Santa Monica, California

I am sitting on a bench atop the Santa Monica Pier, basking in bright but tepid California sun, compared to the burn of Texas', The 73 degree wind is chilly; it has been a long June.

Ryan is still in class and likely soaking more epiphanies into his brain. He's had a great week and I certainly know the locale has helped.

I ate a relaxed lunch at Ye Olde King's Head, where Ryan ate twice this week. Awesome Tikka Masala, apparently the new national dish of England.

Just heard German spoken next to me. "The ride looks fun," a.young turk/german guy says to his friend.

So many cultures here. I love the unity of Texas but love this neat diversity...well, the diversity of the tourists anyway. The locals intimidate, to be honest.

Crashing waves, an iced coffee in my hand, seagulls that remind me of isaac with their hungry eyes and orange beaks, and another German couple (father with a hat announcing "Florida!") walking by me. Ahhhh...

Tchuess!!