Recap on the recent rendezvous.

Wow. Not only did I skip a few days, I ran away for a month. Not really, actually not even close, but I did run away. I didn't run away permanently or to leave an ill feeling in someone's stomach, but I packed my suitcase (one much larger than necessary), opted for a road trip with mi amiga, and set sail for the coast! I don't like the feeling of comfort, especially when I know I'm at the prime age of exploring without any baggage (ex. chiclets, a mortgage, an 8-5 job, etc.), so this itch to move around freely usually appears when things begin to calm down. My daily routine started feeling like a steady stream, and instead of riding the wake out smoothly, mi amiga and I drove north to Seaside, Oregon!

In just a few short words, here is what the trip included; A slumber in a parking lot, a grueling hike, an appreciation for public restrooms, an almost roadkill incident, a conversation with a former San Quentin inmate, a not enough time or money spent on books at Powell's, a quick downtown fix, a solution to our hungry bellies at local restaurants, a conversation with my brother in 30 years, an addition to my seashell collection, a 16-hour sing-a-long fest, a desire to be Lewis and Clark, and above all, another "remember that one time..." memory!

Thank you Oregon for spicing up my routine :)