February 24 2015

Santa Cruzin’

“The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say”
-J.R.R. Tolkien

Santa Cruz: home of the modern wetsuit and the oldest amusement park in the country, frequently appearing in Tarantino flicks (if only Vincent Vega wore the Santa Cruz shirt while spouting out the $5 milkshake) and in Beach Boys’ and Doobie Brothers’ songs, to name a couple.

A few days ago, before my trip to the beach, I got snowed in back east in Virginia. My glove-less hands were so cold that I shed tears claiming to have been frostbitten (guilty: I don’t know what that actually means).

I went to VA,

For a weekend stay.

Little did I know,
A stay with my beau
Would last a whole week
Due to snow to speak

Grab layers on fleek, or freeze like a treat.

The only good thing about cold temps is the chance of snow. No snow, no fun, so bring on the sledding and trudging!

snow_in_cville

After a week in the cold, I flew back to the gold, reaping the warmth that is California. I rode my yellow bike, worked out with a friend, went out for drinks, and perused a candy shop. Then I hit Santa Cruz with a big group of Charlottesville, Virginia friends.

I love that I left home only to find it all out here.

It’s about the people, that’s for sure.