but that is all beside the point. back to my sola journey. the first part is top-secret information and reserved for a later post. but the next day was when, for the first time since i can remember, i went to the beach alone!
i found this cozy little pocket of perfect dreamy beach called BEAN HOLLOW. if you know me, you know why i love that name.
all by myself with that glorious sun and water, a staggering book that I finally finished (The Savage Detectives by Roberto Bolano) and my journal and camera, of course.
ended up in my new home-away-from-home, santa cruz, home of my brother mikie and his adorable lady candice and a bunch of other funlovingcrazypants like these:
happy hour in the Red Room -- oh it is happy alright.
next we headed to santa cruz mountain brewing company for yummy organic brews, dog-petting, and interesting conversations with cyclists and beer afficionados.
we ended up gallivanting around the Boardwalk for cheap thrills:
Monday and Tuesday nights are called "1907 Nights" and everything costs 75 cents