The beach is growing on me. Yesterday, I went wading. The water is cold, but I got used to it. Today, I took a several-mile walk and watched the surfers try to catch waves. They are amazingly persistent. I can see why surfing must be one of the most strenuous sports: just paddling to where you might get started is a chore. 


On the beach, families play. All nationalities. A couple of women of Mideastern descent walked covered in their flowing robes, while a few feet away an Anglo woman made you wish she had flowing robes! Old men took off their shirts, so I did, too, despite my Minnesota whiteness. You can do pretty much whatever you want and nobody will care, or stare. 


Michael is out on an excursion. He loves to explore on foot wherever he visits. Just the other night, he walked twenty miles on the Monterey Peninsula. He has his phone, so I will try not to worry. There, he came in the door. He spent the afternoon watching people on the beach play volleyball, and most interesting to him, training their dogs to fetch. 


To Michael, a "lonely beach," which we Americans seem to think is ideal, would be anything but. "If there aren't crowds," Michael said, "I would feel like I am in exile!" 



The beach is growing on me. Yesterday, I went wading. The water is cold, but I got used to it. Today, I took a several-mile walk and watched the surfers try to catch waves. They are amazingly persistent. I can see why surfing must be one of the most strenuous sports: just paddling to where you might get started is a chore. 

On the beach, families play. All nationalities. A couple of women of Mideastern descent walked covered in their flowing robes, while a few feet away an Anglo woman made you wish she had flowing robes! Old men took off their shirts, so I did, too, despite my Minnesota whiteness. You can do pretty much whatever you want and nobody will care, or stare. 

Michael is out on an excursion. He loves to explore on foot wherever he visits. Just the other night, he walked twenty miles on the Monterey Peninsula. He has his phone, so I will try not to worry. There, he came in the door. He spent the afternoon watching people on the beach play volleyball, and most interesting to him, training their dogs to fetch. 

To Michael, a "lonely beach," which we Americans seem to think is ideal, would be anything but. "If there aren't crowds," Michael said, "I would feel like I am in exile!"