out. Although it isn't the highest rated beach in town, it's not too crowded and it seems like the perfect place to start my inevitable love affair with the Pacific Ocean.
I went out to play in the surf a little and was surprised at how powerful these waves really are. Being amongst them really inspires contemplative moments and big smiles. The only similarities between here and Croatia, my last experience with the sea, is the sun and the salt. The water here is not blue, nor is it clear, nor is it calm... But it holds it's own unique charm and wonder. I haven't yet figured out how to deal with the sand though, it seems to have gotten in everything.
Ironically, there are pigeons even here. I wonder if they followed me from Paris? They seem to handle the sand and it's complexities without difficulty, and certainly haven't forgotten how to beg for food. None the less, they are joining me for the beginning of this new chapter in life, the next chapter... I wonder what we'll call it?
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