Thursday, December 22, 2011

Here's a post from SoCal, straight from the pacific coast. It's beautiful today. Beautiful enough to go surfing and sea shell hunting. I came back to the room with the mother load of beautiful shells. Barely worth a few pennies, I had to laugh at myself. Not only do mollusks make their own homes, but their patterns fetch hundreds of thousands if they are painted on canvas and put in a gallery. The things we miss as humans baffles me.

The vacation has been fun so far, and like everything in life, a lesson in self discovery. Josh's family is very extroverted. I am the definition of introvert. Everyone thinks I'm cranky all the time when I'm simply not. I'm happiest alone. It's not a quality I asked for, just something I was born with. Lately it has proved to be more of a curse than anything.

I did not enjoy Las Vegas at all. It was everything I am not. Loud, obnoxious, fake, dirty, and covered in boobs. We had barely made it out of the parking garage when we were meant with the pungent odor of urine and a littering of used condoms. Definitely not my speed.

My favorite parts thus far have definitely been exploring the California hills, beach combing, the zoo and falling asleep to the crashing of waves. The Hoover Dam was pretty cool too. I'll write more when I have a chance to upload some pictures and can chase away this migraine.

1 comments:

Phaedrus said...

You come from a long line of introspective people. We tend to see things that others do not see but are always accused of being cranky, too quiet, or stuck-up. Yep, someone accused me of that long ago. I have never had a problem with extroverts. Were all different; not wrong, just different.

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