So we woke up slightly later than usual and so super hungry. We were also starting to grow tired after nearly four weeks of constant travel. It has been beyond wonderful but we haven’t had any lazy days at all. So lazy was definitely on the agenda today!
With our tummies rumbling and plans to spend all day on the beach we decided to ditch the shower and head straight for the Boardwalk for some brunch. The weather was so super glorious and the beach definitely seemed less scary in the beautiful sunshine. We walked for what seemed like 29 miles on the hunt for a good brunch spot. We were also carrying parasols and beach towels so we felt and looked a little like donkeys.
We found somewhere that served brunch (god we love brunch) and found some seats in the sunshine. There was also a great little acoustic singer performing outside. We wanted to buy her CD but who even listens to CDs anymore. So instead we relaxed to her tunes and filled ourselves up to the extent that we both felt like we could never eat again.
Brunch done we hopped across the Boardwalk to the lovely Venice Beach sand. Boy was that sea sediment hot! The mile-long trek across the sand the ocean burnt out little tootsies but it was so worth the pain! This is just the day that we both needed. We packed lots of books, gallons of water and of course Bobo brought a whole backpack full of SPF with her. We found our spot, spread our towels and got comfy. We tried to put up the parasol but failed. We didn’t get the courage to try again until some other English people made such a terrible job of putting theirs up that we thought we couldn’t be any worse. We eventually got it up and Bobo got happy in the shade. She loves that shade.
We wondered for a long while if the woman behind Bo was dead. She eventually moved! We kept an eye on her.
Here we stayed for a while, a long, long while. It was perfect. Perfect weather, perfect laziness, perfect views, perfect company. It was all very serene and all very calm. That was until we tried to tame the beast that is the sea. Sorry. The Pacific Ocean.
We decide to risk the raging blue partly because we thought we should…that’s what people do at the beach right? I also didn’t want to tap dance to the actual bathroom across the scorching hot sand. So we make it in and quickly realise that there is a ditch in the sand, under the water, that we could not see and it was desperate to drag us under. This resulted in a lot of screaming, a lot of laughing and a lot of frantically trying to keep our heads above the water. We looked just like Ariel from The Little Mermaid. It was so lovely to be in the water once we made it past the death zone. I really wish that I lived closer to the sea. The water…it calms me.
In my notes of what we did on this day I wrote…flying spit lemonade…whatever that means it happened. It was crazy. It changed our lives so much that I have now completely forgot what the hell that means. But yer, flying spit lemonade…what a memory!
So there we were baking in the sun and cooling off in the water. You may remember that I burnt my legs whilst kayaking a few days before so Bobo put me on a SPF regime that was so regular I started to turn into a bottle of the stuff. Only problem is that I forgot to put any on my butt so that got pretty burnt and now in October as I write this I still have the craziest tan lines ever…hot!
The beach was perfect but, believe it or not, we were starting to get hungry again! It was 5pm and we had nothing since brunch…this trip has changed us! So we pack up our belongings, get the parasols down and have a quick photo shoot so that we can remember this day for ever. We also want to take advantage of our super sexy sea salt hair and our bronzed goddess skin. So we posed it up, channelling our inner Pammy Anderson running from the lifeguard huts and try to take gorgeous photos at the edge of the water. We review the photos and see that we look bloody awful! Forget the sexy sea hair we look like we have seaweed strapped to our heads and the gorgeous bronzed skin just looks ten years older and dehydrated from the constant sun and SPF applying. We quickly decide to not go out tonight but to grab a salad at Lemonade…super cute place, check it out… and have a full on pamper night in our little home. It is just what we needed.
On the walk back from the beach we of course pop into a little shop to grab some ice cream to curb the hunger pangs. Not as great as yesterdays but it did the job. We also notice a huge amount of flags. Not sure what these were all about by Olympic Nerd Bowen bloody loved them! We also spot the Drum Circle that I have been banging on about after reading about it in the guidebook on the first day. We head over to have a jam and we quickly notice the stench of marijuana and the fact that everybody is high! We quickly leave.
We also jump over needles and syringes and check out Muscle Beach. Now this is a place that I could get into…LOL. We head to the gun show and there is the most insanely ripped man that we have both ever seen in our whole lives. In the jaw dropping moments I couldn’t get my camera out quick enough to capture him but we do see his mate balancing upside down on some pully uppy thing…that is the technical term my friends.
Directing people to the gun show!
So after having worked on the old muscles, avoided the cannabis smog and thoroughly look the most unattractive we have been the entire trip we make it to Lemonade. Grab the most amazing salads, which are so tasty and completely reasonably priced…they have a few over California and maybe America so if you like healthy food with lots of veggie options then give it a go.
Luckily our skanky ways do not get us kicked out and we return to the flat for the pampering to begin. We shower, hair mask, face mask, shave legs, soak feet, paint nails, pluck eyebrows and start to feel a little more human and looking buff-ting in time for our last proper day in California.
Stuff that your dreams are made of!