But finally we had made it; made it to what we thought would be our change of pace! Well, after waking up around 10 am or so at Paul's lovely home, we checked the weather report (looked outside) and took note of the torrential hail storm and tropical rain. Fantastic. But, we took the wisdom of the native Paul, and took his word that weather would be better at the beach. He was right....to say the least.
Newport Beach fue muy excelente y muy divertido. El sol fue perfecto. Nuestras amigas fueron alli tambien. Nosotros fueremos muy alegrado ver ellas.
The Spanish probably isn't perfect, but hey, it's getting better.
And just in case you don't speak speak Spanish, here's a link to help you translate that last part:
But anyway, Newport Beach was the place to be on Monday. At one point we had 28 or more people with us at the beach. Uh. Maze. Ing. We can't name everyone for fear of forgetting someone, but let us just say that we loved having every person there with us. You all made it that much better! The weather turned out to be flawless, and so did everything else. With frisbees, footballs, waves, cameras, wiffle ball games, and bucket ball games, books, and good conversation, we somehow managed to pass the time. Strange.
We had the time of our lives with some of the best people on the planet. THUH BESSST! We were mos def feeling the Cali love brahhhhh.....monz. Fer dayz. Fo realz.
Due to the fact that the ocean water lowered all of our body temperature's, we were all shaking and freezing post-beach. But soon after hitting the road in our warm cars that had been sitting in the sun, we warmed up and headed to our dear friend Chelsea Labelle's home for dinner. This was the temporary residence of the girls who traveled down. Mrs. Labelle prepared dinner for us and we enjoyed many delectable goodies. Jer and Sam Piehler serenaded us on the piano and someone also busted out a SuperScrabble Board.....best invention ever.
*Sidenote* - The homemade mac-n-cheese was soooo good. oh. my. gosh.
After dinner, we made our way to the T-Street area beach in San Clemente for a sick-nasty bonfire. Again, 20-25 people showed up....not too shabby. With poking Paul in the butt with marshmellows and skewers, having light-hearted and deep convos, roasting delcious hot "shmoes", and running around in the waves, we naturally had a blast.
San Clemente has owned the bonfire experience two years running. Let's go.
We parted ways, and went back to our respective places to sleep. And sleep we did.
Day 4 had started rough, but ended flawlessly. With friends, food, and fire, we rocked Monday.
So how would Tuesday possibly keep up with Monday? Let me enlighten you.
We once again woke up to an amazing breakfast; this time prepared by Paul's fantastic mother. She's really a great lady! So helpful and wise....she took care of our sick and wounded and gave us meds.
After spending an entire day at the beach the day before, we decide to just go ahead and do it again. Not a bad idea, eh? Nope, not all.
We mixed things up and set quest for 10th Street Beach/Laguna Beach, also known as "1000 Steps". And do you think it's actually 1000 steps down to the beach? Nope. Jeremy counted on his way down, and come to find out it's not even a quarter of that many! Someone needs to tell someone! Quick! We need to let people know about this horrible counting mistake that has been made for decades! But really, I think were glad it was not 1000...our calves and thighs were burning after about 15 steps...sooooooo.....
But this beach was downright stellar. We had a little smaller crew this time around, but that didn't matter in the slightest.
When SPU students go to California, we somehow always act like magnets and are attracted to the same area (refer to last year's blog in San Diego). Well, that little truth stayed true as we ran into our friends who had been camping in San Clemente. It was great to see them and get to have a moment of bonding with our fellow SPU beach-goers.
After thrashing around in the ocean and playing more intense wiffle ball, we all laid around in the sun and just chillaaxxeeddd.
This was a mistake for a few of the guys...as they soon found out later that night while slathering aloe vera all over their bodies.
But we were glad we had some time at this beach. We absolutely did not want to leave, but duty called. We knew we had a fantastic dinner awaiting us at the Aufhammer home. I'll let someone else tell you all about that amazing experience.
The beach is boss. We have all decided we are dropping out of Seattle Pacific and moving to the OC and attending a local Comm. College. And when Sam Piehler graduates this year, he's gonna join us. Not really, but hey, gotta dream once in a while.
Catch you all on the flipside,
Brennon
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