Santa Cruz

What does a girl have to do around here to get her parents to take her to the beach? Talk about it non-stop for three weeks apparently. Two visits to the beach was just not cutting it for a beach bum such as myself. I just love me a good beach.

Now, you might think it's because of the soothing pattern of crashing waves, the smell of the briny air, the feel of the warm sand between my toes... But all those are just peripheral. The nasty, rubbery, stinky seaweed is where it's at. I found out from my Dad, who happens to know a lot about seaweed, that the one and only Nemo swam right by a piece of seaweed I found. I held on to that seaweed like a thirteen year old girl holds on to an autographed photo of Justin Bieber. See photo exhibit.