Playing hooky

One of the nicer things about living in San Diego is that if you live in the city, you're never too far from the beach.  I've always been drawn to the ocean.  Its constant ebb and flow is soothing to me because it tends to put all my problems in perspective.  No matter how bad or crazy my world seems to be, the tide will always go out, and it will always come in again.

With that in mind, I headed to the beach on a recent Friday afternoon.

The surfing culture in San Diego often sound like a cliche, but at La Jolla Shores beach, it's totally real.  People are surfing here all. the. time.  I'm convinced that the normal work day in this town starts at 5am so that there's enough time after work to go surfing.

I took off my shoes and put on a pair of flip flops, grabbed a towel from the trunk and went to find a likely spot to sit.  There were couples, families, bunches of young girls, boys playing beach volleyball.

And lots of very curious seagulls, who all wanted to know what's for lunch.  Unfortunately for them, I arrived empty-handed.  It's probably just as well.  I would have ended up recreating a scene from an Alfred Hitchcock movie if I had started to feed them.