Surfing lesson delayed until Monday. The waves were just too “gnarly” for the beginner likes of me. Sam our guru wave guide who looks like Brad Pitt in his grizzly adams phase, or for all of you baseball fans, a blond Johnny Daemon in the same said phase, said so. He said Monday would be better and less crowded. I was really relieved because when we went upstairs to get Sam for our lesson, looked out the windows and saw the breaking waves I got a little nervous. I mean really, this morning I was giving myself props for swimming out twenty five feet and putting my head under. These waves that we were looking at were three times as tall as me. The owner of the surf shop (Sean) was yelling things like “SICK!” and “WHOA DUDE!” every time they would crash down and seasoned surfers would fly thirty feet into the air and then crash into the sea.

Andy got to surf some though since we already had treked the boards to the beach. It actually wasn’t as bad as it looked from the store. Sean said just to bring the stuff back when we were done and didn’t charge us for the rental for today.

I am also happy to report that I’m more comfortable in the water, with pretty much no panic….dare I say dolphin like. Alright, not that comfortable, but a girl can dream. I even dove in and swam out and crashed through some waves while Andy was surfing. The throng of little kids in wet suits romping around the surf like shining, black seals inspired me.

Now we’re back at the restaurant formerly known as Malibu Chicken betting the seven o’clock game. I think we may go back to the safe haven of the Oxnard Wall Mart parking lot for sleeping tonight after dinner and a movie.