We are in Malibu. I was ever so brave to confront my irrational fear of water that I can’t see the bottom of and go into the ocean past my butt. I even crashed through a few breaking waves. Today was supposed to be my surfing lesson, but it has been postponed until tomorrow. Yesterday the guy at the surf shop said we could park in front of the shop on Pacific Coast Highway and no one would hassle us. We we’re hesitant to park anywhere overnight because there are signs everywhere strictly forbidding it. Since he was in the know, we took his advice.

Unfortunately, PCH is LOUD, really loud. On top of that since we were trying to be somewhat stealthy, we didn’t pop the top up, which is normally my bed. Loud traffic and sleeping in a cramped space didn’t make for the most ideal of sleeping situations and we both woke up bedraggled. I was so worried that Andy was going to jump up out of bed, refreshed and renewed and yell, “Let’s go surfing!”.

We’re eating breakfast at the place below the surf shop that has free wi fi. We found a campsite up in the mountains for tonight, and our friends are coming tomorrow where we have reservations at the swankified Standard hotel.

More hydrotherapy (and sunscreen) to come later in the afternoon.