When my company decided to fly me out to California for our holiday party, I was more than ecstatic to spend the week in sunny SoCal. In between breaks from work meetings (yawn!), I drove down the windy pacific coast roads to find the ultimate escape from work…the beach.
Riding with the top down in the convertible I rented, which I’m sure is the most touristy thing to do in California, I discovered Manhattan Beach. As I looked around, there was so much action from every direction. It’s December and people are soaking in the sun, playing volleyball, biking, jogging, surfing, flying kites and enjoying the rays beaming down on them. I had found California paradise! I belong on the beach, after all I do hail from the glorious island of Puerto Rico and lived in FL for more than 20 years. I felt like I was home, feeling the sand between my toes and watching the surfers ride the waves. There is something mesmerizing and hypnotic about the rhythm of the waves and the sounds of the ocean. I spent a few hours that day living the California dream, with salt in the air and sand in my hair.
“Life is a beach, I’m just playin’ in the sand” -Lil Wayne
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